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Saturday, December 27, 2008

There's someone for everyone...

I finished both the Cow-IL and the Softie Cowl in time to give them to their respective recipients (and I'm pretty sure they were only a wee bit damp - luckily tissue paper breathes).
I didn't take a photo of the Cow-IL (imagine a square of pale blue stockinette with a few rows of garter stitch at the top and bottom), but here's the Softie Cowl:
diagonal cowl
alpaca bamboo closeup
The pattern would definitely be a good choice for a luxury yarn - I had 4 metres left of the 100m skein. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the second skein. I might use them as the lining for a pair of Fiddlehead Mittens.
Because I don't have nearly enough projects on the go.

Actually, on December 24th, I decided that it was high time to add yet another new project - one for me. I'm calling it The Mixed Marriage Kerchief. Pattern here.
Striped Silk Garden Kerchief start
The bride is Midori - exotic, capricious, and trendy. Her tastes are expensive, and you never know what she's going to do next.
The groom is Gunter - steadfast, kindhearted, with a quiet sense of humor. Predictable, but not without personality. He's a big teddy bear.
Like all good couples, together they are more than the sum of their parts.
Striped Silk Garden Kerchief Close
I've realized that I prefer to wear a triangular shawl rather than a scarf, because with a scarf, I always end up having a little patch of exposed neck just below the knot - I can temporarily cover it up with the scarf ends, but invariably, they shift during wearing. I've been wearing my Tri Tri Again Toscana a fair amount - I just put the point in front, wrap the rest around my neck and tie the knot under the body of the shawl. Wow - what an incredibly awkward way to describe a simple action. I have newfound respect for people who write instruction manual copy. GOOD instruction manuals that is. My favourite instruction manual quote comes from my Vehicle Owner's Manual: "Dynamic Stability Control prevents the driving wheels from losing traction when you pull away from rest or accelerate. The laws of physics cannot be repealed, even with DSC. An appropriate driving style always remains the responsibility of the driver." Bwa Ha Ha - love that German humour!

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Friday, December 19, 2008

Monkey Doo Doo

As we were getting ready to leave for Winnipeg last Saturday morning, I was trying to decide which socks to wear - I put one Feed My Brain sock on my right foot and a Monkey sock on my left foot and asked The Gambler which I should go with (even though I have to make very important and snap decisions on a regular basis when I am at work, I can still be immobilized by indecision on issues that really don't matter. It's like a secret power.) He said "Wear the right socks". As I started to take the Monkey sock off I noticed something:

monkey hole
There's a hole in my Monkeys!

I initially cursed whatever had snagged the sock and ripped the yarn, but after a closer look:

monkey problem

I realized that all the strands are intact. I either a) dropped a stitch when I knit them and didn't notice until now, or b) knit a stitch with only a few fibres of yarn, leaving the bulk of that stitch "free", and when those fibres broke, the stitch started to drop. Whatever had happended, I had worn (and washed) the socks at least 5 or 6 times before noticing it.

At first I thought that I would just rip back to that point in the sock and re-knit it, but since it is just above the ankle, I'm going to use some of the leftover yarn to pick up the stitches and do a patch job.


Thursday, December 18, 2008

It's beginning to look alot like Christmas...

The socks for my Dad will probably end up being bed socks due to the abbreviated cuff.
Dad's socks in action
Or maybe he'll start a new trend of men's cuffed ankle socks.
This was the amount of yarn leftover from each sock:
Dad's socks

Now I did use 3mm needles, and the hybrid heel does use a fair amount more yarn than a short row heel, but still! My dad has size 9 feet! What if I'd been knitting socks for The Gambler with his size 11 feet?!? The yarn is Stomp by (the now defunct)Needful Yarns. Other than the yardage, it was pretty good to knit with. I'm sure that if you used 3.75 mm needles, and were knitting socks for a women's size 8 foot you'd have no problems at all. Definitely a good buy if it's on clearance somewhere.

I finished my Dad's socks just in time - the morning that we returned home from a short visit to Winnipeg (when it's -25C without counting windchill, a short visit is all I can stomach!). On the plane, I worked a bit more on the first Stick to Your Ribs sock:
stick to your ribs first sock
I'm quite happy with the Garter Rib - it's nice and stretchy, so I'm able to continue the sock up a bit past the point where my calf widens. I do like the look of it with this yarn.

But there are still more gifts to knit - I picked up some Bamboo Alpaca blend yarn at the Royal Winter Fair this fall, and am knitting it into a cowl for my Non-evil Stepmother-in-law.
bamboo alpaca
The yarn is loosely spun - the label calls it "Lopi yarn", and it is wonderfully soft. The pattern is The Diagonal Ribbed Cowl. The yarn fuzzes up a bit, so I think it looks better this way than it would as a simple stockinette. After that is done, the only Christmas knitting I have is to finish the Cow-IL, and knit a shawlette for The Gambler's Nana with 3 bulky yarns held together and obscenely large needles.
And I am on call from Friday morning through 'till Wednesday morning. Luckily we won't see Nana and the Non-evil Stepmother-in-law until the 26th!


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tanning with a Purpose*

I always take the subway to my Wednesday knitting Meetup. I only had one token left, so on my way into the subway, I stopped to purchase more tokens at the machine. I usually buy 8 at a time - it comes to $18, so if you put in a 20 dollar bill, you get 8 tokens and $2 change.

Today, the machine sounded like a jackpot - the coins kept on coming. The only thing missing was the bright lights and ringing bells. At first I thought that the machine had malfunctioned and given me way more change than it was supposed to. Then, when I started digging the coins out of the slot, I realized that they were all nickels. Two dollar's worth of nickels.

I cannot believe that a TTC token vending machine punked me.


As of tomorrow, Somerset is no longer radioactive.

To celebrate, we put a month's worth of used kitty litter into our green bin. Special treat for the collection crew!

*The title has nothing to do with the post. It was a line from a newspaper ad that caught my eye as I glanced at it on the subway. Turned out that I had misread it - it actually read "Training with a Purpose". I like my version better.

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Sunday, December 07, 2008

Green is the new Catholic

Is it just me, or do other people experience guilt over not recycling/composting?

It pains me to throw recyclables in the garbage, and causes me angst if I see something recyclable sitting in a garbage can - sometimes it is very tempting to take it out and put it into the appropriate collection bin. I'm starting to fear that I am on the road to Crazy-lady-that-rifles-through-garbage-bins-ville.

I ended up christening my Mom's Cowl The Fuzzy Navy Abby - it looks black on the white background, but it is indeed navy:
Fuzzy Navy Abby in progress

It knit up quite quickly:
Fuzzy Navy Abby - complete!

After 6 pattern repeats, it was 12 inches long. Since my Mom will wear it around her neck rather than as a headcover, it's plenty long enough.
Fuzzy Navy Abby - trying on

Now I'm onto a pair of sportweight socks for my dad:
Toes for Dad

They also look black against a white background, but are in fact a dark blue/teal colour. I'm not very hopeful that I'll have them finished by next weekend when we go to visit my family, but if I can at least get to the heel, he can try them on to make certain they fit well.


Monday, December 01, 2008

You know it was a bad week...

...when you accidentally drop your cat into her water dish.