Tuesday, July 31, 2012


There once was a time when a dropped stitch resulted in panic, stress and angst.  I didn't know how to catch it and how to fix it.  The longer I've been knitting the better I have gotten (surprise, right?).  I remember the first time I fixed someone else's mistake - I felt proud of myself and happy I could help someone else along.

The other day a friend and I were happily knitting away when I discovered that I got a little over enthusiastic with my knitting.  I had knit the sleeve of my Cassidy a little too long.  I set that one aside and worked on the second sleeve.  I knew I would have to either tink the other back or rip it back.

Today I pulled the needles out and ripped back.  Then I picked up the stitches and made sure my measurement was correct.  And it hit me.  This isn't the first time I've pulled my needle out of a lot of live stitches, ripped back and then reinserted my needle.  I don't remember when I started this, but I do know that somewhere I turned a corner.

Pardon the phone photo

In case you are wondering, I do not pull needles out of lace to rip back.  That would be crazy!

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Sock Curse Part II

So the socks...

The problem is between finishing the first and starting the second I somehow knit two different sizes.  One is Mister's size.  The other is my size.

Left: my size  - Right: Mister size

So what to do?  Honestly, I can't stand to look at these socks anymore.  I'm done with them.  Done.  I don't want to rip back and start over.  I can't find this color and knit two matching socks. Even if I could, I'm not sure I'd want to.  So for now, they are going into the time warp of the way back closet.  They will sit there, think about how irritating they are and perhaps one day I'll frog them both and make something new.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Sock Curse

So I've been knitting a pair of socks for a long time.  Actually, I haven't been knitting on them actively for a while.  According to my Ravelry project page for them, I started them in August of 2011.  I started them for Mister, but having gone up a needle size they looked to be more my size.  Oops.  So I moved on and kept knitting them.  Until I forgot them and they got buried on my desk by papers to file, etc.  Some other knitting had come along, school heated up and I forgot them.  Poor socks.

I cleaned my desk off and found them.  I was down to the toe decreases and I took them up to my LYS to sit and finish the work on them.  Boom - I had a finished sock.  Then I forgot them again.  I don't know when I rediscovered them.  I needed a simple mindless project to take with me to knit night and various other places.  I cast on and began the plunge to the heel.  I was knitting away through many knit nights.  I turned the heel (my favorite part of socks) and felt happy.  Soon these poor socks would be finished.  On our trip to Seattle these were my plane knitting flying out.  I decreased the gusset and things were magical - until....

One afternoon in Seattle, I had a length of time to wait for Mister while he had a meeting.  I sat outside in the glory of the Northwest July and knit.  I had a glass of iced tea, a breeze, people watching and my thoughts to keep me company.  I knitted, thought long thoughts and waited.  Then I looked down at my knitting to see when I should stop decreasing for my foot.  It seemed to be taking forever to get back to my original number of stitches after the heel (72 stitches - 36 stitches on each needle - magic loop if you must know).

Top of foot needle stitch count: 36
Bottom of food needle stitch count: 20


So then I spent some time enjoying my surroundings while I pulled my needles out and ripped back to where I needed to have stopped decreasing.  I put my needles back in and laughing at myself I continued to knit a large section again, this time correctly.

I didn't get much chance to knit again on the trip and didn't pick them back up until knit night.  Knit night was a bit chaotic that night - lots of conversations and people in and out.  I was distracted.   I wondered how close I was getting to the toe decreases so I found my first sock to compare with the in progress sock. When I matched the socks up, something didn't seem right.  There seemed to be a discrepancy with the size.  The first sock seemed slightly smaller than the second sock.  After all the stitch pattern was a variation of ribbing and we all know that ribbing pulls the fabric in.  My second sock has been handled and stretched by the needles.

I didn't really pay this all too much attention.  I was distracted, and I told myself the cursed phrase that many knitters have thought before - "Oh, it is fine.  I'll just keep knitting."

The next night I was at an event with Mister and I had some time to knit.  It was quiet during the early moments of the event and I pulled out my knitting.  The first sock came out with second and then it hit me.  It wasn't fine.  Sometime was undeniably wrong.

Can you see what it is?

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Third Time

A lot has happened in three years.

Happy Anniversary to my best friend and husband.

After ceremony smoothies at Wired Coffee.  We had our first date there five years ago.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Post Seattle Surge

So a few day after we returned form Seattle I was down.  Trip hangover, Seattle mourning, re-entry - whatever you want to call it.  But on Wednesday I had a surge.  I wanted to work, and its lasted a few days now.  I warped my loom to weave handspun, I began spinning a beaded yarn, I made batts for the shop, I spun a batt, I ordered some new colors of dye to play with and I stayed up with my brain in creative overdrive.  It was hard to keep up with myself!

As a result, I updated the shop this morning.

I'm taking the day to catch up on my mystery shawl knit along, to weave and sort through the various fibers that I've pulled out during the frenzy.  I'm also going to cast on for a new shawl out of my hand paint.  Craft show season will be soon here, and I best get some booth samples together.    

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The Seattle Post

It is hard to say when exactly I fell in love with Seattle.  

We arrived two hours late from a flight delay.  Mister and I arrived hungry and wonky from the flight.  We checked into our hotel and I searched for a local diner.  

Mister and I love local diners, hole in the wall places that sometimes look iffy on the outside.  We found Beth's Cafe and discovered it is a bit of a legend.  Twelve egg omelets are their speciality.  Yep.  Twelve.  12. One dozen eggs.  Good grief!  Mister and I kept our order modest and went for smaller mini affair.  The table next to us did not.  The young men had three omelets delivered to them and they suddenly were stunned into silence for several beats. 
We ate our dinner/breakfast at 1 am to the steady techno beat blasting from a speaker perched above Mister's head.  The walls are coated with the art efforts of many dinners.  There isn't an inch of wall space left unadorned and some of the space was stacked two to four crayon drawings deep.

Over the next few days we explored Seattle.  Mister lived there long ago and showed me the sights that he dearly loved and places that had become legendary in his stories.  

There was green everywhere. 

Building design took in account the landscape and wasn't jarring.  It reminded me of Frank Lloyd Wright's believe that the building should integrate into the surroundings.  Even commercial buildings followed this principal.

Then there was the Puget Sound.  I think upon first catching a glimpse of it is when I really fell hard.  Seattle has all the things on my list of want to haves in a place to call home.  Mountains, water and cooler climate.  It packs quite a punch.

View on the ferry from Edmonds to Kingston, WA.

The ferry fascinated me.  So many moving parts, people and vehicles.  

Pulling into Kingston, WA.  The engines reverse to reduce speed.
I didn't photograph much of our trip.  I tried to stay in the moment and enjoy each bit of it.  We had such a good time and have much left to do on return trips.  I loved the pace of Seattle.  I love the creative energy that pulses around.  I felt something change inside me and I loved how I felt while we were there.  I want to live here someday.  I hope soon.  I experienced what John Denver once sang about in the mountains.  Home can very defiantly be somewhere you have never been before.  Sometimes the land just knows your name.

Sunset on the Sound

Now that we are back, I'm struggling to find my footing again.  Re-entry is tough but I'm soothing some of my pangs for Seattle with yarn.  I picked this beautiful yarn up at The Fiber Gallery.  I asked the nice woman for locally dyed yarn and they delivered.  The color way is Vamp in the Artisan Sock base by Hazel Knits.  I'm knitting a shawl that I'm calling Soundside Shawl (original is Seaside Shawlette by Wendy Johnson).

Before we left, I managed to sneak a quick shop update on my Etsy shop.  I didn't have time to tell you all about it before, so be sure to check it out now.  I'm hoping that someone buys the fiber in the top left square soon.  It is calling me and I might be forced to snag it if you don't!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Tour de Fleece and de Seattle

It is that time of year again....

I've been spinning away for the Tour de Fleece.  I've already completed on goal, to finish my PAL  Somemore fleece yarn.

I've started knitting my KAL Mystery Summer Solstice Shawl by Wendy Johnson with my first skein (the shawl is the knitted heap in the upper left corner).  I won't show progress of this knitting right now since there maybe people knitting this along with me. Gotta keep the mystery going.  I'm thinking I'll knit the other skein into another shawl.  Perhaps I'll spin up a white  Corriedale and a silver Corriedale/Merino cross fleeces and make a Color Affection shawl the knit world is mad for.

My other goal for the TdF is to work on spinning the singles from Allistar's fleece.  It seems like I've been working in this project forever.  I'm not sure how many spinning days I'll get in with work for the shop, etc.

Mister and I are getting ready to head out of town for a few days soon.  We are going to Seattle and I'm beside myself with excitement.  It will be lovely to get out of the Midwest heat and humidity we've been sunk into.  It will be lovely to see mountains and the ocean again!  It will be lovely to sneak into a few knit stores and look around.  I'll be sure to take lots of pictures to share.  It is a short trip, but it is well timed.  Mister lived in Seattle back in the day and is anxious to show me around.

Shop News

Look for a shop update tomorrow. I've been back in the dye kitchen after an extended break.