Thursday, May 11, 2017

Lace and Variegated

I have several one or two skein sets of variegated yarn that I'm not quite sure how to use.  I know I can always do socks, but I am pretty much done with socks for a while.  When it comes to heavily patterned things, like shawls, I don't often like how a lace or garter distort the colorway.  And right now everything seems to be about lace and garter.



Then I saw Lee Meredith's Orri Shawl.  This was a lace and garter pattern I could use my precious variegated skeins on, without my eyes involuntarily crossing as I worked.   The lace is a fairly simple stitch pattern that doesn't look too crazy in multi-colors and it has a solid colored garter section to further tone it down.  Balance, my friends.  So, I dug up my skeins of fischer dk from  Lovebird Lane Yarns, in the One Sweet Love colorway, and got busy.


I considered using another semi-variegated grey, Gynx Yarn's Texas Tornado, as the contrasting color, but it was too variegated and had yellow undertones that didn't look right when paired with the cool pinks of my main color.   Even if it had looked nice together, it  would defeat the purpose of subduing the variegated colorway with a solid.


In the end, I just ordered some inexpensive Patons Classic Wool, in Dark Grey Heather, during a Joann sale.  I think they look nice together.


Orri has a fun lace pattern that balances interest and need for focus.  I worked on it a bit at the movies, but Guardians of the Galaxy 2 was good enough that I ended up setting it down.  I do think I could have made a dent in it without mistakes, though.  It also knits up fast.  I will soon be finished with the largest portion knit in the pink even though I'm only working on it occasionally.


Variegated colorways like this always seemed so out of my league when I first started knitting.  All of those terms like, well, variegated and semi-solid and Tosh and Malabrigo, floated around Ravelry and were Greek to me.  I knew only Patons and Lion Brand Wool-Ease at the time.  So, I'm excited to have some of these mighty colorful yarns in my stash.  I'm just not quite sure what I'd like to use them for.  Again, no socks right now.

One of my only garments to knit in variegated yarn was Ease, which was a true variegated.  Then there was Reindeer, which is in variegated malabrigo but more subdued.  Both of these worked because the designs were a clean, simple style.  I never loved the color of the Ease, though- I just got the Cascade on sale and it was the least busiest colorway.  It still feels a little too busy for me, even though the finished sweater is super comfortable and great for doing things outdoors.

So, do you guys use heavily variegated yarns for lace pieces, or garments with a lot of texture?  I'm interested.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Hello, Nature

This is my written ode to the trees that keep me sane.  How I have missed you!  Come to mama.



I need to be out of doors.  Truly.  It was lesson number 1 of my back sprain quarantine.  (Other lessons included- chairs are evil, don't fling 50 pound bags of anything over and over or ever, it's easy to lose your confidence when you are isolated at home, and I can crochet while lying down.)

Yeah, a back sprain. Sounds weird, doesn't it?  It's even weirder to explain:  "Uh, I think it happened when I was flinging 50 pound bags of dirt last spring or else I was picking up my free weights incorrectly...  The sacroiliac joint got pulled out of place... then I drove a lot of people around and sat in waiting rooms and hospitals for a few months, keeping the ligaments from tightening up in the right position and so...uh... now I can't sit in certain chairs for very long because they make the joint slip out of place.  Once I get it in the right place I have to keep it there for 6 to 8 more weeks.  So, I can't drive, or sit in a church pew, or go to the movies for more than 20 minutes a day for a few months... and, uh... I really shouldn't sit too much at all, but I've got this nagging ankle injury too, so..."


I don't know many people with a real attention span, so I'd lose them at the word "flinging."  And I guess it's disinteresting, unless you're my parent.  Oh wait, my dad turned the tv up as I was trying to explain it to him. Never mind.

Point is I am a free woman again!!  Free to go where I want, within reason, and to do it without a chaperone.  I don't have to be "crazy almond butter cat woman on the couch" anymore, unless I feel like it.  I don't have to ride everywhere lying shotgun, seat cranked all the way back, and my husband driving me while I got looks.


During my rehab time, I was so happy when I got opportunities to get outside.  By outside I mean somewhere besides my backyard and walking around my city.

Our childhood woods were just a thin patch of trees between the elementary school and the cemetery.  But it was enough for me to pretend I was a Native American walking in silence, like in A Light in the Forest, or an explorer.  I played and ran through those sparse trails so many times as a girl that I still have dreams about them.  They are a housing subdivision today.


Any time I could get out in the forest with my Brownie troop or a church day camp group, I relished the ability to hide or run, screaming like a banshee, in woodland chase.  There was some tying of our youth director to a tree and some discipline for leaving my girl scout trail buddy to go further into the woods than anyone else wanted to, but you can't let a suburban child with a heart for nature loose among the trees without a bit of wildness.



All this to say that my husband drove me, as I lay back in the passenger seat, like a knitting gangsta,  to The Big Thicket for the day, as in the photos above.


Then we went camping at Village Creek as a family with our kids, my son-in-law, and his little brother for a few days (below).  There was a campfire, trails, meals in which everyone contributed, marshmallows, and canoeing.  I had time to laze about in a hammock and knit on my Journey sweater.  What more could I want?  There was also one rainy night, which I kind of love when sleeping in a canvas topped pop-up.





My children inherited the need for trails from me.  They just didn't, or don't, know it until adulthood, as evidenced on my son's face, below.


 When my daughter was three I'd take her to a park with a tiny bit of trees and I'd run the trail with her in a jogging stroller.  She'd let me as long as we played Pocahontas afterward.  We usually took this drama to the nearby playground where all the children, and their parents, heard my impersonation of Pocahontas' father.  I do a mean Chief Powhatan.   Later I'd push both of of my children in a double jogger down a larger trail system in the Pineywoods.  Then I'd unbuckle them and it would be a setting for pretend space exploration.  Because trees and creeks and trails aren't exciting enough.


As they got older.  I found that the best conversations happened on the trail, even if they didn't originally want to go.  And they never originally wanted to go.  The most hardened of teenagers will open up after an hour of hiking.  I think my memories of laughing and hearing their stories about schools and friends that they'd never told me before is my favorite thing about family vacations.  Because, my kids are funny.  I remember hearing about things that secretly scared my daughter and my son's antics under the bleachers during Friday night games.  Oh, guys, I'm so full of longing as I type this that I might burst, or weep.



No, I'll save it for when she graduates from college Friday... or when they move.


 (more on my instagram and flickr)

I have a feeling nature will be my solace when that happens.  Also, my daughter says we can visit and camp with them  a lot, so why cry?  Besides, next week is the beach.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Knot Tyer and Proud of It

Is it tier or tyer?  Whatever.  I wanted to post my progress on my Waterrock vest and Kinton tee, both by Jennifer Kelley of Appalachian Knits, but you'll have to prepare yourself because you're about to see the seedy underbelly of the knitting world: tiny, desperate, cotton ends, created by running short on yarn before the project is finished.  And lots of knots.



I did use the Magic Knot technique, as I did on the Baby Granny Stripe Blanket, but only halfway through the vest.  So, there are still lots of ends- all of them short.

But who cares?  It fits!  And I had enough yarn, just enough, to finish it!  I blocked for width.  I'd originally planned to knit it extra long so I could throw it in the dryer and still have a good length when the denim shrank, but I was too short on yarn for that.

I also thought I'd mention that the I-cord edgings tighten things up a bit, so if it fits nice and loose before that, it may be fitted afterward, as with mine.  In the same way, if it feels too loose at the neck and arms, you may just need to wait for the edgings to get the perfect fit.

So, I won't be wearing this over button-up shirts, just tanks.  I'm okay with that, especially since the Kinton tee, which I cast on immediately upon finishing my Waterrock, will have positive ease.  Ignore any dirty paw prints you see on my patio furniture backdrop.  Dogs run my life.


Linton is loose, but not without a big 7" swatch.  My real swatch was the perfect gauge when knit in Lindy Chain with size 0s.  (Ah, my old friend 0's, how I hate you), but as I knitted the back panel, it got tighter and tighter.  So the beautiful progress you see below was ripped back and re-knit into the progress you see beneath it.  The second time I used size 2 needles like a normal person.


It's actually moving fairly quickly now.  As you can see I finished the neckline and began the front.  When I join for working in the round, I think it will fly.


I didn't finish my Kinton in time for the end of the Appalachian Knits Spring Kal, so I obviously never gotto the Allegany shawl or Old Rag, but I will get to them.

Both Waterrock and Kinton should be included in the second quarter of the Natural Wardrobe MAL, either and maybe the Tops Tanks and Tees KAL, if there's an extension.

I have been rotten about reading your blogs and posting here.  This is a busier time than I predicted- my daughter is graduating from college, my son's end of the year banquets, prom, award ceremonies, Eagle Scout project, and doctor appointments with my grandmother.  Somewhere in there I brush my hair, occasionally.  But, but I am determined to post a little something more regularly just to keep the habit alive and a time carved out of my evenings cause I miss you guys.