This morning: I have a day long workshop and these pills need to be kept cool:
These are my favourite wristwarmers and I love the colour, it goes so well with the colour of the salted lemon-water. They will be a friendly encouragement as I go to this workshop where I don’t know anybody and we’ll be eco dyeing all day long and I’ll be weird and self conscious and if I just keep my cool and just relax and enjoy and there will even be dinner which I won’t eat and people will wonder and I will smile and wave my little bottle with the friendly pill cosy around it.
The pills are Florinef, which bolster blood pressure, and I will certainly need one extra today as it will be a hot day today and I won’t bring my day bed to have a little lie down. (I will bring my car and lie down if I have to.)
is best done by hand….
because wonky by machine.
Overdyeing those socks made me feel good! I’m good at dyeing! I’m the bestest!
So let me just go ahead and overdye that handspun vest!
From rust orange to dark steel blue:
It’s really difficult to dye an existing fabric consistently.
Those dark spots are not shadows, they are stains of darker dye.
(don’t know what to do with it yet. Overdye with an aggressive commercial dye? The vest cannot be put through the washer like is custom for those dye jobs.)
Today I celebrate my birthday and the lovely Sokkenmuis gave me this pattern as a birthday gift:
It’s I Heart Earmuffs by Faye Kennington. You’ve heard me talking about it before, enamoured as I am by the beautiful increasing and the idea of covered ears (= safety and security. Dutch word “geborgenheid” which associates to being held, physically, in a safe enclosure. “Borg” = “burcht” = castle.)
It is first time thrums for me. I may have gotten too enthousiastic about thrums…
More so at the second ear muff:
Knitting with thrums is a bit of a challenge but the pattern explains it well:
The yarn is the handspun that I made a Rikke hat from which was too tight and then I was deflated or at least my motivation was deflated. But getting this lovely pattern from Sokkenmuis made me rip out the hat right then and there and re use the yarn right away. On needles 2,75 mm.
Hmmm, knitting with handspun. HMMMM, CAKE!
Love thrums all:
PS Ohoo, WordPress just informs me this is my 1000th post on the blog!
What a ride! With so many good Sweater Dogs all around. Let’s knit on for another 1000 posts! In my usual fashion.
You know that I don’t like stripes much.
Neither knitting nor wearing them.
“Stripes with precise measure
are a knitter’s great treasure.”
I recently found out I’m sorted into Ravenclaw house at Hogwarts. It’s for smart, witty people who love to learn. I celebrated by buying some beautiful Harry Potter self striping yarn from Wolop:
And I’m reading Harry Potter in Frisian, which anyone with a knack for Old English can read a bit:
Understandably I cast on for nicely striped socks and was enjoying knitting stripes.
Until I found out my stripes were too tight:
Enchanted by Ravenclaw stripes I started a marvelous hat. My own design: one part with these stripes, another part with smaller stripes and two wedges of cabled semi solid grey in between. It was going to be so precise and nice! Witty and smart too.
But yesterday I saw my stripes were uneven because when you knit to and fro your stitch count needs to be just right for the selfstriping yarn:
One stripe is 3 rows high at one end and 5 on the other. This does not do the yarn justice. Nor the pattern I was thinking up.
Aww, there goes my beautiful idea for a striped hat 😦
(Rowena Ravenclaw’s chocolate frog card)
Today is Wednesday, Weird Wool Wednesday. I don’t like stripes. I don’t care for turquoise. I don’t like knitting with blue. I do like grey. I have a lot of WIPs on the needles. I should be spinning.
This is what I’m knitting today:
A new Ravenclaw sock. On bigger needles, with more stitches.
You knów this one will be too big…
Because besides Ravenclaw I’m also a persistent Goldilocks:
Please come and save me from myself. I’m not smart at all. I don’t belong in Ravenclaw. Ravelclaw more like…
This bag has been traveling with me everywhere the past few weeks:
It’s a WIP bag from Spinspul. Handwoven bottom with a nice fabric top. Zipper. Bigger than usual. Lined too.
What’s in it?
Ah yes, the Old Town cardigan. A new back panel set up. All ready to go. Decrease every 12th row. Just open bag and knit.
It’s been patiently waiting for me to knit on it for weeks… living in the bag. It’s a good thing that I the bring the bag everywhere. When next there’s a chance to knit it will be with me. I’m not drawing any conclusions form the fact I haven’t knit on it for a long time. “Results from the past are no guarantee for the future.”
Better get back in the bag. Better be ready.
I’m weaving with a handspun that isn’t on my Ravelry notes.
I can alllllllmost remember spinning it. When I close my eyes I can alllllllmost see the rovings it’s from. I can remember the handspun I spun around the same time. But I can’t remember this one.
It’s the weirdest thing.
It’s a green 3ply, with some red and yellow accents that are from my very first dyed locks (of Dutch eco-sheep. Dyed with food colouring.) Is it a sock yarn?
Hey! It’s a 4 ply! I remember…. I alllmost remember…. I wrote about it … England…. holidays?… why a 4 ply? what was the plan? I need a detective sheep. Detective cat is useless.
I’m only knitting a few rows every evening but I have started to make a little drawing every morning right before work.
Drawing is a passion of mine but I never do it because I’m too critical of my style.
Then yesterday a friend (Hi Meilindis!) redefined my sloppy brush style as “expressive”.
That’s just the right word to keep my inner critic at bay and make another spontaneous drawing tomorrow morning.
I thought I got away with nothing weird in my knitting this week. But tonight I must admit that the shaping on this back looks really awful:
It’s like I’m hiding three little frogs under there!
These are reeeeeally long rows, top down, seamless. In fingering weight.
Front looks alright. The yarn is nice and soft against my neck.
It’s my New Old Town cardigan in my handdyed yarn. I’ve been knitting on it for days now, enhancing the pattern with some back shaping to suit the small of my back. That’s where the owl marker was used! But I guess I’ve started too late and have decreased too much in too few rows. It sags horribly.
It’ll have to be frogged to just a few centimeters below that copper centre back marker. Where I still have breasts to cover on the front, which is why I postponed all decreases until I had knit past them. I now think I will insert some gradual back decreases high up but no side seam decreases yet…
Hmpf! I was enjoying the mindless rows of stockinette stitch because we’re dealing with tropical heat in this little frog of a country and I’m also writing new reports for the courts and we have painters in and around the house.
My days are packed and stressful, I need my mindless knitting at night!
Well, the half full kind of person would say I now get to do even more of that soothing mindless knitting …
pic by Colin Campbell