tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65612549676934749762024-02-06T21:05:36.864-05:00certifiably loopyWho says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
This is the blog of a late, late bloomer to knitting. You've been warned!loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-70440166983641402022014-01-25T16:40:00.000-05:002019-02-12T12:51:12.234-05:00Khajiit Cowl: Those Pesky Short Rows<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Love 'em or hate 'em, there's no getting around it: This cowl is <b>loaded</b> with short rows. Count them yourself: There are over 100 short row turns in this project. If you love the method you use to make them, you might as well move on: there's nothing for you here today. But, if you're like me and you <i>despise</i> the method you learned so much that you usually avoid projects that require short rows, then read on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The method I learned (and thought I was stuck with) is the wrap-and-turn method. This requires the knitter to perform a series of maneuvers at the end of the row before turning the work. Moving the last stitch to the right hand needle, bringing the yarn to the front, moving the stitch back to the left needle, blah, blah, blah. You know this method. The Dreaded Wrap and Turn Short Row. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Instead, knit to the point where you will turn the work, a<i>nd then just turn the work.</i> No nuthin'. Just flip it over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Then, do a <i>very snug</i> yarn over on the RIGHT hand needle (</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "lucida sans unicode" , "lucida grande" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">t</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">he yarn passes from front to back if you’re about to work a knit row, and from back to front if you’re about to work a purl row),</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> then slip the first stitch from the left needle to the right needle, and continue on your merry way. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> <a href="http://www.juliafarwellclay.com/category/blog/" target="_blank">Julia Farwell-Clay</a> uses this yarn-over short row in her <a href="http://www.juliafarwellclay.com/designs/sweaters/hiro/" target="_blank">Hiro</a> sweater, which is where I learned it and instantly fell in love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you encounter the yarn-over as you work back to it, check to be sure it's mounted correctly, then knit it together (or purl it together, as the case may be) with the stitch that follows it. Tada! No hole, no moving stitches around, no wrapping-and-turning, no knitting gymnastics of any kind. So elegant and simple. Just be sure the yarn-over is very snug, and there won't be any gaps or holes to deal with; they are almost impossible to find in your work. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Now, if you are also like me and need to see this for yourself, there is always a You Tube video out there for visual learners, and this particular one gets to the point rather quickly: </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMVoy0N73Ng">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMVoy0N73Ng</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is week <strike>three</strike> four of knitting the Khajiit Cowl, and it is slowly making the elegant bend that becomes the hood. I'm midway through the section labeled as Section Two in the pattern, where the cowl begins to resemble a giant sock heel. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yes, it's nerve wracking, especially since you work <i>different</i> <i>sections</i> of the cable pattern in Chart C on the same row. A chart or map is a must, as is tracking every single cable pattern completed on every single row or round. But this is such a lovely object that the end will definitely justify the means. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm pretty sure I've reached the halfway point. There is one more complete set of the same short rows I've just completed to do, which concludes Section Two. Section Three is the home stretch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">O</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">nward through the fog. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-77084660569815750722014-01-01T15:07:00.002-05:002014-01-01T15:16:46.275-05:00The S Word: Swatching the Khajiit Cowl<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am always surprised by the number of knitters who hate to swatch, like it's some evil chore like washing venetian blinds or ironing shirts. (Those are definitely on my 'avoid like the plague' list). The very same knitters spend a lot of time knitting up garments only to find they don't fit or look all that great. And then complain about it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knit the gauge swatch. It will save you tons of hours in the long run, and you will get an accurate picture of what your knitted fabric is going to look like. Just as importantly, you will have a fairly accurate idea of the end size of your project.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />It's especially critical when working with cables, since the knitted fabric draws up significantly. I will use my own swatch as a case in point: The swatch here is knit up in two needles sizes. The bottom sample of the swatch is knit with the recommended size for the Khajiit Cowl, which is 5.5 mm (US 9). The honeycomb pattern is elongated just a tad, and the fabric is a little sloppy and loose. More importantly, it is not the correct gauge of 24 stitches and 28 rows; it came in at 23 stitches and 26 rows. That doesn't sound like much, but over 208 stitches, that's an additional 1.5" to the overall circumference of this cowl. The top of the sample (above the garter stitch rows) was knit with 5.0 mm (US8) needles. The fabric is slightly denser, and the honeycomb pattern is rounder. The additional density spells warmth and better wind resistance. It is also the stated gauge for the project of 24 stitches and 28 rows. Voila!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">How long did this take me? I'm not a super speedy knitter, and cables slow me down further because I am still of the ilk that uses a cable needle. My swatch clocked in at just under two and a half hours, and I ripped back four entire rows and a couple of partial rows in the process. What's a couple of hours when I now know what the fabric is going to look like and how it will fit the recipient? There's also the added bonus of playing with the stitch pattern for a while so that it's more familiar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just pop a movie in or cue up your favorite playlist of tunes and get going. </span><br />
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-40747690477124717812013-12-30T16:34:00.004-05:002014-01-02T15:53:21.846-05:00I Double Dog Dare Ya: The Khajiit Cowl<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have to admit: 90% of all the knitting I've done since June has been, well, less than a challenge for me. Easy-peasy stuff. The old knitting mojo was at a low point, and we were traveling a goodish bit, which always puts a kink in my knitting time. That, and I just can't focus as well on the run as I do from the comfort of my well-broken-in knitting chair. Excuses, excuses. Such a wuss, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That is all gonna change. <b>Today.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I would <i>still</i> be a lazy knitter if left to my own devices. But while visiting us at Christmas, our middle daughter announced a trip she is planning to Prague, Moscow, and Altay, Kazakhstan in MARCH. <i>This </i>March. I am thrilled she is taking such a neat and interesting expedition, but in MARCH? I love that she's planning some of her trekking on the Trans Siberian Railroad, staying in hostels, hiking rural areas generally off the beaten path. Seriously proud of her, actually. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can't help that the mom thing kicked in, my adrenalin soaring through the roof as my brain buzzed "MUST knit something WARM ... must knit something SERIOUSLY warm .... RIGHT NOW". Looking at the Altay weather archives for March 2013, the high for the month was 38 degrees Farenheit, the low -12!!! Most of the time, the mercury hovered in the low teens and twenties. Moscow was just as daunting: It never went above 40 degrees for the month of March. Most of March averaged consistently in the low twenties. And Prague? Warmest high temp was 40, lowest was 19. Mainly low 20s and 30s throughout. Brrrrrrrr.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not comforting to a mom. <i>At. All.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I casually mention that I'd be happy to knit her a hat or whatever she wants for her trip. And I also open up the Ravelry pattern tab, type hats into the search box, tick off the aran and bulky weight yarn tabs, with stranded colorwork thrown in as an option for good measure. All the while my brain is screaming "IT HAS TO BE WAAAAAAARM." But I am calm and impassive. Nothing makes a kid balk faster than knowing mom is trying to be protective. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She already had some ideas. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One was a hat much like Botticelli's <i>A Boy</i>: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"A round, flat topped, straight sided, squat, felted hat, in navy blue, oh, and with earflaps" </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">was her idea of a perfect hat. Could I do that? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, sure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She paused, took a good look at me, mentally measuring my demeanor. "Or, how about a hood of some kind?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All those well-below freezing temperatures were dancing before me, taunting. A hood could be pulled up securely over the head, or bunched up around the neck, or pulled down around the torso, used as a </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">shield against the wind and blowing snow, bundling my dear daughter in woolly coziness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She searched the <a href="http://ravelry.com/">Ravelry.com</a> patterns database for hoods. Most of them were fairly decorative things; lacey, even. I felt slightly ill. Then the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.213811025454904.1073741843.152018224967518&type=3" target="_blank">Khajiit Cowl</a> popped up, and my daughter immediately </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">said "I <i>REALLY</i> like this one." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I peeked over: Bulky yarn, cables galore, could be pulled down over the body like a capelet, with a deep, short-row shaped hood to stay put on the head, knit in a stiff, wind rebuffing gauge. Its slightly Renaissance-y, monk-ish feel satisfied her penchant for something along those design lines. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I felt some measure of relief. She wanted a "warm neutral color". The designer designated Cascade Ecological Wool. After an extensive internet search looking for options with a smidgeon of alpaca or cashmere in them and finding nothing suitable, she went with the color Mocha (8085) in the Ecological Wool. I pressed send on the order button, and sat back to await its arrival. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The fat envelope with two hanks arrived today along with another envelope bearing an order of Hiya Hiya circular needles. My lazy days of mindless knitting are over. Kaput. We are now in serious warmth mode, serious cable mode, serious short-row mode. This could be my biggest challenge ever. I'll definitely be on a huge learning curve with those pesky short rows incorporated into complicated cables. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For anyone else contemplating this pattern, <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/discuss/lilirious-knits/2718115/1-25" target="_blank">I suggest you take a good, long look at the KAL posts on Ravelry</a>. There are definite hurdles, and the designer did not have the cowl test knit before releasing the pattern. There have been several revisions since the relatively recent release, and all of the KAL participants have found the short row directions somewhat inscrutable to the point where folks have drawn their own maps for that elegant curve at the back of the hood. The cowl is so lovely, though, that the extra preliminary sleuthing is worth the effort, as is knitting a gauge swatch of Chart B, as suggested. Before knitting a single stitch, my pattern is already a labyrinth of notes, numbers, color-coding and cross references. </span><br />
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-91461748443208902702013-06-26T11:01:00.000-04:002019-02-12T13:47:02.560-05:00Sock Madness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It's official: I am certified. And I now belong to a group who are all equally as daffy. The <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/groups/sock-madness-forever" target="_blank">Sock Madness Forever group</a> on <a href="http://ravelry.com/" target="_blank">Ravelry</a> are sock aficionados who, for the last seven years, have competitively knit socks beginning in March, at the time of the NCAA college basketball championship games. It's always seemed that the elimination events were interminable, and finally some knitters said enough was enough: 'Bout time we had our own March Madness. So Sock Madness was born. It's evolved and grown over seven years, moving from a webpage and a yahoo group to the present day group home on Ravelry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The premise is simple: Knit socks as fast as you can. And knit them exactly as they are written from a pattern that is emailed to registered participants, who then almost instantaneously begin to knit them up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Not all at once, but progressing in difficulty with each pair. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Each participant is placed on a Team with knitters of roughly equivalent skill and tempo.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The number of slots on a Team is significantly fewer than the number of participants on a Team, so time is of the essence. The first to finish move on to the next round. The slowpokes then cheer from the sidelines. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Knitters are eliminated each round as others on the team finish ahead of them for the coveted spots. There are several fewer spots each round than there are knitters remaining on the Team, so the pressure gets a little intense. And there are SEVEN rounds. And every round gets harder. And you have to work faster. And there are fewer spots on each Team as you progress. This goes on until the last round, Round Seven, when only one representative from each team remains to knit the mother-of-all-sock patterns. A real lulu. The best of the best knit a crazily impossible (well, almost) pattern. Only one knitter emerges victorious, and that is the Sock Madness winner of the year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If you thought the NCAA tournament is long, then guess what: Sock Madness runs from early March to June. So yes, Sock Madness participants truly <i>are</i> Mad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The evil geniuses behind the friendly competition are Julie Sprague and Tricia Weatherston, who organize the event each year, fielding sock designs and prizes from donors for the next Madness from around the globe. They knit pretty much nonstop in an effort to determine their degree of difficulty. From the legions of hopeful designers, nine are chosen: a Pre-Madness sock, seven competition socks, and an Optional Round sock. Julie and Tricia are tireless promoters, cheerleaders, counselors, tricksters, hand-holders, fairy godmothers, and magicians. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Prizes are distributed throughout the competition: They're awarded for everything from taking an unusual photo of finished socks, to making interesting modifications to optional round socks, to suggesting names for the Teams, to posting helpful techniques info, to soothing knitters who experience broken needles, to guessing the total number of pairs of socks that will be completed during Sock Madness, to .... well, it goes on and on. Participants can receive a prize for anything the organizers have a whim to award one for. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This year is the first year I've participated, and I am proud to say that I made it all the way to Round Five before being eliminated. That's a couple of rounds further than I ever dreamed I'd be able to accomplish. At first I wondered if I were even 'competitive knitting material'. But the Madness is so friendly, the participants so eager to help each other that it became apparent that all of us were winners, no matter how far we were able to progress. Our sock knitting chops are stretched to the limit and beyond. Everyone, it seems, experiences something that is new to them or learns a new technique. These are my socks from the madness this year. All of them are destined to be gifts, and I am happy to call this bunch of international sock knitting maniacs friends. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">While I wait for Sock Madness 8 in 2014, I'll happily knit away on the socks that I was unable to complete during the competition. I'll need all the rest I can get until then, when the non-stop Madness continues.</span><br />
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-46902819133078620952013-01-03T14:04:00.001-05:002019-02-12T13:56:21.152-05:00Shoo to 2012 - Happy 2013<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Not one for resolutions, it's still interesting to review the year gone by and think about the one before us.<br />
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I knit 12 pairs of socks in 2012, 5 of which I designed myself.<br />
2 shawls -- from the same pattern, a rare thing in itself.<br />
1 hat for charity<br />
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I started 4 sweaters, frogged 3 of them, and am almost finished with the one that stuck. The lucky winner is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/hiro" target="_blank">Hiro</a>, and it's one of the best written sweater patterns ever. I mean it. Julia Farwell-Clay has clearly knit enough sweaters to design hers to avoid just about every common pitfall a handknit sweater can befall: The bottom edge is hemmed in a very elegant way, the yolk decreases are ingeniously hidden in the stranded colorwork, and short rows near the neck make the sweater hang properly when worn. The button band could only have been thought of by someone who has knit way too many cardigans where the fronts sag and bag -- the slightly smaller gauge of Hiro's buttonband really makes all the difference in the perfect fall of the sweater fronts. I could go on and on ... and have been for over a month now. But I digress. Here's a progress picture right after I began the third color, which was some weeks ago. Though it's not complete, it nearly is: One button band left to knit and attach, sew the underarms, knit the neck ribbing, sew on the buttons and she's done. Well, it needs a good blocking, but you get the gist. <br />
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ANYWAY, where was I? Recapping 2012.<br />
What else did I knit? Two things I swore I would never ever knit: a dishtowel and dishcloth. They were NOT for me, but for daughter Julia's lifelong pal and partner in crime Katie, honored at a bridal shower early last spring. So I caved and knit a purple and taupe dishtowel and a purple dishcloth, since Katie loves all things purple. She had the purple-est wedding on record, I think. So now that <i>that</i> is out of the way, I will never again knit either of these items. For whatever reason, the idea of knitted dishcloths just makes my skin crawl. I know there are legions of dishcloth knitters out there, but my name will never be on that list. Just as there are legions of knitters who think handknit socks are ridiculous -- I love handknit socks. To wear them once <i>successfully</i> is to be enslaved by the sock siren forever. Socks are my go-to comfort knitting. There's always socks on the needles, regardless of whatever else is going on.<br />
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Looking ahead in 2013.<br />
I set a goal of knitting 13 pairs of socks in 2013. I see a trend developing for me: adding a pair a year to match the year. Any why not? I hope to design at least half of these. Gotta plump up the ranks of toe-up patterns, yanno.<br />
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I see two more sweaters in the near future: the <a href="http://tincanknits.com/pattern-PK-antler.html" target="_blank">Antler Cardigan</a> and a toasty pullover, <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/mork" target="_blank">Mork</a>. I have enough Ultra Alpaca in both Flannery Red and Cerulean Blue with which to knit Mork. Tough call, but I have a whole year ahead. It's another Julia Farwell-Clay design, and has set in sleeves and a cabled upper body.<br />
Antler Cardigan, a Tin Can Knits design, is another circular yoke cardigan, with the yoke from cables. Maybe in robin's egg blue? Or a pale, washy ash? Or a fiery red? Lots of time to contemplate that one, too.<br />
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Since I have bought even <i>more</i> stash yarn less than three days into 2013, my goal is to limit purchases to perhaps once a quarter. Can I do that? Stay tuned. I've never claimed to have any discipline when it comes to yarn, but "It's getting a bit thick, what?" as Bertie Wooster would say.<br />
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-89917105805529688822012-11-17T13:05:00.000-05:002019-02-12T12:21:07.113-05:00Knitting Hiro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The old blog has been long neglected, and I'm only too aware of that. The crisp weather and a sudden burst of inspiration may change that for a bit: I'm starting a sweater after a longish hiatus.<br />
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On 6 November, which was also Election Day here in the US, I started <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/hiro" target="_blank">Hiro</a>. It has a circular yoke with a bit of stranding in three colors in addition to the main body color. The colors pixelate upward and downward from the yoke in a way that is both cheerful and geometric, yet not too busy. Spurred on by a half-price sale on discontinued colors of Berroco Ultra Alpaca that's half wool, half alpaca, resistance was futile. The Marsh Mix (6296) colorway reminds me of the beautiful heathered wools of Scotland, very similar to Jamieson's Fern (SP249), with loden, chestnut, amber and warm blue-green heathering. It took a nano-second to decide to make this my main color. Complimentary colors are Ultra Alpaca Fennel (6249), a warm chartreuse-y green, Ultra Alpaca Cerulean (62170), a heathery blue-turquoise, shot subtly through with a gray lilac and deeper turquoise; I chickened out on my middle transition color by using Queensland Collection Kathmandu Aran Cream (135) with very subtle taupe/aqua/turquoise/camel tweedy flecks. The flecks seem to pull all the colors together in the merest suggestion, as they are few and far between. I like the nuance. It didn't hurt that I already had the Cerulean Ultra Alpaca and the Cream Kathmandu Aran in my stash, either.<br />
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I knit an embarrassingly rough swatch, to see how I should place the colors and figure my gauge. The blue looks a lot better up close to my face, so I am opting to knit it like the left side of the swatch. Onward through the fog.<br />
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Having never knit a yoked sweater, this is a learning experience for me; I love a challenge. Knit from the bottom up, it's hemmed instead of ribbed at the bottom edge, a nice, elegant finish. If I only knew how to work steeks into a pattern, I'd of done that, but since I have no clue how to set it all up, I am (miserably) knitting the body back and forth in one seamless piece. My purling is looser than my knitting, so I will place my trust in the blocking gods once the thing is finished and hope it evens out with a good bath and a block.<br />
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The hem is folded and knit together with the front side stockinette, which is a very tidy, sturdy finish. Love it! The last few days have been miles and miles of stockinette, and I've achieved 10" in length, incorporating some gentle waist shaping. My shaping differs from the pattern here and I'm working it out my own way; it'll be an inch to an inch and a half shorter in total length, too.<br />
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Stay tuned, and wish me luck. <br />
PS: For historical purposes, Barak Obama won the presidential election. (Whew.)<br />
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Gifts. The word strikes terror in the hearts of gift-knitting enthusiasts everywhere. It's not the gift itself that causes stress, but the amount of time remaining to do so. No matter when we start, there's never enough time to finish all our gift projects without some panic.<br />
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As my gift to knitters, I have two new toe-up textured sock patterns: Molly & Hector and Golly. Many of you may recognize the names from the BBC series Monarch of the Glen. I invested in the entire DVD set a few years ago, and never tire of the episodes, especially beloved for their breathtaking scenery, kilt-y goodness, and knitwear. But I digress. Molly & Hector is a unisex pattern, with charts for making a broad range of sizes.<br />
Golly was written specifically for mansocks, but you can do with it what you will, as it has charts for a 60, 64, 72, and 80 stitch socks. Enjoy!<br />
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I've had mixed feelings about taking knitting classes due to a very bad experience at an unnamed (and now defunct) LYS in Austin several years ago. The experience has colored every subsequent thought I've had about taking another class <i>anywhere.</i> But time does heal, or at least make us somewhat amnesic. So when <a href="http://amyherzogdesigns.com/">Amy Herzog</a> announced she would be teaching her amazing <a href="http://www.amyherzogdesigns.com/f2f/">Fit to Flatter class</a> at <a href="http://fibercollege.org/">Fiber College</a>, the capstone experience to the series of the same name on her blog so many knitters have been raving about, I signed on, forked over my credit card, and never looked back. The long, intensive six hour format was the hook.<br />
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That the class was in MAINE was irrelevant. What's a few miles?<br />
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Well, it was a good excuse to tie in a vacation at the very least. Then I started looking at the other Fiber College classes, and there were so many enticing offerings: After agonizing for several hours, I chose<a href="http://knittingtraditions.com/"> Beth Brown-Reinsel's 6 hour Traditional Scottish Ganseys class,</a> and <a href="http://maryjanemucklestone.com/">Mary Jane Mucklestone's Fair Isle workshop</a>. I pulled out my credit card and clicked the 'submit' button once again. Kent was thrilled at the prospect of fly-fishing to his heart's content and I would be knitting. A perfect vacation.<br />
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The next day or so was a flurry of logistics: I got a steal of a deal on air tickets to MHT (Manchester, NH), reserved a rental car, booked a cottage for a week right on Penobscot Bay about a mile from Fiber College, ordered several books on fly fishing in Maine from Amazon for Kent, gathered the needed class materials from my stash, packed up a separate class knitting bag, and waited for the next three weeks to pass. That's when the old voice about taking classes began bedeviling me once again: The fear that I'd just spent a lot of money for classes with a vacation built around them that would be clunkers. I was more than a little apprehensive.<br />
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A large component of the Fiber College experience are the social events that wrap around the class schedule, from morning to late night. A pot-luck supper on Friday is a highlight, where everyone brings a whacking big dish to share and then dines at long communal tables in the ice-breaking atmosphere of great food and drink. There's<a href="http://www.stmargaretsbelfast.org/newsevents/knitmaineia.html"> a charity fashion show benefiting a local women's shelter</a> highlighting various fibery creations by class participants, teachers, and local community members. There's also a benefit cocktail party, a hootenanny, fiber swap, a Saturday night banquet honoring the Artist-in-Residence (this year, it's <a href="http://maryjanemucklestone.com/">Mary Jane Mucklestone</a>), fiber gabs, ongoing demonstrations throughout each day, and of course, a shopping arcade with d<a href="http://www.fibercollege.org/vendors2011.html">ozens of marvelous and unique vendors from Maine and beyond.</a> Many participants choose to pitch a tent or park their RV right on the campground, a distinct advantage to socializing and immersion in the entire weekend experience. Camaraderie is what it's about at Fiber College. There are many motels, inns, and rental cottages nearby, too, if roughing it isn't for you, or, like me, you make a split-second, last-minute decision to attend. Campground spaces are reserved early and sell out fast. The more popular lodging spots sell out early too, with <a href="http://www.searsportmaine.com/">The Yardarm Motel </a>being a favorite among repeat participants.<br />
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Knitting? Yes, I know this is *supposed* to be my knitting blog, but I just can't help but gush a bit about the new environs. I've done mostly socks, but also a couple of sweaters (in fit-and-starts progress), due to not knowing which boxes contained the bags ... or where those were. But slowly, slowly, much of my yarn stash and in-progress projects have been found. Still a mystery: Where did they put all my books??? They must be in the POD in the side yard, still shrouded in floor-to-ceiling boxed mystery until we have room for the contents. Going from a 3800 square feet house to an 1800 square foot one is a major shock, especially when considering all the 'stuff' we have. But it'll all work out. Life is simpler now.</div>
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-35399281940529753922010-09-12T14:47:00.004-04:002019-02-12T12:57:54.556-05:00The Squirt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Many of my knitting group pals know Squirt, having had their toes gnawed or their yarn toyed with over the last couple of months. But for those of you who don't know her, Squirt is a tale of compassion and insanity rolled together.<br />
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First, I am allergic to cats. So when my youngest daughter rolled in right after the Fourth of July with a tiny white bundle that was nothing more than a head and a belly, I thought she'd lost her mind.<br />
"She has to go!" I said.<br />
"But she was abandoned; she will die if we don't take care of her!" she said.<br />
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driving promptly to HEB for the economy size box of Benadryl.<br />
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Here we are, and Squirt is now of adoptable age. She is totally adorable, as you can see from her picture (thanks Alicia!). Since I knit her the toy she is jealously guarding in this picture, I thought I could post it here, which brings me to the point of this post: Are any of you interested in adopting her? She is ready for a permanent home, being at least 9 weeks at this point. She comes with a bag of food, too.<br />
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Now, how can you not love that little face? Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.<br />
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Give me a jingle via email (eastskye at gmail dot com) to set up a time to come meet her. I can't keep her any longer: The Benadryl is killing me; I act and feel like a zombie.<br />
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-80376426887388602292010-06-15T20:45:00.002-04:002019-02-12T12:02:02.473-05:00Knitting All The Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm a wannabe full time knitter. Oh, I know I'll never knit my way through my stash, but gee, a gal can dream, right?<br />
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So many sweaters, socks, shawls, jackets, hats, mitts .... so little time and waning eyesight. Even with strong readers, my eyes go boggly after a couple of hours anymore.<br />
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For the last year, it seems I was on a sock binge. Now I seem to be on a sweater binge: Finishing the Mrs. Darcy cardie for Liz, almost completing Wendy Johnson's Favorite Cardigan for Claire, (only a button band away!), an angora/merino confection also for Liz, and a cotton /bamboo/silk/linen pullover for me. I've queued so many that I decided I better dive in and just <i>do them</i>. Great movie knitting, even if it is 97 in the shade with 85 percent humidity outside. That's the key thing: outside. It's not even summer officially, but the annual Texas furnace is already cranked to full blast. I'll knit blissfully through it, ready for our late autumn with new sweaters when it finally does arrive in the aft part of November.<br />
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Random information: I won a gigantic skein of sock yarn donated by Ravelry's Alaskan Nancy for the March Sock Knitters Anonymous board on the same site, and chose a gorgeous wool/silk forget-me-not blue semi-solid bordering on tonal hank. Oh, it is luscious. Check out her etsy site: http://www.etsy.com/shop/alaskannancy. <br />
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In the intervening year, I've learned to tolerate and then love a rabbit (yes, JACK, Claire's boy from Ohio that she brought home at the end of the spring semester last year), bake a wonderful challah, stay sane in the face of ... well, whatever we face. Also found a scrumptious apple cake recipe, made some fabulous women friends, and revisited West Virginia in winter. And bought far, far, FAR too much yarn .... even though my stash closet is already overflowing: We're helpless/hopeless, admit it. Or at least I am.<br />
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Pictures will eventually to show up here -- what's a knitting blog without pictures?? Aaaah, now I'll have the time. Bliss.</div>
loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-43958935592222993402009-04-08T13:54:00.005-04:002009-04-08T15:01:43.142-04:00A Bit O' SpringSpring is already here, and summer is knocking on the door here in Central Texas. I'm not oblivious to the fact that many of you are from a part of the country that hasn't seen a single sign of Spring: Not a hint of green, a crocus bud, or a forsythia bloom. That's the situation for all of my far-flung kiddos, who are more than ready for Mother Nature to make the transition. One daughter in particular, going to college in Philadelphia, pleaded with me to make her a pair of socks "that are bright green, cheery, SPRINGLIKE -- I NEED these!" I made up my mind to get them to her in time for St. Pat's day, so they include shamrock-like lacy legs and clovery eyelets on the foot. My favorite way to make socks is toe-up, Magic Loop, using Judy Becker's Magic Cast On, so they're that, too. Enjoy making Bit O' Spring.<br /><br />If you need a Bit O' Spring in your life, I'm happy to share mine with you, provided you don't knit them to sell, don't claim them as your own pattern, and respect my copyright to them. Please DO knit them for charity: Sharing the love that way is a way of saying YES WE CAN.<br /><br />NOTE: I'm having trouble posting the PDF for the pattern! If you know to do this (from a document folder; PLEASE leave a comment for me telling me how to fix this glitch!loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-89489738519135043882009-01-21T16:08:00.009-05:002009-01-21T17:02:12.564-05:00Inaugural Spirit and Yarny Goodness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq82/eastskye/2009_0120sophie0010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 639px; height: 461px;" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq82/eastskye/2009_0120sophie0010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />At long last! It seemed as though it would never come: The Inauguration is a done deal, Barak Obama is our first African-American president and the 44th person to hold the office, and we can get on with the business of repairing the horrific damage that was done to our country over the last eight years.<br /><br />The economy is in the tank, housing is shot to heck, our troops are still mired in the Middle East, but it's going to get better. I just know it. It might take some time, but at least we have a president who is smarter and wiser than I, which is a huge relief.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq82/eastskye/2009_0120sophie0013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 537px;" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq82/eastskye/2009_0120sophie0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This Inaugural couldn't pass without a special celebration, in spite of all the challenges that lie ahead for the new chief executive <span style="font-style: italic;">and us</span>. Surely, there are a lot of others I know who would watch the proceedings at home, far from the record-breaking crowds in DC. Wouldn't it be more fun to do it together? So the Inaugural Watch Party was born. I invited our entire Austin Knitting and Crochet Meetup Group for it, and 11 other revelers (and Ravelers!) thought it was a peachy idea, too. All had our projects to work on as we watched.<br /><br />At noon, we followed up with a potluck lunch. We had quite a spread: Cheese and crackers, salsa, queso, guacamole and chips, romaine salad, fruit salad, crazy lasagna, pizza, even Senate Bean Soup and a special red velvet cake that Gayle made with Obama's campaign logo sugared into the top. Oh, and brownies. It was a fun, communal way to celebrate such a historic event. Decades from now I will know what I was doing (and even knitting: A special Swallowtail Shawl, cast on just for the Inauguration). When the inevitable question of "what were you doing on the day Obama took the oath of office" comes up, the answer will be a cinch.<br /><br />Today I'm off to contribute to the common good. We don't have a minute to lose.loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-77714740852732859162008-10-18T11:56:00.027-04:002019-02-12T12:27:19.841-05:00June through October<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'll just whoosh through June, July, and most of August because there's nothing noteworthy in muddling through oppressively hot, unbearably humid days, and the less said about summer in Texas, the better.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">The girls say goodbye to the pooches minutes before heading out.<!--------></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">My poor little Subaru was packed airtight, the roof loaded with Liz' bike, and behind balancing a cargo carrier with Claire's scooter, with only a 22" wide slot for one of them to squeeze into behind the driver. Claire said it was even too small knit! The girls took turns riding there; about the only thing one could do was nap, or watch one State after another roll by. Usually it was a retreat for the one who finished driving a leg, so even though it was a close fit, it was a snug little nest for resting.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLoen0i_en5-GG4_qIh1XTJ7xxqDYcNvZfCBfSyfQod46OHqeKhxDLN7qbd7TJ9-Wk-iz3Qz221s-mvczQDifkWzaC331MixHvr4rLidTA7dPtzDzuPo9YIGsQHmflIucHxxUjzS3Ql8/s1600-h/2008_0901sophie0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258545036310385362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLoen0i_en5-GG4_qIh1XTJ7xxqDYcNvZfCBfSyfQod46OHqeKhxDLN7qbd7TJ9-Wk-iz3Qz221s-mvczQDifkWzaC331MixHvr4rLidTA7dPtzDzuPo9YIGsQHmflIucHxxUjzS3Ql8/s200/2008_0901sophie0010.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><span style="font-size: 85%;">Three days later, we arrived at my mother's in northwestern PA, for a two day layover to rest up and finish school shopping. The Subaru couldn't begin to hold what they needed, so we raided discount stores in Erie for lamps, bedding, electronics, batteries, art supplies, books, and goodies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">Claire, Grams and Liz</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />Liz was duly delivered to her apartment she's sharing with three other girls in Philadelphia, then Claire and I repacked the Sube, heading west 90 miles to her college in Ohio. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fMwtVcLx2d_gjlby6ce08FuPpM7AI0OT_ULKveg1Ug9FLCwruwotZKZBZ-cvF57UpVaj2EP5jyzMXaQTD8zPLCaA_nhtlltyA5AMVBCaHrPA0fb9EI5iCFnEk1RugN5eCd-EZiaUzJ8/s1600-h/2008_0901sophie0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258537283521879154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fMwtVcLx2d_gjlby6ce08FuPpM7AI0OT_ULKveg1Ug9FLCwruwotZKZBZ-cvF57UpVaj2EP5jyzMXaQTD8zPLCaA_nhtlltyA5AMVBCaHrPA0fb9EI5iCFnEk1RugN5eCd-EZiaUzJ8/s200/2008_0901sophie0018.JPG" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a>Move-in day was gorgeous: In the low 70s , with nary a cloud in the sky. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">I thought we were going to be in for a long morning of lugging boxes up three flights of stairs, but the college organized teams of returning students to unload cars, running boxes, baggage, and keepsakes to the the rooms. <span style="font-weight: bold;">It was AWESOME.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLrIbtY3Pyaz9J-QxTRweoyZubNimiV1QQJZ2d8eOvSfkj3jcVocLmWuN2ttMHaGAkZyB2vWCYPBcZbwmo3ZMxDgeRXQx411LN52lM7wXQod4lrZ5Sc2lKH2MumzAl0DoJe0izrOoAM0/s1600-h/2008_0901sophie0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258540253524025986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLrIbtY3Pyaz9J-QxTRweoyZubNimiV1QQJZ2d8eOvSfkj3jcVocLmWuN2ttMHaGAkZyB2vWCYPBcZbwmo3ZMxDgeRXQx411LN52lM7wXQod4lrZ5Sc2lKH2MumzAl0DoJe0izrOoAM0/s200/2008_0901sophie0029.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>The scooter attracted a lot of attention, creating a small stir and some head scratching among students and faculty alike. "We've never had one on campus before!" exclaimed the Dean of Students. Everyone wanted to take it for a spin. Campus security wasn't sure if it should be classified as a car, sit in a remote lot and pay a parking sticker fee, or if it should be considered akin to a bike, parked next to the rack of Claire's dorm. After two days of leaving it on the front lawn of her dorm, they decided it was so cute and small that it could go next to the bike rack.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Now, after a week-and-a-half of being shoehorned into the car, it was absolutely <span style="font-style: italic;">empty</span>. I was officially an empty nester, with a long roundabout drive back to Texas, where a newly landed job awaited my return.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />No grass grows under my feet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />So went all of September and more than half of October. This interminably long summer may just be beginning to winding down. A summer where water bills ran to <span style="font-style: italic;">high three figures</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">each month</span>, more than double the cost of electricity. Yesterday, for the first time since mid-March, it was in the 60s for a <span style="font-style: italic;">daytime</span> high, and only a tad cooler overnight. It rained an inch earlier in the week, which was almost 20% of our total rainfall thus far this year. Mother Nature's been messing with us for <span style="font-style: italic;">months</span>, and is finally cutting us a break, however temporary.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTENsF5Hx68Xe9_uwI2-SmAPSxKMRfdnz6HLQCGePtjh9JVR57_cz6yCY6lMbuljWS_0QuB4MFtohfXCpl5Dh757P6c5yIYWu2g1nMXdD8mvUMOOGt2yeGmrgmVJOxvSXXKb5HKpe6seI/s1600-h/Hand+Dyed+Yellow+Sock+yarn.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258548001922068386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTENsF5Hx68Xe9_uwI2-SmAPSxKMRfdnz6HLQCGePtjh9JVR57_cz6yCY6lMbuljWS_0QuB4MFtohfXCpl5Dh757P6c5yIYWu2g1nMXdD8mvUMOOGt2yeGmrgmVJOxvSXXKb5HKpe6seI/s200/Hand+Dyed+Yellow+Sock+yarn.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>Where'd I leave off? Socks. I've been a sock knitting fool since my internal porch light went on, all six of my brain cells feverishly cementing the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlQLp4ltfvkLr1TKnytbbjjGMDYBZPvz7Yx-5smba6vOmlMdvNRncEkzLfTbuqVNQR0EPX8_1j8CBW-enrmE8YsmciImFQXVTWCTt_5qbhEyn5smVbe5bqd6B7xkJA7WKo7yf23C_U60/s1600-h/2008_0723sophie0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258548756267015426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlQLp4ltfvkLr1TKnytbbjjGMDYBZPvz7Yx-5smba6vOmlMdvNRncEkzLfTbuqVNQR0EPX8_1j8CBW-enrmE8YsmciImFQXVTWCTt_5qbhEyn5smVbe5bqd6B7xkJA7WKo7yf23C_U60/s200/2008_0723sophie0005.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 162px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a>concepts into variations on patterns. Definitely toe-up, and definitely some sort of pattern.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">In July, the resulting socks, a pattern called '</span><a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer08/PATTspringforward.html" style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">SPRING FORWARD</a><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">', which I knit toe-up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><b>Letting the yarn do all the work is what plain stockinette socks are all about. Knit</b> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Magic Loop, toe-up, two balls of Regia Crazy Color #86 on US size 3 circular needles, matching the yarn striping placement on both socks.</span></span><!-------><!-------></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4q6hX8Fve9q5Y8eRf6WhSKATAqIdw2ZfAnkeMGVa_4JUXuL03Qhn57eTVqUOhvMeBN_Q-4RfOGjyH75gL9w7qyzehCVtkmUWkKrXPO282OI37lRAlMOsP_q3T5cl_DSYpQkuZ7QX6rAQ/s1600-h/Toe+up+Monkey+Socks+in+SOXX+APPEAL+2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258557784686212082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4q6hX8Fve9q5Y8eRf6WhSKATAqIdw2ZfAnkeMGVa_4JUXuL03Qhn57eTVqUOhvMeBN_Q-4RfOGjyH75gL9w7qyzehCVtkmUWkKrXPO282OI37lRAlMOsP_q3T5cl_DSYpQkuZ7QX6rAQ/s200/Toe+up+Monkey+Socks+in+SOXX+APPEAL+2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Socks in <a href="http://www.knitonecrochettoo.com/soxxappeal.htm">OnLine's <span style="font-style: italic;">SOXX APPEAL</span></a>, '<a href="http://akaijen.typepad.com/jen_knits/pattern_los_monos_locos_t.html">Los Monos Locos.'</a></span></span> For <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span>!<!--------><!--------></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">'Scion' is my own </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">pattern. </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Great guy socks</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">, if I </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">do say so myself. Sean will be</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"> getting these for Christmas. One hank of <a href="http://www.dreamincoloryarn.com/pages/yarns.html">DREAM IN COLOR <span style="font-style: italic;">Smooshy</span></a>, color "Midnight Derby", knit toe-up on US size 2 circular needles, using <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhBIS0AhhQY">Judy Becker's Magic Cast-On.</a></span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0EKQIpUY7Su_l4TMKnYRbHOZj5cstyIGKcfV05ap7b7Z7z6XKwVfTnnSzBDap9OB4GHo64hyphenhyphenm7ct5ZL90Chh9wJHKMNhQLNpC9Cdjlgx1evN-vJMpNkyETnYgfHVwQI3PTiJZzKM6ws/s1600-h/2008_1005sophie0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258564344695431186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0EKQIpUY7Su_l4TMKnYRbHOZj5cstyIGKcfV05ap7b7Z7z6XKwVfTnnSzBDap9OB4GHo64hyphenhyphenm7ct5ZL90Chh9wJHKMNhQLNpC9Cdjlgx1evN-vJMpNkyETnYgfHVwQI3PTiJZzKM6ws/s200/2008_1005sophie0007.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><b><span style="font-size: 14px;">'Little Pumpkins' </span>by Sabine Rupert. Knit in a 8 ply, DK weight Regia <span style="font-style: italic;">Uni 6 Fadig</span> yarn, in the color-- what else?-- Pumpkin! on US 3 circular needles, toe up, Magic Loop. Very dense and warm! A Halloween Treat, I loaded them up with chocolates and sent them on their way to Claire today.</b><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2aVA1JPcLlM_jPy98npLiL7VkaJP78O2nhqGdHPn1thskNijhYNkVggEcqhRc__2fTstxH7-DJU73JueQnazUFTnAZ5U6ji_CFFz0E4xx_D1jDnqLi1ontm2o5-5k40EMSLdmfSXeMs/s1600-h/Autumn+Eyelet+Rib+Sock+-+one+finished.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258564340104895970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2aVA1JPcLlM_jPy98npLiL7VkaJP78O2nhqGdHPn1thskNijhYNkVggEcqhRc__2fTstxH7-DJU73JueQnazUFTnAZ5U6ji_CFFz0E4xx_D1jDnqLi1ontm2o5-5k40EMSLdmfSXeMs/s200/Autumn+Eyelet+Rib+Sock+-+one+finished.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHo6-_J0djYoM3aZYJfb5DGHbPOIe3YxTv3BFcHtZ9zIqknB0vy3wCUJL3pBDo0B-MSy3At_iddxapp3xYzQWVisk8Kvog7xFgcl3_25t787sn5o1gporeNGaoVH2bAL5os8EVZHdibXI/s1600-h/Double+Eyelet+Rib+Socks+complete.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258564339973605730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHo6-_J0djYoM3aZYJfb5DGHbPOIe3YxTv3BFcHtZ9zIqknB0vy3wCUJL3pBDo0B-MSy3At_iddxapp3xYzQWVisk8Kvog7xFgcl3_25t787sn5o1gporeNGaoVH2bAL5os8EVZHdibXI/s200/Double+Eyelet+Rib+Socks+complete.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">Double Eyelet Rib Toe-Up Socks, pattern by Wendy Johnson. </span><br />
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My Halloween surprise for Liz, made from the same Regia DK weight yarn as Little Pumpkins (I got a great deal on the stuff : less than $3 a ball at <a href="http://jimmybeanswool.com/">Jimmy Beans Wool</a>). I may have gone overboard a bit, buying 10 balls, but I'll have Halloween sock yarn for at least three years. Anyway, they are knit toe-up, Magic Loop, and I eliminated two pattern repeats for a total of 48 stitches on US size 4 needles. Yes, these were stuffed with chocolates, too (second pic), and sent off to Liz a few days ago.</div>
Which brings me to gift knitting, which is consuming all my off hours. I never claimed to have a life.<br />
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-36591617599453195982008-06-27T09:57:00.002-04:002019-02-12T13:25:51.689-05:00100+ degrees, Farenheit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been hot. It's Austin, after all. 19 days over 100 degrees Farenheit in the last month kind of hot. And it's ONLY JUNE. So why would anyone in their right mind knit during this god-awful heat? And what <i>would</i> anyone want to make?<br />
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Tiny stuff. Little things that don't drape in your lap. Things that don't feel warm while knitting. I have chosen to knit tanks/camisoles in non-wool yarns and socks. Even the tops seem a little much at times, but I have to switch up the projects.<br />
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loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-72004408819543531602008-06-15T14:01:00.007-04:002019-02-12T12:02:25.155-05:00sock pictures<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZXqTBeSPyhEUXbnprZJT6lwwQ9CthzOynJp0lryxFUJpLJZ-cpAPexq11eWJP7W3tAAow06-VHhHaYoQik6IiwrcYSIyfIFDDjUqKiu3v6oZcCphfrkFDDsziRLf3I8Wu8I1b-LkZH4/s1600-h/Socks+for+Caleb.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212171176784887218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZXqTBeSPyhEUXbnprZJT6lwwQ9CthzOynJp0lryxFUJpLJZ-cpAPexq11eWJP7W3tAAow06-VHhHaYoQik6IiwrcYSIyfIFDDjUqKiu3v6oZcCphfrkFDDsziRLf3I8Wu8I1b-LkZH4/s320/Socks+for+Caleb.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUo4OB8OSz5vQzrcNYa_Co9sL3d7tsDXsKky4x4bmRQeZypdaOGiTy0-yIwrJ93yMMOvIfYD0IaK8ZaFEOfccKLI_QhsYPSdJ9t6CStWTdh-FGlz8p_jpsqYqIJO5AqXj4rDCsYO28iY/s1600-h/Toe+up+Monkey+Socks+in+SOXX+APPEAL+2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212170529218582242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUo4OB8OSz5vQzrcNYa_Co9sL3d7tsDXsKky4x4bmRQeZypdaOGiTy0-yIwrJ93yMMOvIfYD0IaK8ZaFEOfccKLI_QhsYPSdJ9t6CStWTdh-FGlz8p_jpsqYqIJO5AqXj4rDCsYO28iY/s320/Toe+up+Monkey+Socks+in+SOXX+APPEAL+2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>I didn't find my camera, but did find an older one we have kicking around, so here is living proof that I made socks:<br />
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To the left are the toe-up version of the Monkey sock pattern, called Los Monos Locos. I'd give the pattern five stars: It's so well written that even a sock doofus like me could follow it to successful completion.<br />
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On the right is the first sock, nearly finished, for Liz' boyfriend. She tried it on for the picture. It's one looooooong sock: the boy has size 11.5 feet. Still have a few more inches of 3 x 1 ribbed cuff to make and another whole sock. It's a handsome looking sock to wear with jeans, I think.</div>
loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-56841310416858648612008-06-13T10:55:00.010-04:002019-02-12T12:37:38.216-05:00Sixth Time Charmed: Sock Curse BUSTED<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyone makes socks. Except me.<br />
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Until now, that is. I started five cuff down first socks: The first pair was on two circs and really skinny indigo/forest green/charcoal/ivory Opal sock yarn. Everything was fine until the gusset. My brain melted. Same with first sock #2: I tried the same yarn on two circs again, trying a different book and pattern. Same problem: My brain hit the wall at the gusset. Then I tried with double points for first sock #3, and by that time, the yarn was looking a little chewy. The whole mess went into the trash, needles and all.<br />
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I set socks aside for a couple of months. Meanwhile, everyone and their dog in our knitting group was making socks right and left. I fumed and fussed over the fact that socks were besting me, so I enlisted the help of a knitting goddess, <a href="http://titianknitter.wordpress.com/">Lynn</a>. She's a great teacher who knits <i>beautifully</i>. Try a larger gauge yarn, she said. You WILL knit them on double points, she said. So I brought up the yarn weight a notch to Lang Jawoll sock yarn and size 2 double pointed needles. Everything was fine with this first sock #4. I knit up to the gusset. Then I actually knit the gusset. The only problem was, the foot was large enough for Bigfoot. I left this charred-bone-of-a-project up on the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/">Ravelry</a> board; it is the lavender sock that is hibernating at the bottom of my projects page. The sock is still under the sofa, sulking in a ziploc bag at the bottom of a yarn bin. Once again, I went on sock hiatus, knitting up a beautiful lace shawl for Claire, two lace shrugs, a pair of colorwork mittens, the Mr. Greenjeans cardie, and three different winter hats. No socks, but everything else under the sun.<br />
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Another friend in our Austin knitting group, Sherrie, wanted use the month of May to make socks together at our Thursday morning group. Everyone loved the idea, so I sighed, went on a stash safari, and yanked out another hank of sock yarn, this time going for the heavy artillery: Hill Country Yarns INSTANT GRATIFICATION. It is big yarn for socks, and I could use size 4 or 5 needles. Maybe being able to see what I was knitting would help, I reasoned. Sherrie had just finished a toe up pair of socks, and was singing their praises: Better fitting toe, better fitting heel, the ability to try it on while in progress, and <i>no picking up stitches.</i> What the heck. Why not.<br />
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So I selected the toe-up version of the Monkey sock by Cookie A, called <a href="http://akaijen.typepad.com/jen_knits/pattern_los_monos_locos_t.html">Los Monos Locos</a>. Sherrie taught me the Figure 8 cast on, which was surprisingly easy, and off I went on first sock #5 via Magic Loop. (<a href="http://blog.designedlykristi.com/?p=579">Here is a great video tutorial for the Figure 8 Cast On</a>; be sure to scroll all the way down to get to the video.) Everything was going along beautifully. I knit the gusset, then the heel turn, then the first row of the leg. I couldn't believe it: I had made a complete body of a sock. Without incident. Without tantrums, tears, ugly ragged picked-up-stitches lines, unlimited frustration or sleepless nights.<br />
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But. And there's always a but, right?<br />
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It was far too big, as in too wide, too much sock. Not exactly looking like a sock for Bigfoot, just far too large proportionally. It was my huge yarn and huge needles. That was the trouble. I really like the yarn, so I frogged and rewound it, hoping to find the right pattern for it eventually. Like maybe a squishy pair of slippers or something.<br />
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Knowing I could knit this sock, I went on another stash safari, and decided to use the Knit One Crochet Too <a href="http://www.knitonecrochettoo.com/soxxappeal.htm">SOXX APPEAL </a>I had bought on a whim during one of our yarn crawls at <a href="http://www.theknittingnestaustin.com/">THE KNITTING NEST</a>. Out came the US size 3 32"circs, and voila! Sixth time is charmed, my sock curse broken. A perfect fit on sock one! As soon as I bound it off, I began sock two. And two days later, it was a perfectly matched pair.<br />
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You know I need a life when I am <span style="font-style: italic;">ecstatic</span> about making a pair of socks that fit and match.<br />
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Things went so well that I thought I'd make a pair of socks for my daughter's boyfriend, Caleb. He bought her an airline ticket to come back for a visit to Philadelphia over the Independence Day holiday. (Never mind that she's only been home from school for a little over 3 weeks!) It seemed appropriate that I make him a pair of gift socks. Truth is, I am now on a roll. After yet another stash safari in the Closet of Doom, I found two balls of <a href="http://www.carodanfarm.com/shopsite_sc/store/html/product73.html">Regia STRETCH COLOR</a> , color 91, that would make perfect guy jean socks. After searching for a guy-ish pattern on the Ravelry pattern browser, I settled on <a href="http://blog.designedlykristi.com/?p=579">Wendy's Fingering Weight Toe Up Socks With Gusset Heel</a>. My modifications include using Judy Becker's Magic Cast on for the toe. That's a step up from the Figure 8, and Cat Bordhi made a humorous video to demonstrate the method <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhBIS0AhhQY">here.</a> I've completed 50% of the first sock, just now at mid-gusset. I also decided that instead of doing M1's, I'd knit through the front and the back loop (k1tfbl) for the edge increases so there'd be no holes. With Eye of Partridge slip stitching, so they'd be cushiony on the heel. Oh, and I am ribbing the leg to the cuff after the heel turn. Just not sure what ribbing style yet. (This is a 70 stitch sock with jacquard yarn ... got any ideas?) So far, they look great, even to me. Stay tuned.<br />
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I want to share these babies with you but have a new problem: I can't find my camera! I have been searching high and low for two days now. I know it's here somewhere, but it's hiding very well. Must have thrown it in a drawer .... or a bag ... or something, during all the graduation/party/houseguests/visiting relatives hubbub.<br />
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For now, you'll just have to take my word for it that I can FINALLY knit socks.</div>
loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-84205749242158473242008-04-29T15:55:00.006-04:002008-06-15T17:36:21.739-04:00Mr. Greenjeans Does Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimANhddqnovd841hbKznmMrebQ1U8kzJsbeqfnyhMXGRJBDWtg7oWL7suhAt_TrrYavOk8pDgMdNketge9JNtRnkDBWvlaqEPaOHE_u9lv862SUOlz0nc0XEGQI7w13vX3oJTDBqMcgUw/s1600-h/2008_0508sophie0159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimANhddqnovd841hbKznmMrebQ1U8kzJsbeqfnyhMXGRJBDWtg7oWL7suhAt_TrrYavOk8pDgMdNketge9JNtRnkDBWvlaqEPaOHE_u9lv862SUOlz0nc0XEGQI7w13vX3oJTDBqMcgUw/s200/2008_0508sophie0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223480100876434" border="0" /></a>Mr. Greenjeans is a DONE DEAL.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><----On the left is friend Ruth, and me happily wearing the newly-finished sweater, hot off the needles only moments before, on a barge on the Seine.</span><br /><br />Working furiously for five days on a ship during long, sunny afternoons, I was unswervingly committed to finishing in time to wear in Paris. Even at that pace, I still had most of a sleeve remaining the night before we docked in LeHavre, France. But I was determined: During the 2.5 hour drive to Paris, I finished the last third of the remaining sleeve with twenty minutes to spare before we parked next to the Seine for our river cruise.<br /><br />Sweet!<br /><br />While I didn't have the button on it, I did have a cable needle, which acted as a chopstick-like closure.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYR3hms-yJrDE7KCySXutmBiiGD6ch6_YdXJGv9YXt2q7pg1Bggb0pBli4QvOZmb-q_zW4Fq_x4NXxPrJiR5WHDDOb91w4-KG7EDWRmoYkd9dwkWFWWnKnIuq5UWLKqptlA-2YpUAIig/s1600-h/2008_0508sophie0078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYR3hms-yJrDE7KCySXutmBiiGD6ch6_YdXJGv9YXt2q7pg1Bggb0pBli4QvOZmb-q_zW4Fq_x4NXxPrJiR5WHDDOb91w4-KG7EDWRmoYkd9dwkWFWWnKnIuq5UWLKqptlA-2YpUAIig/s200/2008_0508sophie0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222605083739250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Sweater, in progress, hanging from the balcony railing ---></span><br /><br />And Paris? It couldn't have been more beautiful that 22nd day of April: Sunny, warm (70 degrees), with all the Spring flowers and trees in bloom, including the infamous horse chestnut trees that line every street, boulevard, and park in the City of Light.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOflqMF6hnkqRJ2s-9efNeQbuZFCan_OqL1ZQWk9_Rh4egC1cdr7YLvYfWM-J7WwAo9aLdTzMqoPYuEG8rxDyi2WUBvOnS-2TiUyl8XX8IOkEsgsWNAokagq9ICcidh2d8BNbBJBN2eVY/s1600-h/Street+Vendor+in+Paris+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOflqMF6hnkqRJ2s-9efNeQbuZFCan_OqL1ZQWk9_Rh4egC1cdr7YLvYfWM-J7WwAo9aLdTzMqoPYuEG8rxDyi2WUBvOnS-2TiUyl8XX8IOkEsgsWNAokagq9ICcidh2d8BNbBJBN2eVY/s200/Street+Vendor+in+Paris+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223879614736098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlZYaYuCqYQRQTKmqksiZQcPjcVx1JW5lVrgxvImvgT-jYdWCXUgRqRy1I6eIhc28LB5gHWb2OV1M7a1EtleX6sAf-LqziWklnBfXYcrVKoHCk4KA54ybbptGkkbeDqKWHGWpskauHCU/s1600-h/2008_0508sophie0266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlZYaYuCqYQRQTKmqksiZQcPjcVx1JW5lVrgxvImvgT-jYdWCXUgRqRy1I6eIhc28LB5gHWb2OV1M7a1EtleX6sAf-LqziWklnBfXYcrVKoHCk4KA54ybbptGkkbeDqKWHGWpskauHCU/s200/2008_0508sophie0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212224405907264850" border="0" /></a>loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-14182844646891727092008-04-03T10:37:00.008-04:002008-04-03T18:08:31.721-04:00Mr. Greenjeans DisasterFor MALABRIGO MARCH on the <a href="http://ravelry.com/">Ravelry</a> malabrigo junkies board, I took on the challenge to make the <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall07/PATTgreenjeans.html">Mr. Greenjeans cardie</a> from the Fall 2007 edition of <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEspring08/index.html">Knitty</a>. Make no mistake: I love this yarn, Malabrigo 'Silky Merino'. I love this sweater: After reviewing hundreds of photos on Ravelry of this sweater finished and on every conceivable body type, I decided to make it. It looks good on EVERYONE.<br /><br />But it doesn't love me. Not one bit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLkrrJG7KBV398F-7BFNZhF9MbOJa6GGrVy8fN_pwHvRgjo95ub0IpRwcAWdB4JHzNaflx5tNYSaxaS237yxwqs5aK3T0mHawKAwjEImaeHfD480zbYSCTLtr5DcnY8_FUDUfn2ih60E/s1600-h/Mr.+Greenjeans+progress+3-26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLkrrJG7KBV398F-7BFNZhF9MbOJa6GGrVy8fN_pwHvRgjo95ub0IpRwcAWdB4JHzNaflx5tNYSaxaS237yxwqs5aK3T0mHawKAwjEImaeHfD480zbYSCTLtr5DcnY8_FUDUfn2ih60E/s320/Mr.+Greenjeans+progress+3-26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185028350076466274" border="0" /></a>After swatching and hitting gauge almost immediately, I started it on March 1, quickly knitting down to the armholes and then moving those stitches onto waste yarn while I finished the body. A few inches later, I had finished the top, and tried it on. Elated that it fit so well, I pressed on to the cables.<br /><br />Two weeks later, I bound off the bottom and eagerly tried it on. It was no where CLOSE to fitting. The top fits, but the inward pull of the cables is merciless. After a day of shock, a heavy steam blocking was in order. This was my only weapon short of ripping it all back and starting the bottom cables anew. I tried it on. It was still a no-go.<br /><br />Today, after a week of leaving it folded and resting in my knitting bag, it's going to be frogged. The only option is to redo all the cabling one size up and use a larger needle size as well.<br /><br />In the meantime, I've been knitting smaller things, most notably <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/Retro%20Redux%20Shrug_PD30897221.html">Retro Redux Shrug</a> from the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lace-Style-Traditional-Innovative-Inspired/dp/1596680288">Lace Style</a>. The owner of <a href="http://www.yarnorama.com/">Yarnorama</a>, Susan, had knit one up for a shop sample, and during spring break the girls and I stopped in Paige to fondle yarn on our way to Houston. Both Liz and Claire tried it on, and it looks adorable. So I moved the project up in my queue, and when Greenjeans turned into a nightmare, I turned to knitting the shrug as a confidence builder to get away from my sweater woes. I'm almost finished with one, in Malabrigo 'Worsted Merino' colorway Water Green. I've started the ribbing for the top and bottom edges. It knit up side-to-side very fast and without incident and the color is lovely.loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-90636749746399234842008-03-27T03:17:00.010-04:002019-02-12T11:55:45.299-05:00Claire's Decision<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Tonight, we have a winner: <a href="http://hiram.edu/">Hiram College</a>, in Hiram, Ohio.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6sM1WCUOgzpAXbw9mF3X_bIP0DNjEZe4VBkzSQ_YwA_LkHDDSdGpFmqvbj4sT8ZLASlY6XJHT0auLCOPbGT0VlNEYVTmrfgThlDjlRO32glKmizPAjdJN8KcXl2eI-U25bbfaoka_OI/s1600-h/Hiram+Ceramics+Barn+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182318895727588210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6sM1WCUOgzpAXbw9mF3X_bIP0DNjEZe4VBkzSQ_YwA_LkHDDSdGpFmqvbj4sT8ZLASlY6XJHT0auLCOPbGT0VlNEYVTmrfgThlDjlRO32glKmizPAjdJN8KcXl2eI-U25bbfaoka_OI/s320/Hiram+Ceramics+Barn+1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Above is the new Library, where she'll spend a lot of her time.</span><br />
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The scholarship award was a major factor, and it's a small, personal kind of a place, located in the beautiful wooded and rolling countryside of the Western Reserve in eastern Ohio. It boasts a unique academic calendar, small seminar style classes, and some fantastic study abroad programs.<br />
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Here are some pictures of the campus we took on our Grand Tour last summer. The barn above is a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVT9fosZsVv7fx4F4Fs0rO_rAhy47H50mru2HRGDXPWlZmnJi7HSa0mnpVZhAavFSVGklSuJiw_CDzR1a26R8-NXJEDpUeDINdRS-PuKjnn6RjvLJUq5q__xk-4PwYVlp7zSNf7odaw4/s1600-h/Hiram+College+bank+of+lilies+8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182322520679986082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVT9fosZsVv7fx4F4Fs0rO_rAhy47H50mru2HRGDXPWlZmnJi7HSa0mnpVZhAavFSVGklSuJiw_CDzR1a26R8-NXJEDpUeDINdRS-PuKjnn6RjvLJUq5q__xk-4PwYVlp7zSNf7odaw4/s200/Hiram+College+bank+of+lilies+8.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a> ceramics studio, located about a mile from the main campus at a field station. Claire really loved that, as she intends to develop her potters skills as a part of her art educator program.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> One of nine resi</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">dence halls, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">below</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZnesTlrNe7kSuegrdqid_r25bzWYhttvgYNoSwsc9ZXXCSUmIiXP57B7dP10kFNDTzfmITuSdimhlFeVKQeffy_JM8rl2F3uiPvvlMbairdSkebiJlNV9BDIOAsBg4wIR2HYITm0nVA/s1600-h/Hiram+College+residence+halls+5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182319866390197138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZnesTlrNe7kSuegrdqid_r25bzWYhttvgYNoSwsc9ZXXCSUmIiXP57B7dP10kFNDTzfmITuSdimhlFeVKQeffy_JM8rl2F3uiPvvlMbairdSkebiJlNV9BDIOAsBg4wIR2HYITm0nVA/s320/Hiram+College+residence+halls+5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a></div>
loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-60295673440758538012008-03-24T16:46:00.011-04:002019-02-12T12:12:38.400-05:00Last Minute Crossing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa1uRktqrUogOZkdWQTUQdlqV6QwSRYIfDZnfpU5bCI5ZXJNvYu4vrTiFamHc7wl6SKxUvfZDB43VJgGv0pVBKAd9whfer7yDhj_RKkbgxlH0rnCcU4b8L-ZPpi79MiIongx9VdPQkmY/s1600-h/DSCN5593.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181435021522842418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa1uRktqrUogOZkdWQTUQdlqV6QwSRYIfDZnfpU5bCI5ZXJNvYu4vrTiFamHc7wl6SKxUvfZDB43VJgGv0pVBKAd9whfer7yDhj_RKkbgxlH0rnCcU4b8L-ZPpi79MiIongx9VdPQkmY/s320/DSCN5593.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>So this morning I was reading through my email as usual with a cuppa when I spied the ever-dangerous one from my travel agent. My eyes popped out of my head when I saw an eastbound transatlantic sailing in less than three weeks on one my favorite ships going for peanuts. A chill ran through me when I saw the arrival port: Harwich, England. Shoot, I already have a return air ticket from London that I haven't used and will expire if I don't.<br />
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What to do?<br />
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Call the woman, of course, and book it <i>fast</i>.<br />
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So I did. It was meant to be.<br />
Here: are the details:<br />
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<tr bgcolor="#ffffff"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Friday, April 11, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Fort Lauderdale, Florida</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>04:30 PM</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#efefef"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Saturday, April 12, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">At Sea</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#ffffff"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Sunday, April 13, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Kings Wharf, Bermuda</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">04:00 PM</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#efefef"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Monday, April 14, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Kings Wharf, Bermuda</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>03:30 PM</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#ffffff"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Tuesday, April 15, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">At Sea</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#efefef"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Wednesday, April 16, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">At Sea</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#ffffff"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Thursday, April 17, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">At Sea</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#efefef"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Friday, April 18, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">At Sea</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#ffffff"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Saturday, April 19, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">At Sea</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#efefef"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Sunday, April 20, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Cork, Ireland</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">08:00 AM</td> <td>05:00 PM</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#ffffff"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Monday, April 21, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">At Sea</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">--</td> <td>--</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#efefef"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Tuesday, April 22, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Paris (Le Havre), France</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">08:00 AM</td> <td>11:00 PM</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#ffffff"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Wednesday, April 23, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Cherbourg, France</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">07:00 AM</td> <td>03:45 PM</td> </tr>
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<tr bgcolor="#efefef"> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Thursday, April 24, 2008</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">Harwich, England</td> <td style="padding-right: 10px;">04:30 AM</td> <td>--</td></tr>
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<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><--- 2nd="" a="" aft="" back.="" balcony="" bedroom="" cabin="" divides="" during="" fantastic="" from="" glass="" huge="" laire="" last="" leads="" main="" on="" our="" out="" room="" s="" same="" screen="" september="" ship="" sitting="" span="" the="" to="" transatlantic.="" westbound="" which=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgroZIu21aCG7yNxb6gMXbSFl_YGx1UHVoyQO8C_M0S8GQMZj_JUzRdGMQPKq9val6MXLuRklUutZA9e4fodw4d0D-PYkHO5lwcwPNZ6N2_4ulVBOP5JddrROp6gIcriN8CMeztSH1PLzY/s1600-h/DSCN5753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182168451613143890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgroZIu21aCG7yNxb6gMXbSFl_YGx1UHVoyQO8C_M0S8GQMZj_JUzRdGMQPKq9val6MXLuRklUutZA9e4fodw4d0D-PYkHO5lwcwPNZ6N2_4ulVBOP5JddrROp6gIcriN8CMeztSH1PLzY/s200/DSCN5753.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Our aft balcony, same ship, different crossing. Fabulous! Docked at the time in St. John, Newfoundland. ------------------></span><br />
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</span></---></span><--- 2nd="" a="" aft="" back.="" balcony="" bedroom="" cabin="" divides="" during="" fantastic="" from="" glass="" huge="" laire="" last="" leads="" main="" on="" our="" out="" room="" s="" same="" screen="" september="" ship="" sitting="" span="" the="" to="" transatlantic.="" westbound="" which="">On the knitting front: I am almost finished knitting the body of my Mr. Greenjeans cardie. I think two more complete cables will do it. Then it's onto the sleeves and the button band and it's finished.<br />
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My SOTSii got far behind the weekly schedule, and I am currently working my way through Hint 8 --- only about 80 or so rows to go to total completion. Whew! <br />
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The Malabrigo Junkies board on Ravelry is winding up Malabrigo March Madness. I started the Mr. Greenjeans cardie in Silky Merino. And I've finished the Herringbone Mittens in Vaa and Frank Ochre Merino Worsted, a Tudora neck ruff and a Capitan hat in Amoroso, and will cast on a few more small projects before March is over.</---></div>
loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-86601847682955097172008-03-15T21:57:00.019-04:002008-06-15T17:17:10.015-04:00A Maine state of mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSJlOd9Hpl3N8XFivqfPvfh8vMeG-oGAPx6fX1m2-hmhv4cDZKr6jTpD9oGT81-PwYLkrlyYYnMjmC5_V3Yv180O8HVUscEYZr81Mpd0sH4H47IDHMtE__0R8CRoOfHfHQboZ5RvrCRM/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSJlOd9Hpl3N8XFivqfPvfh8vMeG-oGAPx6fX1m2-hmhv4cDZKr6jTpD9oGT81-PwYLkrlyYYnMjmC5_V3Yv180O8HVUscEYZr81Mpd0sH4H47IDHMtE__0R8CRoOfHfHQboZ5RvrCRM/s200/2008_0313sophie0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178160535811443186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtz5VxYL4VhBfDkBr6FJq17Z_TDrg9Bg5EakBFVB0AcPd0FJSVaUGyWShxbhTy96NMfoXEa_po96ag-6zeyW9CNkRwXOr-YquomSOm1himnAQslbuqa1IEH1d_q9KKSxM_XKd9IZLsh_A/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtz5VxYL4VhBfDkBr6FJq17Z_TDrg9Bg5EakBFVB0AcPd0FJSVaUGyWShxbhTy96NMfoXEa_po96ag-6zeyW9CNkRwXOr-YquomSOm1himnAQslbuqa1IEH1d_q9KKSxM_XKd9IZLsh_A/s320/2008_0313sophie0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178153844252395954" border="0" /></a>Claire and I just returned from <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWczQz9_nY45BZnkE_aJ1TFs8WpdR9n9JgPmvnPK1chAFx-akFjjkruiM_BivQuw6w36Z1KV0_TMKyVuWebKtV_CZwaG2STeAVyMb3-OuqwhuBxPuP31gBSSfhZjfbFMUsETTQ3gdSJuM/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWczQz9_nY45BZnkE_aJ1TFs8WpdR9n9JgPmvnPK1chAFx-akFjjkruiM_BivQuw6w36Z1KV0_TMKyVuWebKtV_CZwaG2STeAVyMb3-OuqwhuBxPuP31gBSSfhZjfbFMUsETTQ3gdSJuM/s200/2008_0313sophie0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178154170669910466" border="0" /></a>a few days in Maine. Yes, it's March, I know. She had an interview at a college in Bar Harbor, with the rest of our time spent enjoying the quiet winter beauty of the Maine coast. Oh, and a few yarn stores, too.<br />Of course.<br /><br />Here are a few pictures of the campus. It's right on Frenchman's Bay, on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j4JCBUMBIZvCi35E6dcfdhm9D3uj9vY0dy2_O66OvXkEdxa0IJOnsl4bO88LdbpT8WlusoTFXzUqAMk-BmEokHSo9ns9Z8OEobRBoF8o3dcf_W41ZTEIj0wlRzdH2BZv4v9mxfGWDdw/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j4JCBUMBIZvCi35E6dcfdhm9D3uj9vY0dy2_O66OvXkEdxa0IJOnsl4bO88LdbpT8WlusoTFXzUqAMk-BmEokHSo9ns9Z8OEobRBoF8o3dcf_W41ZTEIj0wlRzdH2BZv4v9mxfGWDdw/s320/2008_0313sophie0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178154853569710546" border="0" /></a> Mt. Desert Island, just a stone's throw from <a href="http://www.nps.gov/acad/">Acadia National Park</a>. I can't think of a more gorgeous setting for ANYTHING.<br /><br />And yes, this all of these pictures are ON CAMPUS. Amazing.<br /><br /><a href="http://coa.edu/">College of the Atlantic</a> offers only one major to its 400 students: Human Ecology. What the heck does that mean? Anything you want to self-design into a personal program.<br /><br />The college grows many of the veggies used for meals on their own organic farm. The balance of the school's food is purchased from other Maine organic farmers. We had lunch on campus one day, and the food was fantastic! The entree was a pork tenderloin with fennel roasted with a teriyaki glaze, mashed sweet potatoes, fresh sesame green beans, steamed broccoli that was as good as a three star restaurant offering(read crisp-tender and very fresh), homemade whole wheat bread, and dense, crunchy, uber-dark-chocolatey oat bars. Not a pizza or a burger in sight. Who'da thunk?<br /><br />Bar Harbor is a wonderful place once the crowds and summer visitors are gone. We got to know one of the owners at <a href="http://benandbills.com/">Ben and Bill's Chocolates</a>, Yvonne, VERY well. Originally from Ireland, her rich accent and amazing expertise at all things chocolate AND TEA were just the ticket for us. It's so hard to get a good cup of tea at a restaurant or shop: No one seems to know (or care) that the water must be freshly boiled to make a decent tea. You can't make good tea from a Bunn coffeemaker, or a decanter of hot water on a warming plate, thanks very much. But Yvonne knew exactly what I was looking for when I asked for a "proper cup". Living above the shop, she dashed upstairs to find tea from her own personal stash! We were rewarded with huge cups of Irish Breakfast tea, perfectly brewed and delicious. We went back twice a day, every day, for tea and a few of her decadent chocolate offerings: Dark Chocolate Raspberry Creams, Buttercreams, Turtles, Maple Walnut Creams, Wintergreen Patties, Deep Chocolate Truffles, Coffee Creams, Bark, Honeycomb, Chocolate Walnut Fudge, Penuche, and more. That was only the tip of the iceberg of her offerings. Every time we'd walk past the store, she was hard at work, dipping and crafting chocolates or making fudge. She always waved when she saw us, and I think she must have recognized my bright yellow parka; it's pretty unique and hard to miss. Her chocolates are <span style="font-style: italic;">fabulous</span>, so if you visit, you must go and savor them. For all the chocolates that we bought, not too many made it back to Austin with us, though. We just couldn't resist.<br /><br />My birthday fell right in the middle of our visit, so to celebrate we spent the day traipsing around a wide area visiting local yarn stores. At Bee's in Bar Harbor, we encountered the lethal combination of hand-dipped chocolates and yarn. The shop is tiny and cram-packed with yarn, cards, handknit sweaters and an old-fashioned candy counter. There's no place to sit and knit -- barely enough room to maneuver in -- but the owner is friendly and helpful, whatever your needs or desires.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiba03urDVg8EDPfj8n8g_5ZIGPIyQZ6Ed94iR093FgPrizaDQRMiVPiWnI7HIo2blEoENov8lV6k1BqdpZBrwZBd8zJ0BaSrY2O8rn1gEu3B3GGi1C8N4cYBctQOW3u2eekUzxjSXj_QE/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiba03urDVg8EDPfj8n8g_5ZIGPIyQZ6Ed94iR093FgPrizaDQRMiVPiWnI7HIo2blEoENov8lV6k1BqdpZBrwZBd8zJ0BaSrY2O8rn1gEu3B3GGi1C8N4cYBctQOW3u2eekUzxjSXj_QE/s200/2008_0313sophie0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178167631097416194" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.thelilaclily.com/">THE LILAC LILY</a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIghqxR8YB0ipGpYCItKff53oLL_XCyIUB9UcL9U8Yex76QACpeQvGtqG_fOjBzMdMHcz6B51H9i6mbckbMGD3aXpQotV2YpTEkkbh3sjhso8vwGkn9T3Zjshi4_juwEfY4YPXPIOXg8/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIghqxR8YB0ipGpYCItKff53oLL_XCyIUB9UcL9U8Yex76QACpeQvGtqG_fOjBzMdMHcz6B51H9i6mbckbMGD3aXpQotV2YpTEkkbh3sjhso8vwGkn9T3Zjshi4_juwEfY4YPXPIOXg8/s200/2008_0313sophie0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178168129313622546" border="0" /></a>was the highlight of our day, though. Located in Southwest Harbor, it has a wonderful selection of Maine artisan yarns and a wide selection of labels that are well known nationally. It started to snow while we were there, and Leslie, the welcoming and gregarious shopkeeper, invited us to stay and knit with her. Another regular patron, Nancy, came in and joine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQY2_J_wg8wHGQ408AzrSshGQbHYlSrp-Cc6_lXbaLUwtm_U7JBzZ7WBgnNKUZDZs2y1Wys0CgtAPvUOm_RdlO070sewv-z5Yv9o-C3XT6RjaJMmhvWZEHLKeFQpys3QynUefVKALb84/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQY2_J_wg8wHGQ408AzrSshGQbHYlSrp-Cc6_lXbaLUwtm_U7JBzZ7WBgnNKUZDZs2y1Wys0CgtAPvUOm_RdlO070sewv-z5Yv9o-C3XT6RjaJMmhvWZEHLKeFQpys3QynUefVKALb84/s200/2008_0313sophie0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178158547241585122" border="0" /></a>d us, and we knit, talked Ravelry, and watched the snow come down in big, lacy flakes.<br /><br />Back in Bar Harbor that night, we had dinner at <a href="http://www.geddys.com/">Geddy's</a>, which is lit by the silhouette of a moose on the roof. We dined on the best clam chowder ever, giant lobsters, and slices of sinfully good wild Maine blueberry pie for dessert. Then we trekked over to see Yvonne for our nightly chocolates and tea. One of the best birthdays ever!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMbnN4FzAmH_vrPF7HZ3-iOcjVAllGbs5vWdzo_7mQP1LHObCq3zBds4r4WoxqnNoSq3TZO4G4NN38KpnqbTioR1t9kjFyT3BLKDYVL3Eog7QPnS0Jvle0maAu7b-sjA-xYXgDwWrNZM/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMbnN4FzAmH_vrPF7HZ3-iOcjVAllGbs5vWdzo_7mQP1LHObCq3zBds4r4WoxqnNoSq3TZO4G4NN38KpnqbTioR1t9kjFyT3BLKDYVL3Eog7QPnS0Jvle0maAu7b-sjA-xYXgDwWrNZM/s320/2008_0313sophie0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178169340494400034" border="0" /></a>We explored a little of Acadia NP one day, though many of the park roads are closed for the winter. Echo Lake, with the famous carriage road circling its perimeter, was frozen <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp-_q4qKp-o_A-9UZrtVg83HVBJLGXm-WzfREwXp-SZx7-MqjVNCaJiOXUHlEIKxkYzWaGLKJkTE4ApPicFSEmDLNbxMKG9fm6Fqzqyc9sdireyOiRkjrxSVCw8vC4Q8tohr0R888mRY/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp-_q4qKp-o_A-9UZrtVg83HVBJLGXm-WzfREwXp-SZx7-MqjVNCaJiOXUHlEIKxkYzWaGLKJkTE4ApPicFSEmDLNbxMKG9fm6Fqzqyc9sdireyOiRkjrxSVCw8vC4Q8tohr0R888mRY/s200/2008_0313sophie0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178170057753938482" border="0" /></a>solid and deserted, in stark contrast to the crowds, traffic, and congestion of summer.<br /><br /><br />On departure day, we checked out of hotel at 7 a.m. for the 4.5 hour drive back to the Manchester, NH airport. We built in an extra hour and a half for a stop at <a href="http://www.halcyonyarn.com/">Halcyon Yarn in Bath, ME</a>, which was<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukZHAacGI82Dm-cTc6N9_lM-sJeMzv3L2pjrVI6pMtNkTLBsenOCHvmohQjNL07MjvCda4V6y28V7trq8iX2aMZXHEIFcPVlESTZVk0MVEgURfkQT-33rfrY4ifidHwaYZswKCMlJ-vQ/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukZHAacGI82Dm-cTc6N9_lM-sJeMzv3L2pjrVI6pMtNkTLBsenOCHvmohQjNL07MjvCda4V6y28V7trq8iX2aMZXHEIFcPVlESTZVk0MVEgURfkQT-33rfrY4ifidHwaYZswKCMlJ-vQ/s200/2008_0313sophie0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178171466503211586" border="0" /></a> not much of a detour for us. It's a huge old warehouse, stuffed floor to ceiling with 10' tall aisles of bins loaded with skeins, hanks, and cones. There's even an entire aisle of roving for spinners. That's just on the first floor. You're looking at an entire aisle of Jaggerspun on your right. ------------------------------------------------><br />I won't torture you by telling you there are also aisles for Harrisville Designs, Casco Bay yarns, Brown Sheep yarns, Bartlett, sock yarn, and much more.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtJ29YXSDcWAjsNKRLF18ugn6Tjz4P7gEb2jKtcbcKksG3bai2r42LwLxLuDC3qEk8ziqc7VTjXkHJrB78j0tFkwQjY1wcF9Dm1ldkV7mGOaocO9sEPLSAnq-IJhQSXfOu_mrDdCSObo/s1600-h/2008_0313sophie0067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtJ29YXSDcWAjsNKRLF18ugn6Tjz4P7gEb2jKtcbcKksG3bai2r42LwLxLuDC3qEk8ziqc7VTjXkHJrB78j0tFkwQjY1wcF9Dm1ldkV7mGOaocO9sEPLSAnq-IJhQSXfOu_mrDdCSObo/s320/2008_0313sophie0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178176388535732818" border="0" /></a>On the second level, there are looms, wheels, and every spinning thing made or known to mankind. Claire bought her first drop spindle here, and a cloud of roving. Now she just needs time to perfect her technique.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">View of the sunrise from our hotel room</span>loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-42907792875879440012008-02-18T13:26:00.003-05:002008-02-21T15:39:53.023-05:00Malabrigo MadnessAgain, biting off more than I can chew.<br /><br />On Ravelry, in the Malabrigo Junkies group, I signed on for the Malabrigo March KAL for the Mr. Greenjeans Cardigan, the FOLIAGE hat KAL, as well as the Herringbone Mittens KAL. Then I volunteered to moderate a Capitan hat KAL!!<br /><br />It's official: I am NUTS.<br /><br />These are projects in addtion to the already crazy ones I'm working on.<br /><br />Oh. Heidi and I are going to make Malabrigo Loafers, too.loopettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01666267630719162056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561254967693474976.post-64484284664008336762008-02-14T17:00:00.012-05:002019-02-12T12:19:39.278-05:00Little Hearts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: rgb(255 , 0 , 0); font-weight: bold;">Happy Valentine's Day.</span> I always called it a Hallmark holiday, but most folks aren't as cynical as me. Daughter Julia ignores it completely, but still expects a package of goodies each year. Go figure. This year, I sent each of my far away kiddos chocolates in heart boxes. When they were little bitty kids, Fannie May stores were in several neighborhoods in the D.C. area. I would get each of them a half-pound heart shaped box and a card, which they'd find at their place at the breakfast table on Valentine's Day. I discovered that just because they grow up and move out doesn't mean I'm off the hook. They still expect their Valentine chocolates! And their Easter bunnies, Christmas stockings, etc.<br />
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Claire's been seriously under the weather with the flu since Sunday. I had a less virulent version, so I went to GAUGE on Monday and bought some Malabrigo worsted for both of us to knit a couple of easy (mindless) projects. My brain was too feverish to work on SOTSii lace project, but I had to do something while taking it easy.<br />
The too-cute-for-words hat to the left is one of them. Called <a href="http://rosi-g.com/soapyknitter/2008/01/12/si-capitan/">Si </a><a href="http://rosi-g.com/soapyknitter/2008/01/12/si-capitan/">CAPITAN</a>, by talented fiber artist Rosi <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9KhZeBZWHflt-1q6w5ooD4bZQeOaP0RP8zoLn9Ga3ppCTIue8GtMR562B6yBLROIg4yrzvSAV5pmdGFBFuiLaebIpU30Lvpq0vSjHndF1BXDj3Qq6-IVLe9bfF0FQRkJ7W-dgplAw-Y/s1600-h/CAPITAN+Claire+sideview.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166976090362798594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9KhZeBZWHflt-1q6w5ooD4bZQeOaP0RP8zoLn9Ga3ppCTIue8GtMR562B6yBLROIg4yrzvSAV5pmdGFBFuiLaebIpU30Lvpq0vSjHndF1BXDj3Qq6-IVLe9bfF0FQRkJ7W-dgplAw-Y/s200/CAPITAN+Claire+sideview.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>Garmendia, it took only eight hours to make and fifteen minutes to pack up and Express Mail to Liz. Claire felt too awful to knit, so while keeping her company and supplying endless pots of tea and bowls of soup, I knit. Claire wasn't really happy about modeling it, but it was the only option before it vanished into the ether. I think it looks cute on her --- she claims she isn't a hat person.<br />
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I bought two hanks of this Amoroso colorway, so another one will be on the way to Julia in March, when I make it during Malabrigo March (a challenge on the Malabrigo Junkies board on Ravelry.)<br />
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There was a lot <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4AKzFr7EtW5HSUIShHTMA3Hb2IGhIPVQCx56dnuOVe0jkOquNxFd9NxYwxKgZIs4o-hCGKT928HiHxr5Xii-kqWbzFF3pL0VHLqjdsUX2kt1lJo4dwHOOsbIJ_k9WLxTdAAERbykJ-Y/s1600-h/The+little+hearts+2-14-2008+1-10-00+PM.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166959808141779410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4AKzFr7EtW5HSUIShHTMA3Hb2IGhIPVQCx56dnuOVe0jkOquNxFd9NxYwxKgZIs4o-hCGKT928HiHxr5Xii-kqWbzFF3pL0VHLqjdsUX2kt1lJo4dwHOOsbIJ_k9WLxTdAAERbykJ-Y/s200/The+little+hearts+2-14-2008+1-10-00+PM.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a> left on one hank, so I knit up and felted these little hearts, which Claire then stuffed and whipstitched together as little Valentine gifts for friends.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUWzNTHMs23ds6Z-gLqG1lHWV2m_WTim-UiLnMsBezzf8mNJ6DBqrsewqcGmoVaWGWgHUBIeFy2JuUMT70g67nGrYmcorbARkl5TCts8ipzq6qgjJYxK5GiJOE9RRCgAi5Mkl-RHrLpo/s1600-h/Little+hearts+2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166959378645049794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUWzNTHMs23ds6Z-gLqG1lHWV2m_WTim-UiLnMsBezzf8mNJ6DBqrsewqcGmoVaWGWgHUBIeFy2JuUMT70g67nGrYmcorbARkl5TCts8ipzq6qgjJYxK5GiJOE9RRCgAi5Mkl-RHrLpo/s320/Little+hearts+2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>Our knitting group met this morning, so last night I made a batch of my Aunt Esther's justly famous frosted sugar cookies for everyone to enjoy. They are exactly as I remember them as a kid: Slightly crisp, sweet, sandy textured, and very vanilla-y.<br />
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Every year, on the day before Valentine's Day, Aunt Esther'd spend the entire day making an enormous batch of these, coloring the icing the same pale, delicate pink. I was transported back to her sunny kitchen some 50 years ago, when I wasn't even tall enough to look over the counter. I had a sixth sense when she was making cookies, and since our families lived across the street from each other, I'd appear at her elbow with wide, expectant eyes. She never disappointed, and always offered me my own plateful with a glass of milk at her dining room table. Every Valentine's Day, she set that table with a lace tablecloth and a bowl of pink carnations. She made the evening meal a treat for her family, with those cookies as the dessert. Every year. Without fail.<br />
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Years after I'd left the nest, I always sent her a Valentine's Day card thanking her for all the years of Valentine cookie baking days.<br />
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She now lives in a nursing home. During a visit last summer, she asked me if I remembered all the Valentine cookies we made together. Well, she made them; I just ate them. But her touching reminisce will always stick with me.<br />
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Happy Valentine's Day, Aunt Esther.</div>
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