Candy Cane Craziness

Greetings, all,

I've escaped to the North Pole for a brief little tryst with a hot little elf...

...or maybe I've just been struck mute with all the holiday happenings.

Will return soon with pictures of knee socks... if the stupid things ever end. Good grief the yarn just never seems to run out! (You know it's bad when a knitter is praying for the skein to just stop and run dry...)

Happy holidays to all and to all a good night... of sewing, knitting, friends and merriment!

Discovery

Professor Wolfgang Smartypants is thrilled to announce the discovery of Giftias Kellicus, a new species found in the Chez Leslie ecosystem.

Through intense study and deliberation, Professor Smartypants has surmised that the new species migrated an unimaginable distance, originating in the productive and inspiring land of AfricanKelli. This land is generally known for its baked goods and sewn creations so the emergence of such a highly evolved species as Giftias Kellicus comes with little surprise to the scientific community.

Professor Smartypants notes the species’ unique coloring which is suggestive of the holiday season, but in a trendy, stylized manner so as to extend wear beyond the limitations of poinsettia-friendly dates specified in the life cycle of holiday gear. “Even more exciting,” the good doctor proclaims, “is the assumption that species is reversible and the green interior could be displayed year-round, even in the harshest of fashion-criticizing climates.”

Giftias Kellicus is derived from the well-known Amy Butler phylum and the Swing bag genus. Professor Smartypants indicates that current interest in this genus paired with the new arrival could lead to an outbreak of additional members of the genus but believes that this could only enhance the Chez Leslie ecosystem. “While most traditional ecosystems are bound by space resources, Chez Leslie seems to hold infinite room for the purse kingdom. This really is a welcoming environment for purses, bags, totes and the like.”

Seen here in its native habitat, Giftias Kellicus is surrounded by like-minded species, Starbucks Cupicus, Victorian Novelicus and Stash Yarnicus. The four species seem to form a symbiotic relationship wherein Giftias Kellicus serves as host to the Victorian Novelicus and Stash Yarnicus while Starbucks Cupicus provides sustenance via regular spillage. Although the arrival of Giftias Kellicus is a new development in the Chez Leslie ecosystem, all studies indicate a long and exciting life of adventure await the species.

That Special Shade of Blue

Around this time of year, beloved girls far and wide start to look high and low for a box big or small in that oh so special shade of blue.





The rest of us go to our local Knitting Guild holiday bazaar and buy ourselves a bit of blue. If there won't be Tiffany on my fingers, there will Koigu on my toes.

Deck the Halls

How can you help but be full of holiday spirit when surrounded by glittering aluminum?

I decided to go with a pink, silver and gold theme this year so my halls aren't quite as bedecked as with the blue and silver scheme of old (well, the past three years), but I'll probably be thankful for that in January when it's time to put it all away. Things have been too busy lately to go all out anyway, but a little vintage sparkle helps to make those nights at the computer a little cheerier.

I love my "tacky tree" as my father describes these vintage jewels. I found it at an antique store in Missouri when I took a day off from working on my master's degree to go junk hunting with the girls of the family. It's a little Charlie Brown pathetic in that the center post has some chips, it's missing several limbs and the limbs that are here are rather, um, crumpled. Nonetheless, I love its bling and this was before these trees became so popular so I got a real bargain on it. My mother and aunt looked at it and said, "Oh, um, sure, yeah, you should get that" while they were clearly thinking, "Good grief that thing is disgusting. She was clearly raised by wolves with no taste. We must get her out of the library more often and really, maybe we should get her new glasses while we're at it. At least she lives far away so we can just pretend we don't know her."

They both had silver "tacky trees" of their own the following year.

My mom even found the rotating color lamp which is now a fire hazard, but a pretty cool fire hazard.

These sunburst ornaments are some of my favorites, if only because they just make you go "huh?" Sun faces on Christmas ornaments when there's a foot of snow outside? I found them at a local thrift store and I can only imagine that they once belonged to a little Italian or Polish grandma with orange Aqua Net hair, the kind of little old lady who goes to Florida for the winter. She and Ralph tool around Buffalo in the summer in a big Caddy, decorating the front lawn with flamingos and gnomes and talking about the big shuffleboard tournament in Palm Springs. They probably shipped these home to the kiddies, stuck in Buffalo for the winter. I imagine little Ethel wrote out a note that annoyed her daughter to no end so she dumped the sun-themed ornaments into a box with the stale fruitcake and the bedazzled sweatsuit with matching floral muu-muu and sent the lot to the junk, where of course I bought them and brought them home to my own kitschy abode. I get to think of dear, crazy Ethel every year when I hang them up. I bet Ethel would be happy to come visit and help, provided I gave her a big cup of rum with a dash of egg nog.

Hope your days are sparkly and your hearths bedecked with tacky or tasteful!

Now if I could only find one of Ethel's flamingos to use as a tree topper...

P.S. If anyone else is into junk hunts, I mean, vintage treasure searches, check out the Vintage Swaps. I'm going to give it a try for a round in January. The theme is "beauty" and I definitely think that means I need to get cracking on making a bag or two out of those trampy toiletry curtains.

Knit Unto Others

Thanks for all your encouragement on my holiday gluttony. Boots are ordered and looks like I'll be sweating up a storm with my year of training. To make up for this splurge, I'll definitely need to go on another yarn and fabric diet while I'm focusing on healthier eating in the new year!

But before this turns into a completely selfish blog, though I'd share a pair of mittens that I completed for Lynne's mitten collection for local children.

Pattern: Mittens (with mods)

Yarn: stash acrylic... it's much, much brighter than any camera could capture. We're talking yellow that will flash out loudly even when buried under six feet of snow bright.

Needles: Sz. 6 bamboo dpns

Recipient: From Hearts to Hands... (charity collection for Buffalo children)

Mods: I made the toddler size (CO 24) but decided to do these in the round rather than seamed. Changed ribbing to garter stitch. Ignored the length specified and knit until they looked proportional, if mittens can be proportional.

I'm going to guess my yarn fudging caused problems here or maybe I was really off on gauge, but I tried the larger size from this pattern and ended up with grown-up mittens... or mitten. I may finish that one off for charity later or more likely, I'll get greedy and keep it myself. These are definitely NOT toddler sized but they at least should fit children.

The buttons are a tiny little plane and helicopter since they needed a little somethin' somethin'.

Quick and easy project that I wish I'd started sooner so I could've sent more hand-knit mittens. I haven't done too many of these small projects lately. Kinda fun to actually see the end of something! I definitely see a hat or two in my very near future...

Would You Still Love Me If I Wore Ugg Boots?

Amongst the pithy life decisions that need to be made in the coming weeks, I'm contemplating a serious purchase.

Ugg-esque boots

This contemplation is troubling on several fronts, the greatest of which may just be my fall from fashion icon status were I to wear said boots in public.

(Please know that I nearly choked writing that last sentence. Would a real fashion icon be sitting here posting to the blogosphere sporting a bleach-stained sweatshirt from college whose kelly green clashes severely with her lime green Crocs and forest green socks? I know, I have a wardrobe to make Oprah jealous. There are reason I only take pictures of my knitting.)

But here are the points in favor of this fanciful purchase:

1. I actually live in a climate that warrants warm footwear.

2. Increased travels to the gym in winter demand snow-proof footwear that is easy-on, easy-off, even after excessive lunges which severely limit the function of my lower body and the mental capacity for such difficult operations such as shoe laces.

3. They aren't reeeeally Uggs, just ugg-esque.

4. I have entirely skipped the trend thus far. (See: "fashion icon" above... Granted, this may only be evidence that I'm a loser who catches trends two years after they are passe, but who's keeping track of these things? Sienna Miller still wears her Uggs after all...)

5. I promise to never, ever wear them with gauchos.

6. The most convincing reason of all...I am not a Hollywood starlet and therefore will not under any circumstances be wearing the ugg-esque footwear with a mini-cocktail dress on the red carpet.

But maybe with my stylin' new kicks, I'll become a Hollywood starlet and invite you all to the swanky premiere of my new film... After all, LiLo is holed away in rehab for a good long while and someone has to nab that Oscar.

By the way, did you know there was a trademark scandel around the infamous fashion no-no's? And it's worse than wearing Target knock-offs.

Indecision

I had my first session with a personal trainer this morning.

I spent the rest of the day on the couch reading and contemplating button choices for the CPH.

I'm considering a year-long plan.

I'm considering brown buttons.

Closing in on the Hood

It feels so homey to say that I've got a sweater blocking in the other room. Why can't it smell as nice as saying 'I've got bread rising in the other room'?

I reeeeally want to finish this one before our next Guild meeting on the 13th and I've only got a hood, a button band and seaming standing in my way. Speaking of the button band, I'm having a hard time figuring out how I want to finish this one. I may try to set up a poll on possible closures. I'm thinking buttons since I have quite a few zippered cardigan sweaters, but the strange color of the yarn isn't really helping here. If we ever get a sunny day, I'll try to get accurately colored pics and seek the wisdom of the Internets for this one.

Movie Review

Since many of us knit while watching movies, thought I’d try to throw in a movie review or two if I stumble upon something interesting. Friday night’s sleeve cap was produced while watching Lumumba, a movie about Patrice Lumumba, Prime Minister of the Congo for a very brief and contentious time in 1960. I’m getting better about knitting to subtitles, but this one was a challenge. I didn’t feel that I had enough background knowledge to entirely follow everything so I had to watch pretty closely to make sure I didn’t miss important references. It was also a pretty tense film which I think may show in my tension here and there. The film starts with the murders of the leaders so even if your knowledge of African history is pretty slim, you aren’t wondering what’s going to happen. Granted, this just means that you sit through two hours of impending doom, but I guess I’d rather know the ship was going to sink rather than hoping for the movie-ending lifeboat to swoop in at the end.

Overall, I’d give this one a thumbs up for capturing the difficult work of nation-building in a post-colonial context. It has all the elements of a Hollywood political thriller with the added bonus of being real. Maybe not a good knitting movie, but one to add to your list if you enjoy intrigue and political history.

Excuse the political diatribe here, but I couldn’t help but watch and think of the civil strife in Iraq. People wonder how a country can descend into civil war after a tyrant is removed. I’ve gotten pretty steamed up lately about people criticizing Iraqi civilians for the strife and discord. After all, this is the time when things are supposed to be hunky dory and perfect and peaceful and optimistic. This film really showed how in a time of revolution and even following said revolution, massive internal conflict is inevitable. I don’t know what is right for Iraq, but I know it’s wrong to expect a nation to peacefully emerge immediately once out of a time of chaotic rule or to categorize people as inept or foolish for having the same difficulties that have occurred time and time again.

Aldous Huxley wrote, “That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach.” So much to learn, so much work to do in this great and confusing world of ours.

Be Done

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” - Emerson

I’ve been a little bit disappointed with myself lately. Last Thanksgiving I ran my first 5K, was dating a hot doctor and was preparing for my first upper-level undergraduate course. This year I was knitting knee socks.

I suppose my year-end reflection period is kicking in a month early. I’m starting to feel that knitting is getting in the way of living. Or perhaps it's better to state that I'm using knitting as an excuse for not living. The problem is not giving up a Friday night out on the town to settle in with knitting and Netflix. It’s the random weeknight that I choose to spend knitting rather than going to the gym. Or more accurately, it's the night I skip the gym and plan to have a night of knitting but end up foofing around the apartment and doing absolutely nothing, crafty or otherwise. It’s the hours I spend absent-mindedly reading blogs rather than engaging with life, on-line or off. It’s planning projects, or just day-dreaming about them, rather than planning healthy meals.

Granted, last year's doc was a dud, my 5K crawl would’ve made many of you real athletes cringe with shame, and I’m not sure my students learned a darn thing, but as last year came to an end, I was excited and happy. I had things to be proud of and things to look forward to. I know that to a degree that’s still true. Things are moving on my dissertation and I've had several successes professionally lately. I just don’t feel the thrill that I felt a year ago and I’m trying to address why and most importantly, how to get it back.

I suppose I'm writing this only because blogging felt a little 'off' last week when I was in Missouri. I was obsessing about all those things I should've done, said or written, emails never sent, workouts never completed, friends never called. And to no surprise, obsessing over what wasn't done left me zero motivation to do anything about any of it.

Today at the office we cleaned for an upcoming move and in a matter of hours we filled a small dumpster with student papers from 1987, edited drafts of newsletters published in 1998, and disks full of materials prepared on obsolete versions of WordPerfect. There was a spirit of glee as we pitched, even from the most notorious of hoarders (ahem, that would be yours truly).

I keep this Emerson quote on my nightstand as a reminder to stop my obsession and guilt but as I start the last month of the year, I feel like I need to be reminded of this a little more strongly. Here's to ending the year on a high note.

Turkey Surprise

I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving weekend. I planned a secret trip to the Midwest with the intention of surprising everyone at the big feast. Everything was going swimmingly, or as swimmingly as any family plan goes with my crazy clan, until I got the call on Tuesday night, while I’m packing of course, “Your mom just cancelled Thanksgiving.” Um, what?

Seems strep throat hit hard and landed my mom on the couch rather than by the stove. At that point it was going to be too expensive to change plans so I loaded onto my early morning flight, worried that my cousin and I may be put in charge of the feast. For safe measure, I wrote down the turkey hotline number running on CNN in the airport restaurant. I don’t think we were the only ones concerned about the fiasco potential in letting the younger generation be in charge of the festivities. Just when my grandparents were about to call in help from the pizza delivery boy, we pulled it together and ended up putting out three turkeys, a ham, two kinds of dressing, five pies and enough side dishes to fill two tables. Yeah, three turkeys… don’t ask. I think we had too many surprises planned for one holiday.

Of course, just to keep it interesting, as soon as my mom recovers, we get a call that my brother is in the hospital with a severe case of the flu. I suppose my immune system deserves a raise since I was able to escape the various plagues without so much as a cough.

With a large part of the group feeling a bit under the weather and another large contingent assigned to a weekend of moving my aunt and uncle into their new abode, I had some time to snuggle into a comfy recliner and work on my Socktoberfest socks. Knee socks here I come. Or that's the plan at least. I'm sure there will be some more surprises along the way...

To Make or To Save

Last summer I found these great vintage curtains at a rummage sale and added them to the stash with the intention of someday turning them into something great. I'm not sure if the Amy Butler Betty Shopper bag will be great or not, but I'm excited to use goodies from the stash.

The marks in the selvage say that these were curtains "Inspired by Little Lady Toiletries." So far I haven't been able to find any info about these products, but I'm guessing it was either a doll or toy set or possibly even real bath products marketed for young girls.

To be honest, the faces on the little ladies are a bit more little tramp than anything so I'm guessing these goodies were meant to teach all the future tarts of the world how to go from bath to ballet with only seven applications of blue eye shadow. And let's not go into what that may say about me turning the curtains into a very large bag. I just promise that I won't fill it full of powders, pomades and perfumes.

Hope you are all having a great Thanksgiving with the little ladies in your life!

Unraveling

Friday night I sat down to finish the second sleeve of my hoodie with a movie and a bit of soy nog.* Turns out, I’d already seen the movie, but if Matt Damon is in it, who cares, right? So there I was knitting away with my rerun and liquid soybeans, just ready to cast off when I thought I’d be all kinds of crazy and count my stitches. Imagine my surprise when I had eight more than I should. Oops. And I wasn’t even knitting under the influence this time!

Seems I kinda just skipped over several of those details… like binding off two stitches at the beginning of the row four times. Guess I shouldn’t assume that just because I’d already knit one sleeve the right way, I’d be able to master a second sleeve. Should I just fudge it at the end? Maybe it wouldn’t matter. It’ll all block out even, right?

Yeah, been there and tried it and you know what? Cheaters never win… especially in knitting.

So yesterday morning, I ripped. Besides the health benefits of choosing soy nog over my usual knitting night cap, I have to say that it’s a good thing I was alcohol-free Friday night and therefore rational enough to know that ripping should be done in the daylight with coffee.

Later tonight, I will begin again, carefully reading the instructions this time.

While ripping is perhaps not the most enjoyable aspect of knitting, I do like the do-over factor. *Poof* It’s like the goof never happened, well, aside from the fact that at one point I had a finished sleeve and now I have a sleeve that needs a few hours of work. Essentially though, I get to rewind back to Friday evening, before the goof, before the movie made me forget how to read directions.

Sometimes I wish more of life had a do-over factor. This week sorta flew by too fast for me to catch the slip-ups or even read the directions. I started several blog entries and never finished them before they were made obsolete by the need for a new blog entry for a new day. Then it became a week’s worth of entries and I thought I should do something, well, pretty darn neat. But, er, em… I just don’t have pretty darn neat in me right now. I had a good week of observing an expensive and complicated experiment which has absolutely nothing to do with my own research, attending an amazing Broadway-type show, and enjoying several outings with the girls. But for some reason, that’s all I’m going to say about it for now.

Maybe I’m feeling quiet since I’m in reading mode for my dissertation, the weeks where you soak in all you can and become a sponge lurking about the library in search of some little detail that you don’t have yet. Maybe I’m feeling quiet because my knitting and crafting have been on the non-existent to dull side lately. Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s 4 p.m. and dark here. Whatever it is, here’s to wiping the slate clean and starting over on attempting to blog and craft and keep up with the world.

* See, told you I was getting into this eating healthier thing. I’ll certainly be splurging on “real” egg nog when I’m home for the holidays, but for now, VitaSoy’s Holly Nog will do.

Keepin' Track

This is lame, but I really do want to try for a post a day and unfortunately tonight's blogging time was lost in my new obsession.

www.myfooddiary.com

Although counting calories isn't nearly as much fun as counting stitches, I think it may mean that I can justify a crack dealer scale for dividing sock yarn more precisely, er, I mean, measuring my din-din more precisely.

Projects

I had a rainy weekend at home to focus on work and crafting. Fortunately for my dissertation, I really got into the reading. I really was dorky beyond belief and loving every minute of it.

Unfortunately for my blog, my crafting was mostly at the stage of work. You know the stage in any project (or most projects at least) where the thrill is gone and you just have to slog on through to get to the good parts again?

If I ever have a cut a 4 inch denim square again, it will be too soon. Hopefully my collection of hundreds of these little buggers will get me through a few quilt tops. It's a great way to recycle jeans and the end product is a great cuddle blanket, but one too many dates with a rotary cutter gets on a girl's nerves. At least there were no quilting injuries this time...

I did find a chance to start a donation for a mitten collection for Buffalo children. I'm hoping to put together a few pairs in the coming weeks, even if I do end up buying them at T@rget on the night before they're due! This one may be an oops since it ended up more grown-up size than kid size, but maybe there's some cold, mitten-less mutant six-year-old with extra large hands and darnit she'll need some lovin'. Yeah, or maybe I'll just bury this one under the store-bought goods and hope no one associates the freak donation with the single girl who clearly has no clue about the wee ones among us. I'll post pattern and yarn notes when it's finished. I grabbed whatever was on top of the stash and can't decide if this is yarn that should be blasted with vehemence or used for all future child-friendly projects, even if those projects won't fit any child under the age of 25.

Finally, I finished another square of the Lizard Ridge afghan, but we're not really playing nice right now. I want to post something a little more, um, diplomatic to the group knitalong to get advice, but there was much swearing and a bit of teeth gnashing over how this skein knotted up on itself as I was knitting. You knit from the inside and outside of the skein at the same time, and I swear those two pieces of yarn were magnets for each other. It was like they were felting together in mid-air. When I was working the first square, I mis-read the directions and ended up cutting my yarn after each section so there wasn't a long piece to tangle. Zip zap, that square just came together as fast as I could knit it. Since I'm 80% sure I'm going to put a backing on the afghan, I can do a messy job of weaving in the umpteen hundred ends, right? Anyone have any Noro tips for knitting on both ends at the same time? You gotta keep 'em separated! (Hope I can keep my ends separated so I don't have be separated from this gorgeous project!)

On a good note, I'm on my second sleeve of the Central Park Hoodie. Hopefully I'll have blocking shots in the next few days. Bring on the fun parts of my projects!

Mmm

Well, so much for a post a day. I've had one of those slightly 'off' weeks where I've come home at night and felt like avoiding the computer. I suppose this is a good thing, as I've spent my time reading and actually knitting, but I do miss blogging.

Anyway, without further delay, some yarn p0rn for your viewing pleasure...

Mmmm... Noro... Kureyon for the Lizard Ridge pattern and various other projects. I'm really looking forward to starting the Child's Rainbow Scarf from Last Minute Knitted Gifts, but my last afghan square was, um, difficult. And by difficult, I mean a 12 inch square of pure cursing like a pirate unhappy knitter... something I'll gab about in a later post which I may or may not include on the group knitalong, depending upon how many of those colorful words I choose to include. My question, oh blog readers, is how terribly, frustratingly, annoyingly itchy is this scarf going to be? Is this really a look-but-don't-touch kinda yarn?

Double Mmmmmm... Silk Garden for Lady Eleanor from Scarf Style. Need I say more?

Methinks diet season is just around the corner. From yarn to fabric to chocolate chip cookies, I need to do a bit less intake and more making and sweating. If only crafty and sugary goodies weren't so darn tempting!

Wonders

Today was a yummy, yummy day. I got to spend the entire day in a sunny corner of the sofa being reminded of why I actually wanted to do the PhD in the first place... the wonder of discovering something new in the pages of a book.

I'm starting research on London's Great Exhibition of 1851 and today's read was an account of the affair written in the 1930's. It's a scholarly publication, but with more charm and gusto than most things written now. It's pretty clear that the author was busting to tell the story of how bird sh!t nearly ruined years of planning and work. For various complicated reasons, they had to build the exhibition hall around the trees and as sparrows are wont to do, they loved taking up residence inside. They couldn't shoot the pests with glass ceilings and all, and the various methods of using nets were equally problematic. The greatest minds of the day were stumped. Luckily, an elderly Duke or General or something stepped in with the answer, "hawks." I can only imagine the carnage in this place that was to go on to be one of the greatest wonders of the 19th c.

I mean, really, imagine if the birds had kept the public from seeing such wonders as this: "There was the usual buttonless, reversible, self-sustaining, self-opening, ventilating, one-piece, and even 'mathematical' underwear." Self-sustaining undies? Only the Victorians...

Some of his presentation of the domestic arts is interesting in its quirks. Despite making quite a few points about the "industrious poor" and attempting to defend the lower classes, he nonetheless dismisses any of the presentations of cotton textiles to move on the silks, despite reminding us that England made its fortune in cotton. Beauty before function, I suppose. As he says, "It was a period that took a sensual pleasure in stuffs, when fifty guineas worth of silk were cut to swing and rustle round a single pair of legs." A reasonably successful engineer in the 1860s made 100 pounds/yr, and a guinea is slightly more than a pound, so if his wife wished to prove herself higher than her middle class status, she'd take up half his salary for one ball gown, and that's not including the "extras" that we all know go into a proper ball ensemble. Beauty always comes at a price, doesn't it, dahhhling?

The crafty among us might also enjoy this little gem. "Lace and embroidery included many curious objects, loyal and sentimental, the produce of long evenings and lonely firesides." We have a long way to go to shake the notion of the crafty spinster, toiling away in borderline misery with her needles.


Unfortunately there are no pictures of "mathematical" underwear or the silk chess sets which were submitted by lonely women, but I'm going to try to scan a few of the images in to share over the next few days. There are some gorgeous depictions of the goods on display and I love how the catalogue arranges common goods like scissors much like the Martha Stewart art/cataloging pictures of today. Yummy, yummy stuff.

Of course there was much about the Exhibition that's troubling and the book does only a fair job of demonstrating that. "There was a twelve-shilling rifle specially designed for purposes of barter with the African native, side by side with totally different models for the purpose of shooting him down. Also from Birmingham was a selection of shackles, leg-irons, manacles, fetters, and handcuffs made for export to the Southern States of America. The sword, unfortunately, is far more interesting than the plough-share."

And how disappointing (but predictable) to find this statement: "And so we finish the British section: only the colonies lie between us and the foreign exhibits in the eastern nave. But nobody who can remember Wembley will want to linger long over Antigua, Canada, Jamaica, New Zealand, St. Kitts', Van Dieman's Land, or even over the immense display of the East India Company. To our great grandfathers, the Indian section was half the fun of the whole show; they pored and gloated over the objects of brass and bamboo that had taken fifty years to make. To-day, when the art and wisdom of the East command a less unquestioning respect, they would be spread in vain before our eyes."

Yikes! Go back, go back, I wanted to tell my literary tour guide. I want to linger over that space of the colonies. I'm spending years of my life reading about those things that were found in just that space that you ignored. Sigh... and this is why we need modern research, to pick up where our charming, quaint but terribly flawed predecessors left off. (Just as those that follow us will have to correct all our quaint but horribly flawed ideas.)

(Apologies for the history lesson. I just get so, so terribly excited about my nerdy stuff. I actually had a few wonders arrive in my mailbox today so yarn porn tomorrow, provided I make it through another long, lonely night making lace by the fire.)

Oops

There is definitely something in the air. I spent the entire day cleaning out *stuff,* tossing it into bags for Goodwill, posting it on ebay to hopefully earn back a few of the many dollars I've spent on all this clutter and sometimes just tossing it because it was really nothing but trash. The "to do" list from 2002... I think it can go. And to think I've moved that piece of paper into two different apartments. That's just ridiculous! I really wish I was an anti-clutter person, but this has always been a struggle for me. I just love my treasures and it seems I love my trash just as well!

I am finally starting to let go of the yarn "mistakes" that I made early in my knitting obsession. A whole box of unidentified brown chenille yarn that sheds? Um, gotta go. I had visions of a dark chocolate afghan but then I woke up and listed this one on ebay for another yarn newbie. I guess if you actually liked knitting with chenille, this would be the mother load, but that's for another knitter out in Internet land. I may even break into the general Lion Brand stash* tomorrow and do a complete clean sweep. Anyone else have some "oops-es" floating around the stash?

Even my computer was cluttered! I can't say that you can see much of an improvement, but at least I know that many, many photo sessions of knitting projects have been sent off to the electronic graveyard to allow room for many more photo sessions of knitting projects. I can handle yarn taking up space, but pictures of yarn have got to go!

*Not that I've only made mistakes on cheap yarn. I've got a pricey skein of silk something or other that was for a beaded purse class... because grad students have so many opportunities to use a beaded purse out of pale pink that would show every speck of dust. Not ready to admit defeat on that one yet, but the day may come and if it does, you'll be the first to know.

Socktoberfest Summary

Well, I enjoyed looking at pictures of all the socks that others finished this month so much that I'm going to keep my Socktoberfest project going awhile longer...

... just to make the fun last. That's it. It has nothing to do with not finishing them in a month, not at all...

(Really, I just want to finish them so I can wear my striped socks in a picture like the button design!)

*Gulp*

This morning, I went here

www.fuzzymabel.com

and bought this

Noro Silk Garden #232

for this

Lady Eleanor, Scarf Style

and this

Noro Kureyon, various shades

for this

Knitty's Lizard Ridge Afghan

and this

Child's Rainbow Scarf - Last Minute Knitted Gifts

and this

Fake Isle hat from November Magknits

I also discovered this to add to the Must-Make list.

Berrocco free pattern - Puzzle Bag

(Yes, I'm an English teacher that loves crosswords. Go figure.)

Tomorrow, I will go here

www.ebay.com

to attempt to sell enough of this and that from around the apartment to make up for the credit card carnage.

Lara

(Excuse the bad pics. It's dark and I'm tired and yeah, well, I'm no model...)

Tonight I had my second Knitter's Guild meeting and of course I had to face the "what to wear" dilemma. I mean, c'mon, a room full of knitters and you best be bustin' out the good stuff. I went for discreet and safe last time. No seams to inspect or stitches to analyze in a pair of handknit socks tucked safely away from discriminating eyes.


But now that I've officially been allowed to join, I figured it was high time to show these ladies (all 200 of 'em) just what level of mediocrity they're letting into the ranks. It's time to wear a handknit sweater in a room full of knitters. This could be bad, bad, bad...

Since it's now gotten rather chilly here, it's time for the wool sweaters. I actually finished this one this summer but I never blogged it because I just couldn't face putting on a wool/mohair blend concoction in the hot weather. Wimp, yes I am. For some reason I also thought I didn't like the fit but I don't think it's so bad as I imagined. In the book, you're supposed to wrap the two sides of the collar over each other, but I like it better loose, perhaps because I'm wearing a loose t-shirt under it today.

Pattern: Lara from the Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk collection

Yarn: Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride worsted

Needles: I think I used 8's, but I'm not entirely positive

Dates: February - August, 2006

Recipient: me, me, me

Notes: This is a great pattern and one that I will be making again. It curls a bit at the bottom so I'm considering going back and doing a crochet edge, but it doesn't bother me enough to not wear it as is. My side seams are also wonky where I cast on stitches, but I actually saw another woman wearing this sweater tonight at the meeting and she had the same issue with the side seams.

I really like the Lamb's Pride yarn but I think I'd make this in a different yarn the next time. The mohair content makes it just a little hairy and itchy for me. I tried this with a short sleeve t-shirt and there was no having that nonsense, even though I'm not particularly sensitive to wool.

So I guess I'm a real blogger now. I've made the Lara and done the Rachael pose. And I really be a real blogger soon since I think Clapotis is moving up in my knitting rotation.

Oh, and other big news, I'm going to get to update (or redo) the local Guild's website! I suppose it's a sign of true dorkiness that this makes me inordinately happy.

NaBloPoMo post #2

Gifts

My weekend junk store partner came bearing her own treasures to offer… a vase made by her very talented husband. He is pursuing a master’s degree in ceramics while she works at a production jewelry company and pursues her own art work in metals. Can you imagine the kind of amazing Halloween costumes their children will have one day? Cool Christmas gifts? Or science fair projects?

Anyway, I’m honored to display art work produced by friends. Maybe someday my friend will let me show off and brag about her own work that she is much too modest about.

On an entirely different level of creative production, I decided to go into my craft room/pit of destruction and pull out the first sewing project that I came across and get at it. Nothing like digging out a quilt that was promised to your brother years ago. And the really horrible thing is that I was able to complete the piecing in two nights at the machine. Oops, guess I shouldn’t have filed that one away for so long. I still have to finish tying this, but I may just have a finished gift to bring home at Christmas.

This is one of my favorite quilts to make. I made a large one for myself years ago and use it pretty much year round. I’ve made one as a wedding gift for another friend and have at least two more planned. It’s pretty much a no-brainer sewing project and you can feel good about making good use of old jeans that are too worn out for the Salvation Army. I hit the jackpot a few years ago and scored two garbage bags full of jeans for a quarter a piece so I’m set for a good while. If you’re on my Christmas list, you may just be getting a denim quilt under the tree…

And since I’m really trying to do this post-a-day month, I may just post instructions for this no-brainer, just for the heck of it. After all, Lone Knitter, you’re going to need some simple sewing projects when you convince your mom to give you her machine!

On a not really related note, it seems the commercial world has decided that since Halloween is officially over, it is time to bombarb us with messages about the holiday season and its all-too-quick approach. Actually, I saw Christmas cards at Target a few weeks ago, but they were discreetly displayed in the back of the store for the super-organized among us to start those letters. Today, I came across three Christmas internet ads while doing my usual poking around. Ugh. In my own little act of celebrating the giving aspect of the holidays while staving off the last-minute panicked run to the mall, I'm going to try to prepare and/or give a gift of some sort every day for the rest of the year. This may be getting together something for the numerous family and friend birthdays coming up as well as actual Christmas gifts or donating a "gift" to charity, be that a financial gift or an item to take to Goodwill. I must admit that this is partly a selfish act as it would be nice to start the new year with a lighter closet and a few checkmarks on my list of crafty projects that I'd like to make for others. Hopefully it will also keep my own urge to get into the holiday panic (and the accompanying credit card bills) at bay.

National Blog Posting Month Entry #1

Treasures

I spent a lovely weekend pursuing an old hobby: hunting for treasures (or junk as the case may be). I used to be a regular at thrift stores and rummage sales, filling my trunk with all sorts of baubles and bric-a-brac. I'd pick up this and that with the all-too-common justification, "I can make something out of that."

Enter FlyLady and I reformed (for the most part), realizing that I had more projects than I could ever complete, more gee-gaws than I could ever display and more second-hand clothes than I could ever wear. I've been off the rummage sale circuit for several summers now and my Amvets trips are generally to deposit rather than accumulate.

However, I do miss the thrill of the chase and what better reason to return to the musty aisles than a visit from an out-of-town friend who loves a good junk hunt?

So, Saturday afternoon we headed out and returned with arms full of goodies, which is a big improvement over returning home with a car full of goodies. The damage to my storage was minimal, a sake set and a polka dot dish for the kitchen... some lace, vintage tropical fabric and appliqued quilt blocks for the craft room... and a wire baseket to "fauxganize" something."

I'm really enamoured with this find... 24 blocks on canvas, approx. 24"x24" with flannel flag squares appliqued in the center (and all for only $12). Although these pictures make them look rather bright, the colors are muted and look old. I can't find any rhyme or reason to the countries chosen and I have no clue how I'm going to piece these. Right now I'm thinking I want some sort of folk art flannel like this, but this may be put on the back burner until I get to the big quilting show/event/shopping spree in Paducah, KY in May.

To be perfectly honest, I actually got a warm-up sesson last Wednesday when another friend invited me on an Amvets hunt after I made a total pig of myself at the Indian buffet. All you can eat chicken malai, um, sure, I'll take more of that. And yes, I'd love to give that nifty pink dish set a new home, thankyouverymuch.

It's very nice to rediscover old loves (even if they smell a bit musty) but I think I'll stick to my thrift store avoidance for the sake of my bank account and my closet. Well, I'll stay away for a week or two at least...

Piles and Potty Problems

My family has annointed me with the title of Holiday Holocaust for my unique ability to call home during a family feast and totally ruin it with some sort of emotional upheaval. I personally think it's a special talent, but they aren't exactly proud. Well, I believe it's time for a new moniker. How's about Plumbing Piraya? Or maybe Freak Flooding Frida? Personally, I like Pioneer Princess Wannabe... as in, I just luuuuurv having to boil water on the stove for heat and an old fashioned sponge bath. And if I get to do it by candlelight... mmm, baby, now we're talking.

Thursday evening while I was working away on this pile o' books, little did I know that my basement was filling with water. (Guess that means I was really concentrating or something...) Luckily my landlord happened to come home just in time and we were able to locate the leak, or explosion as it was. Having flashbacks of the episode of a toilet tank shooting water into the air a few weeks ago, I got to witness my hot water tank performing the same little geyser effect. Mmm, fun times. So off goes the hot water and off it will stay until Monday. And of course I'm having a friend come in from out of town tonight. Welcome to Buffalo, hope you brought your camping supplies because we really don't have these modern conveniences like water and electricity on a regular basis.


The Central Park Hoodie progresses... onto the sleeves...

Oh well, at least writing and knitting don't work up too much of a sweat so the sponge bath with water boiled on the stove is sufficient, at least until I can again hit up friends with facilities a few blocks away. Don't you want to come visit too? Maybe we could set up a bonfire in the backyard or grind our own corn just like the pioneers. Gotta love city livin'!