Also Purple

Used to be that a sweater was a sweater, a scarf a scarf,  and a shawl, a shawl or that pretty lace shawl.  Since Ravelry, or maybe even earlier, since Knitty, your projects and patterns have got to have a name.

It was kind of nice to be able to talk about a pattern and call it a Liesl and have everyone you were talking to about it, know exactly which sweater you meant.  

Now however if you said a Liesl, they wouldn't even be able to tell if you were knitting a garment or a fancy little haeadband or if you name was Liesl, which must be really hard if your name is Liesl.

Its bad enough with pattern names, but now, because I put my projects on Ravelry, I feel compelled to give my project a name.  A sub name.  A name to identify it among the other 10,000 projects, or to identify which of two my two of that pattern it is.

Though I have never knit with Seduce before and I have never knit a Shape It Scarf before, I keep having this very strong sense of deja vu.  I submit:

a very lovely Bitteroot (see?) knit out of the stunning Flaxen from Handmaiden in a lucious purple.  The more I wear this, the more I love it.  The flax and silk just get better and better and better.

I submit item 2.

Also purple made of Seduce, which everyone says just gets better and better and better.  Also linen and silk with significant parts of rayon and a little bit of nylon.  

Not the same at all, but both neck things, fairly similar in texture, and in colour (The second picture is really dull.  The yarn is not), different patterns, and yet, this one is going to be called Also Purple.  

Because, as you can see, it is also purple.  

Did I mention I struggle when I have to come up with cool names?

Again with the starting

After spending a bit of time looking at various Revontuli's I realized I had to start my wee proto shawl over.  The needles I was using were just too large.  Sekku is such a delicate yarn, with its loosely spun delicate bits, and I don't want it pulling itself apart with its own weight.  So, back to the drawing board on that one.

Which leaves me with nothing simple to knit and hands that just absolutely want to knit simple.  I am a desperate woman.

What do I have for patterns, and what do I have for yarns (already pulled out) that will do in really simple knitting.  Brainless simple.

Well, there is the Seduce.  And there hiding behind my chair is the just peeking out corner of Sally Melville's The Knit Stitch.  That's it!  A Shape It Scarf.

With it's simple simple shape and Seduce's drape, it ought to be just right.

I sure wish it were a little closer to baby time.  I know.  I hate the idea of rushing time, but its just too soon for baby knitting and I have hands that are craving baby knitting.  

Faitful for a week

And that is as far as it goes it seems.

We weeded the garden on the weekend.  It is a subsitence sized garden. A very, very large garden and even with two of us working, we did not quite finish in the 6 hours we put in. (Out of practice.) I'm going to have to go out and finish the corn and carrots in the evenings.  Its picky work, cleaning the rows so that each tiny plant can be the best it can be, but if we do it now, our returns from the garden will be so much bigger, and every year after we will reap the benefits of a cleaner garden.  As back breaking as the work is, I appreciate every moment of it.

If you buy from a market garden or CSA, remember food comes at the price of a lot of labour and you are getting off cheaply, no matter what you are paying.
Remember to say thank you.

The consequence to knitting is, first off, that I did not have time to do a whole lot of knitting.  Second, my hands were aching and tired.  Holding and swinging a hoe  took everything out of my hands.  I couldn't do anything heavy or large, and certainly no cotton/non wool yarn knitting.  There just wasn't enough there to give.

So I worked rather desultorily on the wee gray that might be a vest bling thing.  But even that soft smooth yarn became too much.  So, what is a knitter going to do?

Clean house or clean stash?  You got it.  I played in the stash.  I also cleaned house, but that isn't finished yet either - an unfinished weekend all around it seems.

It was time to go through the boxes and really have a look at yarn, and make sure everything is good.

For those of you unlucky souls who do not have a stash, going through the stash is the single best reason to collect a stash.  Digging in it, pawing through all that yummy goodness is reinvigorating and rejuvenating.  I feel younger than springtime with a newly kindled fire in my soul.

What I really need is some nice light new small shawls in pretty colours and yarns that are light in weight but stunning enough to offset the very very plain summer wardrobe of almost t-shirts that are my under a sweater wardrobe the rest of the year.  So to the digging was not just the usual digging. It was directed digging.

There are a couple of things in my special things collection that are going to come in play.  I have some very pretty Ruca in soft colours, that is going to be a Blossom shawl or some other budlike lace pattern, something that will handle its soft but frequent colour repeats with style and grace.  I have no photos of this because it went back into its easily accessible box.  It sits right behind my head though.  I'll not forget.

And then these were pulled from the bottom of the bottom of the closet where all the not a sweater yarns are.

Seduce, lovely Seduce from Berocco.  A pretty drapey something, I think.  A Berthe Collar perhaps?  

Then there is this pretty slinky skein that I kind of ended up with when buying a bag of other yarn that I coveted.  This was totally an accident but a very very pretty one.  A single 400 m skein of Yarn Pirate's Merino Tencel fingering weight yarn.  Small shawl country for sure.   

Then oh my coveted, longed for something from Classic Elites Fresca.  I love this yarn.  It develops the most delicious halo with its angora content.  It will be a Clockwork or a Daybreak, but until I sit down to buy the pattern I will not know which. I suspect Clockwork, but don't put Daybreak out of contention just yet. 

And then these.  Oh my precious.  These are almost too pretty to knit, but If I don't knit them the magical Noro colours will remain forever hidden. 

And that would be a crime against the universe. Noro Kiramecki above and Sekku below.  I have only 1 ball of the Kirameki, but two of the Sekku.  One of them is going to be Citron  and the other is going to be Revontuli huivi or translated,  Northern Lights .  Either shawl can be made with 1 and both can be as large as you want.  I cast on the the Revontuli with this one, but the knitting seems very fine.  I might change my mind yet.

but then again, when I look at all the projects in Sekku. This pattern speaks to me in this yarn.  


I'm under a spell.  Bewitched.  Let the good magic flow. 

Weeding

I love putting the garden in. That is just playing in the dirt fun.  

Now it is weeding season.  We were out this morning for 3 hours and are going back this afternoon.  We need to get it done before the next batch of rain hits tomorrow.

But weeding is hard work.  Weeding makes you wonder what the heck you were thinking when you put it in.  You weren't of course.  You were just playing in the dirt.

Weeding is hard.

I will persist because in the middle of winter next year, I will still have wonderful delicious vegetables to eat, grown with help from warm soil, sun and a little bit of rain.

That makes it all worthwhile. 

Unfaithful

Even with all the progress on the pink sweater, I haven't been very faithful to it.  I've been playing with other things that happened in the stash.  

One sign of an unfaithful knitter is other knitting has to be the next half finished project.  Now you might think that had all my efforts gone to pink, pink would be done, but not so.  This was knitted when my hands were tired of the very sturdy non stretchy nature of Remix (after about 6 hours of knitting)  or tired of wee garter stitch and when my head just needed a little something different.  It isn't much of anything and has a long way to gob before its life as a project can be confirmed or denied.  It may not be anything yet though I am generally aiming for a vest.  I have 864 metres and it is a worsted weight, so I'm seeing just how far it can go.  There should be enough for a something.

I'm knitting it out of Flicker from Berroco which was given to me by a friend. It is different than my usual choice of yarns because of the tiny bits of metallic shine in it.  I'm generally not into bling in my yarn but it is very subtle, and I can see how one can easily fall for its incredible softness.  There is much here to love.

Flicker is a tubular yarn.  It is constructed by a strand (or 2 or 3) being knit into a tiny tube and they yarn you work with is that tube.   That construction makes it incredibly light.  It almost feels as if you are knitting nothing but air. Like any tubular yarn and like most things with a non-metallic sparkly fibre component, it is catchy so you do have to do each stitch with a little care, but its baby aplaca makes knitting it a pleasure.  The best part?  It gives a fabric with the most amazing spongy light interesting texture and feel.

The pink thing will likely be finished this weekend, and who knows.  If it keeps up raining and I can't get to the garden,  the choice for weekend tasks is housework or knitting. All of us know just which thing I am most likely to do!

Relentless

June is a month that marks time for me in a way no other month does.  Every day as I wake, the sun is farther and farther to the point where it will shine straight into my northeast facing room.  And then one day, it does and for about 20 brief and glorious days, I wake bathed in sunlight. Its is a countdown as old as earth itself, relentless, following a pace in time and space that the universe sets. Seemingly immutable, and tied to the very core of who we are.  It reaches a crescendo at the summer solstice.

Sleeves knitted last on a knit from the top down are kind of like that.  You pick them up, and forward, forward relentlessly moving down to sleeve hem to the grand crescendo of a completed sweater, a great journey that reaches the height of glory in the finished accomplishment.

Or it would, if those overly grand poetic thoughts weren't like something out of a movie. In my study, sitting there with the pink before me, I catch myself thinking, 'there are two of them.  Two.  I'm never going to finish. These little tubes are going to kill me in their mind numbingly endless knit 3 rounds decrease the next.  Over and over and over again.'

Sleeves are relentless. The only reason I keep going is because there really is the grand crescendo of a completed sweater.  It makes it all worthwhile.

So I sit and knit, and keep focused on that deliberate path, step by step,  forward. 

Nemesis

The sleeve nemesis strikes again.  I hope I caught it in time.  Unfortunately, I'll have to knit a little more till I can be sure.  

2 needles sizes bigger, dummkopf.  2 not 1.

And back to Pink

Foolishness aside, the pink sweater is moving along nicely.  I'll be starting sleeves today.  They will be long fairly fitted sleeves, as in the pattern.
In the mean time, here is how it looks so far.

I'm pretty pleased.  On Ms Dummy, it flows just beautifully.  As I am just a touch girthier than Ms Dummy, it is a little less so on me, but that same drape and flow will come on wearing and if not, I suspect with the addition of another completed v of the lace.  

I am really pleased with the way the lace has turned out.  It is just the right sort of flash under the arms, for a non flashy dresser like me.  A sort of bling light of the sweater world.

And this is my contiguous shoulder.  I.  Am.  So.  Pleased.  Gregales original pattern has a very wide neckline with raglan sleeves.  That isn't really a good look for me.  Knitting the upper body contiguoulsy keeps the raglan-simple knitting but results in a completely perfect set in sleeve.  

So far so fair.  Now lets get these sleeves done.

A little something to take the edge off

I did a substantial amount of work on the pink sweater on the weekend.  I bound off the bottom edge, though I won't call it done till I can see what it looks like with sleeves.  It might need just another inch or two, to be in that proper place between too long sweater and too short dress.  Its a very thin line for someone as short as I.  Its such a thin line that I am not 100% sure that it exists.  In my mind it does, but only time shall tell if it exists in the world of sweaters.

In the mean time, just to take off the edge a little.  What edge you say?  Well, I got up and knit on the pink sweater till noon and my hands begged to stop working on the heavy project but my heart still itched to knit (ever have an itchy heart?  ya)

I have an overflowing basket of sock bits, and it was past time to get it down below overflowing.  I had cast on 15 stitches midweek last week, just fooling around, when my brain was overloaded.

Then on the weekend it grew and round 2 is completed.  I managed to sneak a little photo shoot in as I was working.  It will never be one of those splendid creations that make you hold your breath when you see their pictures, but it will be useful and washable and light.

There is an unusual amount of yarn in my sock basket that is yellow.  I was more than a little surprised at how many yarns laid side by side had yellow as a binding component.

When asked what my favourite colour is, I usually say red, but I know that yellow holds a very strong second.  I do have a stunning yellow study, brilliantly stunning, if I may say so myself, blindingly so to some.  But yellow is a much harder to wear colour, so I usually default to reds. Or so I thought.  The truth will out.

As it works up, I expect there to be other surprises, like how much rust and orange there is and how much blue there isn't.  I also think there will be only a very small amount of primary colours, though I have always thought of jewel tones and primaries as the things that spoke to me most of all.

Maybe it changes as you age?  I know that there is a physical component to the colours that attract us, that changes as our retina and optic nerve age.  Primaries are most easily identified by our childhood eyes and as we age our choices slowly move to tones and shades.

Maybe the choice of sock yarns shows this.  Or maybe not.  Maybe I am just plain in a loves yellow mode since I took up sock knitting.

   

Looking forward

One of the biggest changes that knitting brought to my life is the constant focus on forward.

That isn't my modus operandi.  No.  My usual is to take everything out and turn it over and over again, an epic seeking of right and wrongs.  There always are imperfections and I tend get mired in the wrongs.  

Knitting isn't like that at all.  Oh you can make mistakes, but it forces you to choose what you are going to do in an unthreatening way or you can fix it and move on.  Knitting is unforgiving  enough to teach you what happens to people who choose to just keep on without fixing it but it does it so gently that the only pain you could possibly feel is when you step on the needle as you walk past the corner you tossed the thing into.

But even when it forces you to go back and fix it, it then proceeds to be all about the forward motion.  

I still have a lot of my current pink sweater to finish but I am focused forward.  There may yet be days when my work goes backwards on it, but still, my mind and heart and soul are focused forward.  

What is next?  I've been thinking about Undercurrent  and I am sure that will happen before winter rears it head, but I also have been thinking a lot about something lighter, less causal, and maybe just a tad more conservative.  

OK a lot more conservative.  Its another of those 'my wardrobe could really use a _____ 'garments.  I need a good simple ordinary cardigan.  Think twinset and pearls for the general shape and fit of it.  These days the look gets consigned to 'vintage' and perhaps that is so.  It could very well be an old fashioned look.  Still it is a cardigan style that has no dates and is classic and suitable for every possible occasion.  

I want it to be classic in shape and plain in the knitting except for a tiny element of ...well...something.  I am going through the various stitch dictionaries with great vigor searching for the perfect little element.  It is completely possible that the perfect thing is simply an eyelet every once in a while, maybe with the eyelets becoming more and often in Hanami like glory.

Maybe what I need is a Hanami sweater.  Ah well.  I am looking for just a little something.  

This is the time in a knitting life of the big dream.  It is where your hands might be in the day to day work, but your mind is free to wander forward, ever forward, searching for the next interesting thing to know, to do, to work on, to play with.  Even when you are mired in ongoing things, your heart will be looking forward.

That is one of the things knitting taught me.  Always focusing forward and when you do look back, it teaches you it is OK, that it is normal and will be over in the blink of an eye. 

Ahhhh much better.

The repairs are done.

Well. Almost done.  The bind off is half done.  Then I just have to get   Son2 out to try it on and to stand still while I take a photo.  The standing still part is going to be a lot more painful than knitting the sweater.

The only other exciting stuff is this.

The next thing?  I'm not so sure about that, but it will happen pretty soon.  

I splurged on some Madelinetosh Tosh DK. I love those soft colour changes and variances.  I love the way that kind of thing looks in stockinette.  I don't know what pattern but time will sort that out.  

Its pretty, I will grant you that but I won't really know how these earthy yarn loving hands will feel about the fancy stuff till I knit it.

Sound knitting

I got in a nice chunk of good sound knitting this morning.  The re-worked ribbing on the Son 2's sweater is almost done.  Another 4 to 5 rows and it should be back where I started.  

As I worked, I pondered what I should do next.  I'm not quite ready to start on baby things even if my hands are very ready to knit said baby things.  I haven't quite got what I want to knit for baby down pat.  There will be a blanket, but which one?  Which pattern?  I'd love to do a sweater, but which one of many many patterns?  I would like to knit a hat but should it be the one with the sweet peak in the center, or something with a delicate girly edge?  I anticipate knitting for a very long time for my sweet wee thing, so there is no sense in doing too much at once.

But that leaves me with a few awkward weeks.  I could knit all sorts of things, but the bottom line is do I want it to be something that I will feel driven to complete in those few weeks or will it be destined to be an unfinished object, still hoped for but not something I am driven to knit. 

The trick is to avoid that.  My WIP basket can't take any more.  The sensible thing would be to finish a few things from the WIP basket.  

That is the real question.  Am I sensible?     

  

Mildly distracted

I'm a little distracted this morning.  I have no idea why.  Perhaps it is that I had not more than three minutes of sleep last night.  Perhaps it is the fact that  I could really use a coffee, but I suspect it would taste wrong this morning.  

I don't know, but I am distracted.  Disorganized, fuzzy headed, buzzy but not in a good way, exhausted and distracted.

It is knitting day here.  I miss the long afternoons where I could sit and chat and idle away an afternoon knitting in good company.  I do go now but just for one precious hour.  It kills me to come back to work at 1.  It just plain kills me.  

On the upside there is knitting tomorrow evening as usual (at the library this week correct? - I have gone to the alternate week place and wondered why no one was there) and they are just getting another day time knitting group up and running.

Way back when we were all first meeting on Ravelry and then off Ravelry, we statrted a group on the north side.  That group spawned several other groups including my regular Tuesday group and my Wednesday group. That group of northside knitters has grown and grown.  It is a wonderful group but it is so successful that it is almost too large.  So a few of the usual suspects, by that I mean ladies who live east and a few who live south have decided with the price of gas going up and the city getting so cotton picking busy, they would rather stick closer to home.  

So the northside group is spawning again.  There will be a Friday group at the usual location starting about noon and going till whenever you go home!  I will show up for my one hour lunch.  I am so pleased.  Beats sitting in the car and knitting.  

So even though I am feeling distracted and a little fuzzy around the edges, I have something happy to contemplate, somewhere pleasing to go, something to focus on.  So that is what I am going to do this morning.  

I am going to practice focusing on the really fun stuff in my day and am going to pull it together enough to knit on my pretty pink sweater.  Lots of stockinette and an easy lacy.   

The doctor came

And he gave up.

Son 2's sweater needed just a little more length in the front.  I guess instead of knitting short rows in the back, what he really needed was just more rows.  Everything looked great but for a wee bit more length.  

since I just needed rows in the front, I was hoping to be able to split the ribbing off, just in the front, slip in some short rows, and graft it closed.  I don't mind long grafts so long as you take you time and pay attention to how tight you are pulling the grafted stitches.  I was sort of looking forward to it.  

When it came right down to it, the trouble with that sort of thinking was short rows.  I was a little concerned about whether I could get the last stitches of the graft melding seamlessly with the rest of the stitches.  I decided this was no place to try something new.  Had it been the back, I probably would have, but not on a sweater front.  

Yesterday evening, I took the bottom off 

and now am a few rows into the ribbing.

It was a weekend of finishing.  I also finished the blue sweater.  Well, almost finished off the blue sweater.

  

I forgot to make those adjustments to the sleeves but I will do that this evening.  It will be interesting to see if they still are needed after a day of wear.  Still I am very pleased with the way it turned out.  The hemmed edge is just the right sort of finish for it.  It gives weight and consequence to its simplicity.

I put its completion into my Ravelry page as I usually do and realized that it took me only 1 month to complete.  In the same time period I also knit a good portion of the brown sweater and knit a whole bunch of the pink.  That is a lot of sweater knitting in one month.  Which means little to anybody else but is pretty interesting to me.  

I am once again, thinking about what next.  Its not quite time to do baby things.  A wee bit early in the game for that.  There might just be enough time to squeak in one more sweater.  Or maybe I ought to just finish some stuff.  That work in progress pile is fast becoming the forever pile.

Or maybe I should just knit something garter stitch.  A little garter stitch might be just the thing for waiting. Or there is a quilt I want to stitch. And...and

Doctor Doctor, where are you?

No surgery was performed last night.  I didn't even get home till 7 pm.  If there had been a reason I'm sure it would have been fine.  No I just stopped for groceries and everything was so slow and crowded.  Everybody else had the same idea.  Let us get this task done so we can catch up at home this weekend.

Well, alright.  That is a little bit of a lie.  I did get groceries but I was home by 6:40.  I was just having such a good time on the pink and didn't want to go where thinking was needed.  I'm hoping you will forgive me but the pink is pretty compelling.

It sure doesn't look like much does it?  Still, I am very pleased with everything about it.  Its contiguousness.  Its pinkness (I think I am falling in love with the colour all over again.).  Its lace.  Its mindlessness.

Not a lot of the sweaters I knit are ever mindless.  My height and all the short row shaping I like to do means that a sweater is a piece that looks plain, but isn't

This one is.

Now that I understand this lace properly and so long as I keep increasing on 4, it has become a nice little lace pattern.  I was starting to wonder about that regular line of shaping.

Would it be too much?  Might it need a small section near the waist where it should just be straight so that the bottom doesn't flare out too much?  The answer, I think, is no. By the numbers the skirt, if you will, is very wide.  The schematic shows it to be 45 inches across, which means 90 inches in circumference.  The bottom skirt is very wide by design. What I am going to do is move my needles sizes up just a bit.  I started this with 3.75 mm needles at the top.  I wanted the shoulders to be good and firm so that down the road, when it is settled into the bases of each stitch, as non wool fibres do, It will still be a nice firm fabric.

Just this morning I upped it to 4 mm needles and when the next ball of yarn goes on, I will up it again to 5mm.  I don't normally get to use this tactic for sizing garments.  It isn't enough of a change in gauge to fit the sort of change I need, but this time, that 90 inch circumference by design has already given me all the room I need.  This time my quest is for drape and flow.  By going up to 5 mm needles, I will get the softer fabric and drape that I think this sweater will demand.

It occurred to me this morning that as much as I like the sweater, and as strong as the urge is to knit it, I really need to finish up the blue one.  Its going to be hard to pull away but I must.  There is a lot of stitching of hems on the blue, and knitting of the sleeve hem lining to do on that one.  I'm not looking forward to that, though I am looking forward to wearing it.

The morning will bring surgery.  I want to get it done so you can all see how very nice the Brownstone turned out.  I'm going to try to get him to model it too.  He looks awfully nice it, if I do say so myself.

Moving Along

The pink sweater is moving right along and the increases are working!  I would show you.  I had planned to show you, but I left the camera at home.  

I will say once again how much I like Berroco Remix.  I have been wondering which colour to use next.  I have no idea what I would need more for after 2 sweaters, one after another in this yarn, but I absolutely love the way it works up and love the way the fabric looks knit.    Sort of upper crust New England comfy casual, like the sort of things LL Bean sells.  It has 'the' look and I want more.

Till I worked in the yarn store, I was not acquainted with Berroco except for their advertising in magazines but they have the most remarkable range of yarn.  And the colours.  

No one touches the density and richness of their colours.  Stand in front of a wall of Ultra Alpaca colours and tell me you won't be moved by the sight before your eyes.

I could go on.  Heaven knows that after having missed a couple of weeks of the knitting groups, the ladies who were there last night can attest that I can talk nonstop for hours about yarn.  (Sorry about that.)  Generally, if you are reading this blog, you already know that.  And probably feel the same.

Tonight I am going to perform surgery on the brown Remix sweater.  I've settled on what I am going to do and I've sorted out an emergency next step in case my repair isn't going to work.  I'm keeping my toes crossed, because as Brenda of Brenda Knits says "Fingers crossed except you can't knit like that."

  

By Dawns Early Light

Everything looks better once you have a good nights sleep on it.  I got up half an hour early and sat and pondered, corrected and knit.  It works.  I think I have it now, and have moved on to start the patterning on the sweater.  

We'll see where the day takes me.  It is such a relief to have that sorted out and my path clear in my mind.

Weeping and gnashing of teeth

This is a tale of weeping and gnashing of teeth.  It will be short because I am going upstairs and I intend to have a good stiff drink. 

And then I will have another.

I am ready to start doing the lace panels on Gregale.  The lace panels will very cleverly hide all in increases I need in the patterning.  Or they will kill me.

I tried to simply chart it out.  It is a really simple pattern and you would think that charting it to increase should be easy peasy.  

Then I knit the pattern from the bottom up just as written so that I could get a feel for how the increases worked in.  That went OK, so I tried the increasing.  that would be the middle.  The direction of the lines is very very important and with the conversion to my continental knitting on flat work, I have to switch the chart for the back to knit on the first side I come to and the chart for the front to the first back section. (edited to explain the problem correctly.)

If that sentence doesn't make sense to you...well it is indicative of the way this is going.  I knit and reknit that center section a bunch of times and was beginning to see the light.  

Then I had to stop and go to work.  I started again and changed out the charts and it seemed to be going on.  It looks pretty good in the picture but I have to go back 3 rows because there is something different between the two sides of the work. I get the general layout of the lace patterns, but I tell you the increases are making me nuts. 

Just when I think I have it and am ready to write out a quick to follow chart, it doesn't work out.

So, think of me while you knit.  I'll be the blithering idiot in the corner writing on the wall, I love knitting, I love knitting.  If you get a minute, I could probably use a pat on the back.  

And if you could see yourself clear to sharpen my pencil, I'd appreciate it.  

So much to tell

Every once in a while, it seems there is so much stuff to tell, that I just don't know if I could possibly tell it all before I forget.  Sometimes it just bubbles over.  Today it's like I'm a fountain of champagne bubbling out over the top of the bottle, bubbling merrily along.  It was an extraordinarily good weekend.

A wee bit ago, I started knitting to replace a basic wardrobe piece, a black turtleneck.  I am still working on it. 

I am loving the yarn.  Its just a very inexpensive black cotton from a South African company, Elle.  I suspect it was a discontinued line because the place I got it from was selling bags of it for dirt and I do mean dirt, cheap.  I have 3 bags of it, so I am just thrilled that I like knitting it.  Wouldn't it be awful to have 3 bags of something you loathed?  

Though I confess, its hard to imagine loathing any yarn unless it was that stuff that grannies knit slippers out of in the 70's.  I loathe that still.  

This project sits on my desk.  Its kind of in the way, sitting here buried under pencils and paper pads and a Russian dictionary.  Its kind of crowded by a couple glasses from the weekend (time to clean this study again), but it just sits here dark and quiet.  Its really well mannered, I must say.

  

I take it out every now and then and knit a few repeats of the pattern.  I have to finish a repeat though.  Each time I leave it sit mid repeat, I mess it up.  I have decided that it is so busy that no one will notice.  I didn't, till there was photographic evidence.  I submit to you the evidence.

I've messed up more than once and will likely do it again.  There is no fighting it.  I will live with it or rip it all back and just do a rib.  There is merit in the thought.  The debate rages on.  Ribs would be fine, but this is kind of fun.

There was much knitting this weekend, much much.  I worked very hard on the rose sweater and I am so pleased.  Contiguous is working out very well, and oh I love this yarn.  More on that later. 

And Son 2, tall, tall man that he is, came and tried on his now complete sweater.  It looks really good.  Almost to good to believe that I knit it.  From the back.  More about that tomorrow.  

I'm mulling how I am going to proceed on it.  I don't think it will take long to get the fix done, but I am kind of debating how I want to get there.

Anyway, busy busy weekend, and busy week upcoming.  So much to tell.  

Knitting is like that

I made good progress on my pink sweater.  

Oh my gosh.  I'm knitting a pink sweater.  I thought it was coral.  I have to be careful how I wear coral, but pink I can wear, no problem! Seriously, it was not till I put in on to see how it would fit, that I realized how pink it was.  Not pastel pink, rosy pink!

Please don't ask me what I was doing with a bag full of Remix in a colour I was not sure I could wear.  I can only say in my defense that it looked more pink in the store?  I am feeling a mite silly since I have been worrying about how I was going to use a whole bag of coral.  I am in fact, knitting it now so that I would use the colour while it had a little bit of a fashion resurgence.  But a nice rose colour never is out of fashion. The joke is on me!

I digress.  Sorry.  I was knitting away and really enjoying it. I tried it on, and the fit will be just about right.  I love it when knitting math works, when numbers and gauge match and make sense on the needles.  Anyway, I was cruising.  I knit a whole bunch and decided to take count of my sleeve stitches.I didn't want to end up with sleeves that were too large again.  Its a little bit of a beginner mistake and I have done this a few times now.  I know better.  

So count I did.  By stitch count I was 10 increases per sleeve from where I would want to knit straight.  

Whoa Nelly.  I'm only about a third of the way down the sleeve. That should not happen till about 2/3rds of the way. Something is seriously wrong here.

An enthusiastic knitter mistake. Sigh.  I really ought to pay better attention to what I am doing.  See that dramatic bell on the inrease line?  Yup.  I'd been increasing every round.  Sigh.  Its supposed to be every other round.  Every round isn't going to produce a nice fitting sleeve. Every round might be pouffy looking.

Back to the drawing board.

There.  That looks so much better!  hahaha

It does look a little pouffy here, but the shoulder is squished up on my needles.  When it is sitting flat it has a really nice tailored look which is what I am going for.  The line of sleeve increases is much better and that is what matters here.

It does seem to be moving along nicely, though the knitting is never going to go so fast as I want if I keep having to re-knit.  But getting it right is completely possible in knitting.  

I'll take my mulligan and move on. Knitting is like that.  

Genius

Every once in a while, genius spontaneously erupts.  This is true of every human venture, but it is particularly true in knitting.

The first knitter to figure out that you could take one long strand of rope like material and pick it up through the other one on the needle, over and over again, to invent knitting out of what most likely was a nalbinding or netting technique.  Genius.

The first knitter who realized that if you did one little thing different, you were not knitting wrong, you were purling.  Genius.  

The first person who discovered if you just kept knitting around and around, you would get a tube.  Genius.

There have been hundreds of flashes of genius in knitting that changed our lives right up to and including Barbara Walker, Elizabeth Zimmermann, Judy Becker of Magic Cast On fame, and Jeny Staiman of Jeny's stretchy cast off fame.  Genius.

I would like to add another name to the list because really.  Genius. 

SuzieM invented a way to knit a top down, set in sleeve that starts with the cast on row and is knit all in one peice.  She calls it Contiguous.  It does not replace the genius of Barbara Walker's simultaneous set in sleeve, but rather builds upon it.  Serious flashes of genius here.

The technique has ample room for different looks, from single stitch shoulder 'seams' to saddle look shoulders right down to no 'seam stitch at all, just an interesting patterning.

I picked up my yarn and needles yesterday to begin Gregale and contiguous is what happened.  It isn't the lovely blue bamboo tape I was contemplating, but another round of the gorgoeus Remix, from Berocco, this time in a soft coral/ pink/rose called Blush.  It wasn't a decision I seemed to make, so much as my hands seemed to take it on themselves.     

By evening I was ready to separate for the sleeves. I knit a few rows and then realized it wasn't going to work.  

It would be too pointy and narrow for my rounded, chubby shoulders. If you look above, you will see what a lovely little triangle it is forming.  It needed to start with more stitches, but it also needed to grow wider faster for a good fit.

So back to the drawing board.  I pulled back and reknit doubling the first few increases on the sleeve.  Its making a much more pleasing line that I hope will look just right.  A little time will tell if I have the rate of increases right.  I have to get below the neckline to where I join it and begin knitting in the round.  Then I can have a quick try on and check.  

I'm trying to keep the long shallow slope of the neckline.  That was a little challenging because on Gregale, as designed, the shallow neck slope begins midway on the sleeve, right about where a seam would sit had it not been designed with raglan sleeves.  (I wasn't quite ready to try getting that width on a contiguous knit foundation.  I think I know what I would do if I wished to restart, which I don't)     

Anyway, with the rain this week, the garden and more work in it, is going to have to wait.  There will be ample time to move  this sweater along.  And if the weather forecast is right, I'll be able to work on it sitting in the sunshine on my back deck.  

SuzyM, I think time will prove me right. The flash of genius that sometimes happens in knitting popped in your direction, you caught it, and ran with it.  Genius, SuzyM.  Pure genius.

To be or not to be?

I can't finish the blue sweater till I have a good clear head on my shoulders, so I have spent my time these last few days thinking about what is next.

I really wanted to try a contiguous knit.  BrendaKnits linked to the Contiguous group on Ravelry and I passed the link on to my friend, Knittydee (on Rav).  She finished  a Romy and oh my it is gorgeous.  

I also wanted to use a really great summer yarn, some Rowan Bamboo Tape that I have in my stash.  Its a yarn that is a smooth as butter in a colour that is the softest of soft blues.  Stunning stuff.  But the yarn is a grower.  According to everyone who knit it, it grows width wise and it grows lengthwise because of its tape construction, so using it for a garment can be a challenge. I knit a sweater once with the yarn and by the time it was done, the project was much much too large for the intended recipient. That was so long ago and so early on in my knitting skills.  I am much more able to knit to the yarn than I was.  I'm not a hundred percent sure that a solid stockinette garment in it is going to be a good idea and I am not ready to knit contiguous and to try to get a pattern established. That is just a little too much challenge right now.

I thought and thought and by the time I was ready to knit it, I had lost my gumption for that plan.  So what next?    I really don't know for sure.  

In the meantime, and because I can always find more space for unfinished objects, I am casting on for a Gregale   but it will be top down and all in one piece.  It looks nice and simple, and it will be so, once I get going, but there is enough challenge in the shaping of the neckline to keep my wanting to learn new stuff part of me busy for a while.  

I'd knit it contiguously but it is a raglan, and part of what I like about it is the raglan shaping.  So...off I go.  Into the wild blue yonder.  Or should I say Blush?  

If I can't sort out the raglan shaping to my satisfaction, then I will change the sleeves and go contiguous.  Who knows?  I might go there straight away.  

Because contiguous still sounds like a really really great way to knit a sweater.

Misbegotten

If this doesn't look misbegotten, 

I don't know what does.  The neckline hangs funny.  The sleeves look goofy.  The shoulders are square.  It droops.  This is why finishing was created!

I think it will be ok and what isn't ok, I think I can adjust.  

The problem is the sleeves.  As I was knitting the sleeves, there should be a point about 2/3 of the way down the armscyce, where I stop increasing.  I didn't.  So the sleeves are a little wide.  I think I can tuck in enough fabric on the sleeves that it will be fine.  Two small seams in an otherwise seamless garment.  

This sort of adjustment isn't for this morning.   It for a good fresh brain ready to tackle a little innovation.  

Once the sleeve adjustment is done, there is a small matter of the fancy schmancy hem trim and a little blocking to sort out its current oddities and we are good to go.

I am really looking forward to this.  I have a wee blanket made from this yarn that has been more often a shoulder cosy than blanket.  Thing is, it has been washed and machine dried several times, and it is just a great fabric. 

I know how this yarn performs, I know how it feels, and I know how it drapes.  Everything here was done  taking these things into account. I can't wait to be able to wear it!

Ack!!!!!!

I've got the blue sweater done but for the finishing and the finishing

is going to take a while.  This is 1 full ball all around the neck and botton edges and it has taken hours to knit.  (Well not that many but it sure feels like hours)

All of this edging will be folded back and sewn to make a flashy little lining.  I don't have enough of the blue to do it in blue and the brown is not quite right to have it really show off.  As a lining, though, well it makes me think of years and years ago, when Merv Griffin would flash his suit jacket lining off to his viewers.  It will just be a quiet sort of flash as I walk and move through my day.

The last time I tried it on, the sleeves seemed wrong.  I don't know if it is that they are truly wrong or if it just the time in all my projects where I am convinced that I have knit the ugliest thing known to mankind.  

What I am not looking forward to is that if I have to reknit, I have to take all the brown edging off.  Common sense tells me to take the brown off and try it on again and if it needs fixing, to fix it. 

I'm just going to keep working on it.  Another row or two and I can pin this mile of brown edging back and then find every needle of length in the house and see how it fits with and edging and the finished details attached.  Details can make a big difference to the way it hangs and fits.  

So onward to what might very well be futility.  

Tired but rewarded

I am tired.  To the bone tired.  But I know that in a few weeks I will reap rewards amply.  If the weather is good that is. 

We put lettuce, radishes and carrots in one evening last week.  Then we put in a few rows of peas.  Then on Saturday we finished up the peas, put in the corn.  We did something else but I don't remember.  I know that yesterday we planted dozens of things.  I really don't remember it all, but I know there was roots of all kinds.  And potatoes.  Tons and tons of potatoes.  

We have a little more to do before it is completely done.  Today we have some rhubarb to put in, some raspberries to fill in spots where last years did not come back, a couple of blueberry bushes to try, and some strawberries to move.  If it all goes well, I would love to move a few roses and the lone Saskatoon bush that made it through.  

I am tired but Mr. Needles does all the hard stuff.  I know that I could not do a lot of this without him.   He does the digging and gets the water to the garden. He is working things up and does it all in very straight rows.  He is tuckered and done. 

It needs to be said.  The farm would not be any fun at all without him. 

Back in the Garden

Way back in the mists of time there was a song with that title.  Crosby Stills and Nash.  There are several versions on Youtube if you need to check.  This is neither here nor there, but last night I was truly, back in the garden.

I love my garden.  I love the end result.  I love having stuff in my freezer all winter long.  I love bringing stuff up and knowing these were planted by my hand and picked, and stored and to my table without the intervention of any major corporations.  I love the idea of growing my own food, taking care of something so fundamental just me and whatever weather should happen my way.  It pleases me in  every way.

But you know, gardening sucks.  It is very, very hard work.  At this scale, it is between you and a hoe and the ground, or you and a watering can and the ground, but it is all hard work.  And it will continue to be hard work all summer.  With me back working full time, its going to get a little hairy.  When will I get it all weeded?  When will I pick and freeze my peas?  Make pickles?  Pick berries?  Tend to my knitting?

The way I figure it, I will be doing a lot of garter stitch this summer, and a lot of small projects.  That works out ok with the grandbaby coming.  Babies are all about small things.   Wee socks.  Tiny caps.  Itty bitty sweaters.  Little things with feet that are so sweet you just want to snuggle them even without a baby in them.

But I also know that once the garden has been completely planted, which barring rain, will be finished this weekend, I have a couple weeks of open time before things need weeding.  There is always the week or so where you can't do anything because it isn't up yet and another week where you have to let it grow a bit till you can thin it out and weed in the rows (Should they need it.  My garden will need it.).  Free time and I hope to get in one more sweater before the sweater knitting for me must be put aside. 

The question is which one.  It has to be something simple enough that I can speed through the knitting like a house on fire.  It has be be interesting enough to want to keep me at it.  The debate rages on, with at least 2 different yarns and 3 to 4 patterns in contention.  I am really waffly about one.  It is kind of like Miss Congeniality in a pageant show.  She is good and nice, but her chances of winning are slim.  And yet...

I'll run through them over the weekend and try to make a decision for Monday.

Rain

It rained at the farm last evening, so no gardening for me.  It gave me the chance to finish up the sweater.

The knitting is now done, unless I knit it a little longer.  I think I'd like to get all the finishing done and then get him to try it on again.  

Those pesky underarm joins will really change the way it sits and hangs.  That will be the real tell if extra is needed.  Does it look right after it is ready to wear?  That is the question.

I'm happy to be done and debating the next thing!  I've a little time, since I have a few more inches on the blue denim look sweater and that one will be done before I start yet another new thing.

  

It always feel good to finish up a sweater.  Like nothing else on earth.

Dirty. Tired. Sleep.

That was my evening.  Dirty.  Tired.  Sleep.  There will be more of these during gardening season.  We are doing a very big push to get everything done both at home and at the farm, in one fell swoop, so that all we need to do is water and wait.

I will be Dirty.  Tired. Sleep. again this evening, though I am going to try to get the collar finished early to morrow morning.   

Half Done

Half done is well begun.

I'm well begun.

I knew it wouldn't take long to knit the collar and after just an hours worth of time this morning, here we are.  Half done.  

The collars lovely shape comes from its use of short rows across the back of the neck Those are all done and now I just have a few inches straight to knit for length on the front and it will be done.  I'm working the collar on 4 mm needles and knitting quite tightly.  I hope the collar stays nice and firm and crisp looking. A sloppy shawl collar can kill the look of a sweater.  

The finishing will consist of grafting two seams at the underarm and sewing the collar front edge to the sweater.  I've woven almost all the ends in as I went along so there is just a check of them to make sure they are secure before I snip them and voila, it shall be complete.  Well, that and one other thing.

When the big guy tried the sweater on, it seemed a little short to me.  He thought it was ok, but I am going to snip off the ribbing and knit an extra couple of inches.  He is tall, with long legs, and he really doesn't need a short sweater making him look like Urkle. 

A little hampered

I'm a little hampered this morning because I don't have any access to my pictures.  I suspect that my pictures would look a lot like the last time I showed you whatever project.  That is one of the things I dislike about big projects.  There just isn't the opportunity for flinging photos about like there is when you work on small things like socks and mittens.  There is always a point where it looks exactly like it did last time.

It isn't that there was no knitting.  There was lots of knitting.  The blue cotton plain jane summer sweater is down to the point where it is just straight knitting.  It won't be long now till I have to make some firm decisions about the finishing touches.

The big fella otherwise known as son 2, came out and tried on his sweater.  It looks just about perfect.  You will be delighted to know that the sleeves are perfect.  The body is just the right length, and if I do just a few more rounds at the neckline, it too will be perfect.  The only part left is the ribbed shawl collar and I don't anticipate any trouble from it.  

And then there is this.  

 Its a little shawl made from a local indie dyer here in Edmonton, Dandelionfluff. Very pretty on a bamboo viscose wool base.  I've been tinkering away on it at lunch and occasionally at knit night and it is small but the number of stitches is significant.  

I'm thinking about putting the edging from the River Valley Shawl on it.  It is a edging based on an old Estonian pattern.  It is a brilliant edging, but like each clue in the River Valley shawl, there is something new to learn in it and after it sitting so long, I find I am a wee bit intimidated. On the original shawl, I ripped back my error on the edging, and I am ready to for clue 6, yet I hesitate. 

I was wondering if I could get over that hesitation by knitting that edging on something so far from where it belongs, far from that very very challenging shawl. (So challenging that the designer decided never to put it up for sale even though it is stunning).  I am going to take today and do a little math and see if the stitch counts are where they need to be for the edging to work out.  I have to take into account one fussy foolish bit.  I started this as a Multnomah, and Multnomah has that little 5 stitch spine.  I'm not sure how that will work out with this edging, but I shall see what I come up with.  

The math and counting at lunch time, and either finishing the Big fellas sweater tonite or working on mine.  A busy day ahead.  A busy week ahead, but I need to get these things both out of the way in very short order.  

Its gardening season, and for the next few weeks, that will be a kink in all knitting plans.

All the pink I will ever knit.

That isn't quite true.  I have some seriously hot pink in the depths of the stash but these are all the soft pinks I will ever knit.  I like all sorts of colours but not pastels.  They just are not me.  There are always exceptions to every rule.

The Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino is not pastel pink.  It is a lovely dusty soft pink that is usually found in the sky after the sun sets.  Its really just a hint of pink.  

The Schulana is pure pink in all its pastel glory, but surely a hat with a wee flower gracing the side and some pearls scattered about it, is a must for a wee thing.

And the bright pink Happy sock yarn?  Well that is to do some faux isling on the white Kertzer On Your Toes Bamboo ground.  Flowers, If I recall correctly.  The Yarn Harlots buddy Ken did something for a wee girl a long time ago that has always stayed with me.  Pretty faux isle in a pink multi colour on the white ground is not my idea but I will run with it.

My son and daughter are having a baby and just the other day they found out it will be a girl.  I don't intend to swath the wee thing in girl stuff only.  Kids should be who they are and she might be the type to climb trees and be the jungle gym ruler and might even beat her pappa at golf. She will have lots of strong bright colours too, but these few soft pink things.  Well that is just for grandma and from grandma, just because.

Grandma also took care of herself too. 

I'll need a large wardrobe of lace shawls just in case she really likes tea parties and dressup.