Not knitting cuffs this weekend?

I’m knitting the partner cuffs but I’m now learning about miniskeins: they differ.

The second cuff has specks of caramel and none of the blue tones that the first one has. The one that I love particularly. I have no use for caramel unless covered in salt and chocolate.

The second green cuff has way more brown and muddy colours in it. It’s not as crisp and Spring like as the first one, which I adore:

These would not look pretty when worn together.

I’m going to have to knit new partner cuffs, top down, with the remainders of the first mini skeins. That way they will look the same when I wear them, peeping from under my sleeve cuffs.

When I run out of yarn I can use the mini skeins I’m knitting with in the pictures to finish the bottom parts of the wrist part.

The thing is: the remainder skeins of the first cuffs are in the city. As you can see from the table cloth I’m at the cabin for the weekend…
What will I dooooo this weekend??

Guess I’ll have to look and see if I’ve got some fingering weight here for another set of cuffs…

I still need steele-ish blue ones. And some wool white ones. And a set in gleaming silk would be lovely! Could also do with lavender ones for sure.

I made a colour board of all the cuff colours I’m thinking about:

Shortly I’ll be gearing up to go hunting in the stash room for one of these colours. Because I need to knit cuffs this weekend!

Or I could knit my sock.
I brought it with me of course. Would be great if I finish that today and its partner too because tomorrow a new KAL starts that I want to participate in.

My spinning wheel is also here with the project on it that I enjoyed so much last weekend. It will be raining this weekend but it will be lovely sitting in front of the glass doors, with the green outside just there, and spinning. I could not knit cuffs but spin instead.

By the way, we’re only talking yarn needs for today anyway because tomorrow I’m spending the day getting reacquainted with my weaving loom. No time to knit cuffs.

No, I’m taking no chances, I’m heading off into the stash room to look for cuff yarn. Have a great Saturday!


Binary cuff knitting…




My in-house nerd says I’ve now knitted 15 cuffs…

They are all Narcissus cuffs.
The two one the right are knit from miniskeins dyed by Wol met Verve that I bought at the fair in Tilburg. They are 100% merino and tightly plied, like sock yarn. They are beautiful and soft against my wrists but they won’t pill as fast as the light grey will and the Wollmeise I’m wearing at the moment does.

They knit up so differently from how they look in the skein! The top one I had seen in an example, otherwise I’d never guessed.

The bottom one is a pure surprise! It knits up so friendly and Springlike while the skein has screeching fluor neon in it (which I only truly discovered once we left the fair and saw it in daylight).

These speckled dyed ones I knitted with the wrist portion in stockinette stitch. They don’t need the vertical interest and I get slowed down by twisted stitches and purl stitches.

They are also knitted bottom up. I don’t know why…. I had to rewrite the lace pattern for that, changing all YO into k2togs.
I don’t know why I did that! It was extra work and now I really have to pay attention to the fanning lace part.
It also doesn’t fan out as nicely as the top down versions do, the two grey ones. Perhaps blocking will fix it.

Either way I still have to knit all their partners in the same way.
That’s another 15 cuffs.
For my 3 arms.
(reads like eleven arms to me. I’m funny too you know)

OMG I just showed this post to the nerd!

He says I’m not a binary knitter.

I’m a UNARY knitter

because I only knitted the one cuff over and over.

Get off my lawn!

Weird Wool Wednesday 2: Orange Kings’ Day

Today it’s the birthday of the King of the Netherlands. His familyname is “From Orange”.
Orange is a small principality in the south of France and the first Dutch Prince of Orange started procedures to free our country from foreign rule which is why we see him as the Father of the Fatherland. (He led a complicated political life and school children all over the country still struggle to make sense of it. Adults don’t understand it either but they’ve stopped trying.)

“From Orange” makes for easy fandom. The whole country is orange today. People, banners, clothes, pastry.

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Our royals are the same royals used to name Orange County, NY, USA. In 1683 the province of New York was divided into 12 counties which were named after British royalty. The third Prince William of Orange was one of them.

I presume orange trees grew easily in the principality in France?

The weird thing is: an orange is called a “sinaasappel” in Dutch which translates as “China’s apple”. It’s pronounced the same way too. Lot’s of countries call it that. Or “Appelsin” which is “Apple de China”

Was this reference to China an early marketing ploy, to suggest oranges are wild and exotic? Or did they indeed come from the far East??
I’m too lazy to do more internetlearning on this, my day off. You do it. And can I then borrow your notes on the political value of William I of Orange please?

The current king is also named William: Willem-Alexander. He’s no longer Prince of Orange though, now that’s he’s king.
He married a smart girl from Argentinia and they have three daughters: Amalia, Alexia and Ariane. Amalia is now the Princess of Orange.

 pic by Remko de Waal

On King’s Day tradition is that they, as a family, visit a city or two in the country and observe folk games and songs and the local children doing crafts.

It’s a holiday. The whole country is going nuts with festivities everywhere. Lots of music. Everything and everyone’s orange.

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Even for us, home staying people, orange creeps in:

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Weird Wool Wednesday: Atchoo! Atchiee! Cuffcuff!




I seem to be sneezing out cuffs.

(The dark grey one was a mistake. I wanted to knit it out of the light grey luxury yarn from the bottom picture. The whole cuff I was thinking that this yarn isn’t as luxureous as I remembered.

Then I bound off.

Then I found the light grey yarn.

I had knitted the dark grey cuff out of regular sock yarn!

So I have one dark grey cuff that probably won’t get a partner and I cast on with the light grey yarn yesterday afternoon and it’s already nearly finished! Luxury yarn knits so fast and pleasant.

(I’ve given up on stranded cuffs for the moment. I’m knitting what wants to get knit.)

Weekend at the cabin

I left all the thinking and all the projects in the city and came to the cabin for a leisurely weekend without a plan.

It’s going well. I’m “leisuring” through the day pleasantly.

When the sun is out I settle in a low chair in the grass and knit on a sock I started:

With cream puffed whatyamacallits, my purple iPadcase and a lovely Spring WIPbag. And tea. And LOUD birds all around me. Spring is here!!

The yarn is a beauty that I’ve admired in the skein for years. It was so beautiful in the skein that I hesitated greatly to knit with it. It would never be this beautiful again:

On the last woolfair I visited, the one in Tilburg, the indy dyer from whom I bought the skein a few years back, had a stall. Wol met Verve. Together we chose a semisolid to combine it with.

After that I dared to destroy the skein and cake it up and I started a SlipStripeSpiral sock in the car.

I don’t know what I think of it yet. The skein is gone, that’s for sure. The colours are very different in the knitting. Not as special. But it has a beauty of its own and if I just relax and let it be I’ll be able to see it.

Either way these will be socks I’ll wear often and gladly. I don’t have many socks in dark colours and quality yarn. They complement an outfit.

When the sun isn’t out I’m spinning. For the first time in months:

It’s these lovely batts with lots of silk and soft merino:

It’s the price I got from last year’s Tour de Fleece. They were handed to me at that lovely knitters’ party at the petting zoo, the same day I got the Noro from which the legwarmers are knit that I’m also wearing today.

These batts are akin to another set, with green, which I spun up and knitted into that vest that I love so much:

The purple white batts I’m spinning into a fairly thin single which I will then ply with a solid white (solid silk perhaps) to knit (or weave!) a lovely drapey garment with. Either a vest or a shawl:

There are plans forming in my head for a new direction of my wardrobe and a rich silky purplish whitish fabric is just the ticket…

Cats are happy to be here too:


Hope you have a fine weekend too. With lots of wool and lots of comfort.

Speaking of comfort: I bought a second pair of the best house “slofs” ever to keep at the cabin:

They are Haflinger Torben Slippers.

I have a green pair that I use all the time.
Felt top. Rubbery sole.

I particular chose brown coloured soles instead of the black ones because reviews say the black ones can leave markings on your floor.

I also chose one size up from my foot size so I can wear handknit socks in them, my Hiking Socks which are two strands of fingering yarn held together. Thusly sportsweight or 6-ply.

This pair will stay here and the pair I already have, the green ones, stay in the city. No more dragging them with me to and from the cabin. But I’ll probably continue walking out of the front door on them only realizing a few paces away that I’m not wearing proper shoes and should go back and change. That’s how comfortable they are.

Have a good weekend!

Not finished with Temptress Shawl yet…

I’ve bound her off. Lots and lots of picots.

Haven’t blocked yet. Because…. I’m thinking that the edge might be too frilly.

I have been wearing it around the house today though 🙂

For this shawl pattern, Temptress by Boo Knits, this picture has always been my inspiration picture:

It’s Booknits’ own shawl, “thuggisly” blocked, as she likes to put it.

Looking at the edge I now realize that that blocking evens out the picots.

And somehow I also always thought there were beads worked into the bind off too. One in every “icicle” (I’d love that), but there aren’t.

In the pattern Booknits gives some pointers to how she binds off: co 2 stitches not too loose. Bind them off a little tight too. The third bind off  is loose.

I think I cast on and bound off too loose. I’ve got frills. And they will stay, if my first Temptress is anything to go by.

My first Temptress in blue was blocked when finished a few years ago and has been worn and thrown about since then. The frilly picots are still there.

So I’m wearing my unblocked Temptress and looking at it from time to time trying to make up my mind. Block it and live with the frills? Or undo the bindoff and redo it?

In the mean time I’m basking in the beauty of it. It’s so soft and gleamy and I LOVE the colour and the beads!






I don’t want the frills.





I’m going to redo the bind off.

But not right away. I want to wear this colour for a bit, think of nightly coloured Aquilegias and Spring:

Weird Wool Wednesday: hiding from cuffs…. by knitting cuffs

This is today’s remnant of yesterday’s battlefield, when I took a moment away from the sewing and did some knitting:

These cuffs are on the floor. Their yarn got caught on my foot or something as I was trying to get a piece of dark thread to embroider the cat eyes with on the blue cuffs.
I thought I had two balls of the brown but it’s only the one. And it’s attached to this border of this cuff. Of which I still have no idea how to proceed.
I’m stuck because I want this to be a double layer of knitting. But I’m already scared I’ll run out of the brown yarn. And somehow that impairs my ability to think.

I’m currently focussing on finding some other coloured yarn to give these kitties their eyes:

Here’s the third cuff in progress, on the couch next to my chair:
It’s the purple-white combination. These cuffs are (still) too wide.
I’ve now taken their needles from them. That’s progress I guess: the decision has been made that I won’t be knitting them as is.

Then yesterday I found out that that white wool I’m using fort hem is too soft and squishy for wristwarmers. It pills. It’s BC Garn Semilla. Lovely yarn. But too soft for cuffs. My own fair isle cuffs look ratty already:

So that sends me on a whole other detour before I can knit a new pair of stranded cuffs with purples…

But what’s that?

Stuck in the corner of my seat:

Ah. That would be the thing I knitted on last night.

It’s a cuff.

The Narcissus cuff in Wollmeise Mauseschwanzchen. And one of the pair got finished yesterday evening:

These are the cuffs I put into hibernation 6 weeks ago because its left column of purl stitches wasn’t in symmetry with it’s right column of purl stitches and it bothered me to no end.

Funnily how that changes when you’ve got other cuff problems to hide from.

Skilled artisans…

The second wristwarmer just didn’t want to play. I had the stranded part finished except for a row or two. And it was too big…way too big. And the stitches were ugly. I kept knitting on it hoping it would pan out and I could avoid having to think about it a little longer. But alas.

Then I met up with a knitter friend and she fed me tea, chocolate and some good advise. The first cuff, which I feared was too tight, will work just fine. Yes it requires a little effort to put it on but after that it wears very fine, being a little fitted as it is. So that’s one fine cuff I have.

This makes the second cuff, which is way bigger, a dead end.
Dead ends need frogging. Which I did then and there:

Back to the ribbing it went. I was sighing a bit because now I would be starting this stranded cuff mitten for the fourth time … I had quite enough of the pattern.
Then my friend said the smartest thing: why not make two different cuffs? Yes! Brilliant! I shifted into gear instantly. The friend for whom the cuffs are intended is funny and creative and she loves odd things. I’ll make a solid one and embroider something “cat” on it.

After that the cuff practically knit itself. All that remains is to embellish it. But first we need to take a nap:

In the mean time I’ve visited a small enterprise building we have here in the city which houses artisans. It’s a collection of working spaces where each artisan has his/her machines, in an repurposed industrial building that has beautiful high ceilings. It’s lovely! There are carpenters, an inflatable designer, a felt works woman, a leather and hide expert, a framing guy and many more.

Here’s the link to the homepage of BAC Den Bosch here

We saw some felted chairtops illustrating how rich a texture felt can give:

And a non-hipster black smith:


There’s not much knitting going on these days. I’m still binding off Temptress Shawl. I’m sewing. And tomorrow I’m at the hospital again for yet another base line to build my HRT upon. (Hormone Replacement Therapy).

I need to sew faster because I’m bursting all the seams in my canvas skirts and people are starting to notice!

And that shirt I’m making is still not finished.
Because cat:

But when I ask nicely she moves over. Lillepoes and her beautiful blue eyes:
And her left foot which is malformed and is called “hooray-toes” in my language.

One pair of wristwarmers in focus

Went to the eye doctor again this week. Was nervous and in nervosity could make the decision to frog the wristwarmer that was too wide anyway. My friend won’t wear them. I wouldn’t either.
(did you know people make better decisions when they’re nervous? Or was it only when they have to pee… don’t remember.)

We were there early.
I was fortified by colour:

My husband accompanied me as my driver and entertained us both by giving his elaborate opinion on the fonts and kerning used in this new hospital. At 8 o’clock in the morning.

I nodded and shared his wonder about why the pole of nr 4 ended where it did and whether that 6 looked tailored or if that was just a trick of the eye. In the mean time I frogged the stranded part and work it up to here:

Then more people entered the waiting area and we had to keep our voices down. Then I was called in and had to present myself in a coherent way. Not so rambly and full of little wonders that pop up in my head.
Funnily enough the doctor was a chatty chap and we ended up rambling anyway. I didn’t mention knitting though. Nor the specifics of the numbers on their doors.

My eyes were ok. They’re just old. Or weird. Or both.
But not too ill. It may very well be that my sudden double vision began because of years of badly treated Addison’s. He knew someone who got it from the flu. And another patient got it after he broke his legs.
“The patient is always right!” the doc shouted heartily. Then he shook my arm and wished me well until next year.

No drops and adequate vision. Good enough to knit up a storm since then you’d think. I thought so too.
Now it’s two days later and this is where the cuff’s at:
This is all I knitted this week. I’ve been sewing?

I did find another new favourite chocolate!

Johnny Doodle. Belgian chocolate. This one is with real fudge.

(I found this at a shop that I entered when I had just left the other shop with my order of ten -10- bars of my new favourite chocolate I blogged about earlier this week, Chocolat Stella 75%. I walked home with over a kilo of Belgian chocolate today! 🙂 )