Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Moving Sweater

It's finished. It's been finished for almost two weeks, but I'm finally getting around to blogging it. This is my moving sweater.

I knit it seamlessly from the top down, so the colorwork yoke was the first part to be finished. From that point on, it was stockinette all the way, baby. I knit it between packing boxes, while running all kinds of moving errands and in between all the other busy-ness of moving. It was completely and totally soothing.

The yarn is elegance, from knit picks and was really nice to work with. While alpaca come sometimes make me itch, the silk makes it very soft and it has a nice drape.

The pattern is Elizabeth Zimmerman's Fair Isle Yoke Sweater, from the Opinionated Knitter. I prefer wider necks, so I omitted the first round of color work and really like the way it turned out. I had initially thought I would make a cardigan, but didn't have time to plan in steeking stitches. I may still give it a shot, but haven't decided yet.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Four Ways I Know I'm Not in Colorado Anymore

I love lists. Love them, love them, love them. So here's a short post for today.

1. I don't know where my sunglasses are. And I don't care.

2. It was above freezing (by at least two degrees) and I was the only person walking with my kids. Or really walking at all.

3. Washed dishes don't automatically dry when they're set on the shelf. You have to actually (gasp) dry them with a towel.

4. The house down the street was built in the 70s. The 1770s.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Time Machine Tuesday: The Afghan

Alli found a neat idea, and I'm totally going to copy it. In the knitting tenses, present and future get the most attention on blogs. But the past can tell us how our projects hold up over time. Part of why I love knitting is that I'm creating something useful, something to wear or keep warm.

This was my first major project. It's an afghan that I crocheted while studying abroad in Europe in the spring of 1998. I bought the yarn (Lion Brand Wool Ease) at Juneau's Fred Meyer (it was the only place in town to buy yarn at the time) before I left and started it on the flight to London. I crocheted on planes, trains, taxis, in hotel rooms, hostels, buses, subways and even the Chunnel. The squares (25 of them) were super portable, and I sewed them together once I got back to Juneau.

It's not the prettiest or the fanciest thing that I've ever made, but it's probably the most used. It has made it through every move, been on every couch or futon I've ever had and been snuggled by all my cats and both of my kids. It's warm and washable (see cats and kids, above). It's hard to get a good picture of it, because in February, someone's usually snuggled up in it.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Super Secret Project, part I

This is a 2007 Christmas project that didn't even get cast on in 2007. In fact, not until February of 2008. But, it's a great idea for a good friend, so I wanted to devote enough time to it.

Now that I've finished up my moving therapy sweater, I wanted to start another big project. I still have sleeves and socks, but nothing big. So, it's time for the Super Secret Project. I found the yarn, but the pattern is another question.

This brings the question: how do I organize my patterns? I have two kinds; those that come in books or magazines and those that come loose. The books and magazines go on a shelf (now in a box) and the loose leaf ones go in a drawer. For the sake of this project, I got very excited when, in the unpacking, I found the drawer (it also doubles as a night stand, so that was a bonus). Only, in a fit of moving, I took the handles off of the drawer.

So, once I find the handle, I can start knitting again. Sigh.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

The Tiger's Hiding in the Shu Mai

My husband and I often marvel at the strange sentences that we say, now that we're parents. Sure, there are the predictable, you're turning into your parents sentences. Yesterday, as we were getting ready to leave the Ikea cafe, my husband told our daughter: "Now, I don't want to hear you say 'I'm hungry" as soon as we leave." Those make us cringe a little, but aren't as surprising as the others.

Today, the sentence was "The tiger's hiding in the shu mai." My husband said it, then looked at me in that puzzled way. He was right. My daughter's small, plastic tiger was frolicking amongst her small, plastic food.

But it was still a weird sentence.

In other news...

I found our camera cable! Soon, I'll be able to post knitting pictures again. Whee!

Friday, February 1, 2008


I love the rain. I love grey, dreary, drizzly days where going outside is walking into a cloud bank.

When I woke up this morning at O-dark-thirty, the first thing that I realized was that it was raining. Little thumps on the roof that sounded like home. I loved it. And, when I got up, it was indeed one of those days. One of those curl up with a good book, a home made afghan and a kitty days.

So, Pennsylvania has one thing in its favor. Good rain. Colorado rains, but it was more short term abuse with water droplets.

Um... more knitting. Later.