With a kilo of fresh dates costing only 10 NIS, I have to be very careful not to get my sticky fingers on either my knitting or my husband’s laptop.
It almost makes up for the fact that we have a plane before 0600 in the morning.
With a kilo of fresh dates costing only 10 NIS, I have to be very careful not to get my sticky fingers on either my knitting or my husband’s laptop.
It almost makes up for the fact that we have a plane before 0600 in the morning.
With the advent of the Internet, the knitting community has become world wide. Well, it was always world wide, we just had no ability to connect with each other. Through the knit list in the 1990s, I met knitters in Israel, one of whom invited me and my family to join them for Pesach when we were traveling in 2000. I found other Minnesotans; both had made Aliyah years ago.
Today I got a chance to get together with a knitter living in Jerusalem. I got to see a couple of yarn stores, both with extremely nice staff. Bags and bags of various yarns piled to the ceiling. Much heavier on the acrylics than I would see in Germany and not so much wool.
We had tea at Chez Gita. Sitting together at a tiny table we happily chatted while knitting and probably obstructing the hall. As the cafe cleared out, we were offered a table next to the front window with plenty of light. We decided that I would plan better (grin) on my next trip so that perhaps a bigger group could get together. The short few hours flew by with our wip, and we managed to connect with my friend who was giving me a ride back to Tel Aviv.
I spent time turing the yarn Noah dyed into socks for him as well as a couple more rows on Glamour. It is easy to guess which is which. The last pix is a better shot of my slip stitch socks which went walking in Jerusalem today.
Just sitting there, from the old and new. This picture was shot in Jerusalem. Last week’s came from Beck Caserne in Sonthofen Germany.
Just to put the knitting stuff first. I finished the mate to the last orphan that had been languishing in my basket for at least a couple of years. Knit out of JaWoll cotton, it is an even four colour stripe. Going from dark orange to a lighter orange, then blue and finally grey I have no clue why I bought the yarn in the first place. I used a k4 sl1 pattern with the alternate rows being plain knit. The end result looks like chains up the sides. This is not a great picture, and will provide a detail picture tomorrow when I have some light for photos.
Next up is Scarlet Letter (merino and tencel) from Michelle at Sweet Socks. I started the Glamour Socks from the German Kreativ Socken KAL. Stringing beads is a real pain, trust me but much easier because of the tencil than a pure wool would be.
Looking out this morning from the balcony, the sun was shining and white buildings seem to stretch out into the distance. None of them are all that high, maybe 4 stories max for most of them. But it is a plain, cement, blocking kind of architecture. Tel Aviv is a young city for the mid East, starting in the early decades of the last century.
Walking along the beach, there were sunbathers and surfers. The tall buildings are hotels.
The old port of Jaffa was not a bad hike from the hotel. Layer upon layer of old city for thousands of years. Climbing around, there are so few tourists, all the small shops are completely empty. Even the more famous art galleries have few vistors.
And then I decided to walk through the city on the way back via the souks. Fresh dates, small tart olives and a 2 1/2 hour hike by the time I was done.
No fool, I spent the remainer of the afternoon sitting in the lobby looking out over the ocean. JD Robb on the cassette recorder and knitting needles in my hands.
It was a lovely train ride yesterday. Heidelberg to Stuttgart, Stuttgart to Zurich. The train was not full, the seats were comfortable, and I was able to listen to books while knitting socks. I have the first three J. D. Robb “xxxx in Death”, 18 hours worth, just started.
Other than my cell phone traveling to Mannheim, there were no incidents or accidents on the journey. George met me at the Zurich train station, and we traveled another half hour out to Wollerau to stay overnight at the apartment.
It was another train this morning to the Flughafen, then a flight to Tel Aviv that would have been completely miserable had the Montréal connector arrived on time. Unless it rains again in the morning, I will be on the beach early. My clothes from tonight should be dried out.
What an opportunity, hours to travel, watch scenery, and knit. I am finally producing mates to orphans that have been on their own for an extensive time. Perhaps years in some cases. I don’t even remember which German sock brand produced the pink multi-coloured yarn. Knit on 2,5mm needles, there are 60 stitches around. Each side has a twisted stitch panel, with the third in the center of the back. The pattern continues onto the foot and finishes on the toe.
This yarn I know came from Regia in one of their Antique colorways. Just a vanilla sock with strap heel on the standard 2,5 mm needles done over 60 stitches. It would also be a great yarn for small cables or 5/1 ribbing just to break up the pattern.
I have am on the last orphan pair, then I get to knit something new. Tomorrow I have some professional work to do, but after that I am free to wander around Tel Aviv with knitting and camera.
Luck was with me this morning. After sitting all morning listening to a number of necessary but blatantly uninteresting subjects, I was released from the requirement to attend the afternoon session. Instead of finishing at 1700, low flying vehicle down the autobahn, rushing around and trying to make my 1915 train, I had time.
Put it to use figuring out what to take with for knitting:
and redid the suitcase contents. I know I have a couple more tops than really needed; and I might just go and take them out. There is plenty of room left over. I have knitting projects (three orphan socks, or is that four?) plus some new skeins to try out. I have my new Sox Stix from Lantern Moon.. And on the 3 1/2 hour train ride to Zürich I should be able to finish up at least one sock pair.
Then there are all the electronics. Laptop, mp3 player, cassette player, camera. Oh, and batteries.
The dog is not pleased, but I am out the door and she will have to settle for the eldest coming by regularly for food and company.
We have this cupboard in the corner of our living room that currently houses all of our packets of photos. Since we switched over to digital a number of years ago, there have been few added to the boxes and loose envelopes. At one point, I spent days sorting and labeling all the pictures by location and date in preparation for finally creating a number of photo albums.
Then the box containing most of them got accidentally dropped. Rather than metldown completely, I just piled everything back into the boxes, packing them away. After a few more moves we came to our current house. At this point, I no longer completely remember what is in either the boxes or the photos.
A vacation task for the teens was to bring order to the photos and to get them scanned. The youngest actually scanned a couple hundred. But mostly the three of them were fascinated by the old photos; what everyone looked like as a baby. About the years before they were born.
And this photo turned up
The kids remembered me getting teased by Hans. about knitting socks while on vacation. Our two families were together on the Nordsee, the kids running wild and having a blast. I quietly did my thing for a couple of days, then presented him with the socks. The year, I think, was 1997. Now that I have seen the picture, I can come up with the information. But I wonder how many other pairs of socks over the years I have completely forgotten and did not record on film.
Not counting the 56 full pairs floating around here somewhere (a few of which need repairs), there are 10 orphans whose mate has gone AWOL. Additionally, there are those that I sent out in the world to comfort others plus all the small ones that the kids went through, got handed down or lost when they were little.
I wish I had kept track from the beginning, both as a record of the different designs I made up and as a record of improvement and learning over the years. I am tracking now, as a result of the various challenges and KALs. Sockyarn is a bit more expensive now and most that I buy is hand dyed. But my pleasure in knitting, the wonder when watching the growth from a few stitches into a three dimensional object that is both beautiful and functional. That has not changed.
I am on a train tomorrow evening to Zürich. On Wednesday morning we fly to Tel Aviv. I should be able to post, but might not be able to upload photos till I am back. We will see.
A number of years ago, perhaps before I went to Kuwait, our MWR crew had a case lot sale on expired products. Among other things, I scored a case of red, green, and blue food coloring. I could still kick myself for not getting the yellow. Each case has six bottles, 16 oz each. I think I paid about $3.00US a case.
Since then, it has been quietly aging in the back of a shrank in the studio. I certainly would not use it for food anymore, but could see no harm in trying it on wool. Afterall, we all know that food coloring stains just about everything. And kool-aid dyes are nothing more than food coloring.
The kilo cone of sock yarn (1,70€ 100gm) came in the other day. At that price, Noah and I decided to experiment. After he wound a skein, we headed to play. Getting the firs skein wet, we poured some blue and some red food coloring over the yarn, then nuked the skein. After rising out the worst of the excess, we ran the skein through the microwave again in another container full of vinger water.
At this point, since the water in the first container still seemed extremely dark, I decided to read the directions on the side of the food dye. Hummm 1/2 tsp to one cup of boiling water + vinegar for dark blue egg dyeing.
Oh, no wonder this looked so dark, we just sort of poured. And it would be an extreme shame to waste that dye. Noah, good kid that he is, wound the second skein. The red obviously had vanished into the sea that was blue. This time we just dropped the skein directly in dry and smushed it down over a few minutes. After the double nuking, the water was completely clear and little crocked off .
So this is what we have:
Not bad at all for messing around. The next time, we will measure a bit more, and see what we get.
Progress on the socks, the first Niagara is complete and I am making progress on the second twisted stitch sock.:
The reason that so little knitting has been accomplised today relates to reading hardcover books. Two of them as a matter of fact.
Innocent in Death by J. D. Robb (Nora Roberts). It just went on the shelf in the library on Friday and I want to return it tomorrow so that someone else gets the chance to read it.
Edge of Midnight by Charlene Weir. See above for reason that it needed to be finished.
Meetings for the next two days, then on to Tel Aviv via Zurich.
Posting in haste. In spite of another trip here from Telekom this week, once again we are without Internet all evening. This time we have telephone, which is leading me to suspect the router is malfuntioning this time. After 20 minutes worth of flipping switches and reset buttons, it is up for the moment.
The dog had been outside this morning. I had not noticed her trip to the water dish, leaving the floor spattered with water. Discovering this when heading to the microwave, I was amazed at how far a cup of coffee can splash.
Having this unexplicable urge to rearrange the living room furniture while the other half is on the road, I drafted the teens. To move my chair to where I was not directly near the TV and had good light meant that the couch and chair needed to be moved. To be able to tuck somethings away in the Shrank, we had to sort out everything dumped there for the last five years. Since I was on the kick, we restrung the audio wires, rearranged the extension cords and vacuumed. Trust me, you don’t want the details of the other five cupboards that got caught up in my organizational frenzy. But I now have two shelves in the shrank right next to my chair for patterns and some bags of wool.
Finished up the first Niagara sock finally. The four twisted stitch sock I was working on yesterday is also complete and have the mate past the ribbing with the second Niagara waiting in the wings. I am letting the vest sit. I went through my entire stash and I don’t have any yarn that I can use without cancelling another planned project. My alternative choices are dark grey, navy or (surprising for me) a forest green. I was not able to get to Rödel today, so looked on line. Haven’t ordered yet as I am not enthused about investing a lot in yarn that would be difficult to return.
The cleaning turned up another UFO; this funnel neck sweater. I remember starting this sweater while visiting Angela, a Bundeswehr officer who was the commander of my partnership unit. We were sitting together with our families in the kitchen of their farmhouse and talking about renovations. That places the neck knitting back 10 years ago. I have located it off and on over the years. Sometimes with the pattern, the most recent time without. Each time it turns up, a bit more gets done. Since it is only the last sleeve to go, I think I can manage it without.
f course, it is now spring and I will not need it until next winter.
The kids just realized that the Internet is up, so I am uploading this before the connection gets overwhelmed.
European Geography is not a subject well taught in most American Schools. Nor, honestly are the details all that much of a concern in daily life to those who live to the West of the Atlantic puddle. As a result, when I mention that I have to be in the office four days this week, it might not make much of an impression. After all, I am only driving from Heidelberg to Landstuhl (where ever those might be).
Somedays I even have a sense of humor about the commute. That is as long as the traffic is not too bad and the CD player in the car is working so that I can listen to books as I drive. After all, it is only 125 km each way….
My sense of humor really appreciated the following, currently making the email rounds about traveling from NYC to London:
1. go to www.google.com
2. click on “maps” (above the search box)
3. click on “get directions” (under the search box)
4. type ” New York ” in the first box (the “from” box)
5. type ” London ” in the second box (the “to” box)
6. Click Get Directions
7. scroll down to step #23
The obligatory socks on the needles – two different pairs in progress
And then there is Cottonwood. The knitting is going well, and I really like the colorwork pattern. But I am not completely happy with the appearance of the colors when knit.
The sample I did was small, and it looked fine; it could have been that particular section of handspun. There is a fair amount of red in among the golds in my yarn. Burgundy as the solid main color is ok. I do not care for brown as a background color. But I am starting to wonder if I would be better frogging the whole thing and picking a blue (marine or navy) as my solid color. It seems a shame to put in a lot of work and have all the color work almost vanish if you are more than a few feet away. Honest opinions would be really appreciated.
Bowing to the minhag of the web, I will add to the Friday observance. Most of the locations are unlikely to be familiar to anyone outside Europe. The locations will be posted a day or so later if anyone is interested.
It was one of those times when you really have to remind yourself that you like your children. Love them? Of course, but liking them? A whole ‘nother world.
I must have been totally and completely out of my mind, asleep perhaps when the youngest quietly reminded me that she had not had a birthday party last month. Would it be all right if she had a few friends over for a pool party the second week of vacation?
Or I was hoping that most of them would still be on vacation, but certainly not thinking clearly. After all, who willing undergoes the noise level that can be created by 14 year olds?
Next I was to find that this was going to be a mixed group. Ok, I can deal with that.
(Notice that she is leading me on, one step at a time?)
Then came the request for some of the kids to sleep over. This is an issue. I don’t want them in the house if there is no adult present. George is now out in LA and I am here. Ick.
Who was she thinking?
The whole group.
Nope, no boys, you are too old for that (or not old enough, but I am not going there). She settled for requesting a few of the girls.
The shopping completed last night, my final words were that she and her siblings had to have the house completely cleaned up for company.
I made in home barely before the first guests were due to arrive. As I came up the steps, I heard Nina rehearsing her performance piece. Noah was going to be downtown with friends.
Do you think for a minute that the house was clean?
At first they were going to be for my husband, but they turned out to be too bright for him. I thought about my son, but his feet were too big and he has this lousy habit of walking around in his socks.
But the 18 year old daughter thought they were really cool, and they were tal enough that she can wear them with her ever present boots (as long as I shortened them a bit in the foot).
So there you have it – the original (2000) Opal Tiger knit on 64 stitches. They are 20 cm tall and 23 cm long. Knit on 2,5 mm needles.
I finished up Very Bad Deaths by Spider Robinson, The Witness for teh Prosecution & Other Stories by Agatha Christie and have just started on the Sue Grafton series from A is for Alibi.
I have Graham Wheat bread down pat with the bread machine. Doesn’t it look nice?
1 cup buttermilk, 1 egg, 3TBS molasses, 1/4 cup oil, 2 Cups bread flour, 1 cup graham flour, 1.5 tsp yeast and whatever herbs you like (2 TBS dried onion flakes and 1 tbs chopped ginger) placed in the break machine in whatever order required and baked on the large wheat loaf cycle.
I am now going to be brave and go into the kitchen since the kids are all downstairs….
What a wonderful thing, four pick up slips in my box today when I careened through the mail room right before their window closed. There was my box from The Woolery containing bobbins and dyes. There was this nice, small box. Inside were lovely stitchmarkers from JL Yarnworks for both regular knitting and socks/lace so that I have a chance not to lose my place in lace sock tops.
Also in the extras are my new sock blockers. Sold by The Knitting Haven , these are probably the best available for the money. Unlike some others that I have purchased, these are absolutely smooth on the edges making it unlikely to catch and pull on the sock.
To further my happiness, my yarn came in from Wollfactory. In it were four balls of Regia Silk Shine in mocha (on sale for about 2€ each) which are destined to turn into one of the Cookie A patterns., Additonally there was a ball of Art Socks 2 [Trekking in color 131 ] and…..the real find – five hanks of Trekking Sport – skeined and bound for the dyepot. If that was not enough, the aprons from CoolAprons.com arrived to please the teens with ghosts and skulls (don’t ask – they are teenagers).
Finally, there was this little box from New Orleans. I sat there. I don’t remember ordering anything from New Orleans. The box says Pralines By Jean. Now I have been very good and simply have avoided ever cruising on the internet for sweets. Inside is a beautiful presentation box, with a note saying “Thank you for the STR yarn” and signed by someone whom I do not know. I am now completely confused. I had sent my extra yarn from the first go round of the STR Rocking Sock Club to a lovely woman in California. Further down the pile was an envelope from her. The note inside explained: she had finished her second sock and had yarn left. Passing the good dead forward, she mailed off the remaining yarn to another member who was short yarn in Louisiana.
Now it was clear. From BFMA in area code 503 to me in Heidelberg Germany, to Los Angeles, California to New Orleans, LA. We have all heard of the traveling sock. This is the traveling sock yarn. There is a bit of that skein now in socks in Germany, Los Angeles, and the Gulf Coast. Not bad at all for Monsoon….
Not much was accomplished today. I managed a couple more rounds on the Cottonwood Vest (it seems to take forever to knit even one round and there are only 226 stitches on the needles) and finished the leg and heel flap on the second tiger. Life, work and needing the frozen groceries just got in the way. But I now have another picture to post, this is baby in her Half-Circle Cardigan.
And I dropped off the last back-zip sweater today. I am going to have to try something different for the next batch.
11 April 07
It was back to work today and very little time for knitting or anything else. I managed to find and return all but two books to the library, which means I am completely out of borrowed audio books for the moment. I dipped into the “purchased for emergencies” stash to have something other than noise on the car’s CD Player.
I even tried to be the good mom, and stopped for groceries on the way home. This may be the only time all year when I don’t get flak from the teens on unloading the car. After all, how else are they going to get at all the wheat products that they have been missing? Tortillas, pretzels, noodles, breaded chicken wings, and ramen: my crew has pretty eclectic tastes. Since I made the stop an hour away from home at Vogelweh, I skipped all the frozen goods in favor of a short trip tomorrow to PHV on my way home.
The yarn as I mentioned yesterday is Tiger, Opal yarn from Wolfgang which I bought directly from the factory in late 1999 as it turns out. This is prior to Opal coming to the US via Mary Lou at PT Yarn .
Which reminds me, if you need the sideways sock (especially for long repeat patterns) Mary Lou has it posted here.
But anyway – the first sock is now complete and the second is 15 cm down the leg. I thought they would be for one of the guys. They both looked at me like I was insane and muttered something about not looking masculine enough. Sheesh. So the next on the list was the 18 year old. She is the one who wears army boots with her skirts. Other than the fact that the first foot is too long, she thinks they are cool. Now, I am knitting these top down. Shorten the toe by a couple of cms? No problem, the work of 15 minutes. As apposed to frogging them completely for fewer stitches around if I want to keep them for myself.
Lastly, since my knitting this year seems to be unlimited sock KALs of one kind or another interspersed with some bigger projects, I decided that I really needed a spreadsheet to keep track of all my committments. So far I have four fairly simple pages to the workbook: one for patterns that I have (including where they are), one for the stash (important things like year, source, fiber and amount), one for the commitments and the last for the completed socks. But I am not going to run totals on the supplies page, that would be TMI. I will post it for download as soon as it is completed if anyone is interested.
They’ve cracked. Totally and completely lost it. Bursting into the house after being outside for over an hour this evening walking the dog, the three teenagers demanded candy.
We have none in the house.
Nor is there any gum, nutella, or anything remotely resembling deserts.
Now, during the regular portion of their lives, the teens will go days without needing sweets. But this is the last day of Passover and they are desperate. Wanting candy badly enough, they even contemplated walking or taking their bikes to the Shoppette, but it is likely to be closed before they get there. Not wanting to take that chance, there was prowling in the cupboards.
Even practical here, I suggested that they make candy. We have cocoa, we have butter, and we have sugar—have at it.
After first denying any interest, I am hearing sounds in the kitchen. The complaint was that they didn’t have a receipe. But the cocoa tin has directions for chocolate frosting. What is frosting but spreadable candy?
I have no idea if they succeeded, there was no offer to share.
Rather than tackle another UFO, I cast on the Cottonwood. 230 stitches on my 4,0 mm needle. Ten rows later I did the purl row, increased the needle size, joining the body in the round with a five stitch steek. After knitting enough rounds so that the facing was flat, I pulled out the provisional cast on (crochet around the needle method) and bound off the live stitches with those in work. Being careful to make sure the facing was the second stitch so that only the front color showed. There were also a few stitches decreased in this round.
This is not mindless knitting. I can’t listen to books while knitting this vest.
That means that I got to start another sock. This is out of Opal’s Tiger, which has been hanging out in my house since about 2000. Yes, this is an original ball, picked up at the factory in Hechingen. The pattern is vanilla sock on 64 stitches, so it is likely going to George.
While hunting around, I also found The Audiobookstand with a fairly decent bargain section. When I am done with audio books, I normally donate them to the library unless there is an overwhelming need to keep them.
Tomorrow it is back to work. Bleh.
The Bavarian Braid striped socks are finished. They are made of a German sock wool, knit on 2,5 mm needles over 60 stitches. The detailing is fairly simple, there is a twisted stitch braid running down each side, just to the front of the side marker and a double braid going down the back. The braid continues down the foot through the toe which is shaped inside the braid until the last several rounds. The color is actually much closer to the second two photos. Amazing the difference between indoor without flash and outdoor pix.
The fire yarn is now wound and some gauges have been made. I obviously (well to me) was going to have to do some adjusting. What it looks like is that I will wind up with is 25 stitches/10 cm. Doesn’t match any of the suggested ones for the Cottonwood. So I am adjusting the pattern down to 228 stitches, which will give me 4 repeats of the pattern on each front and 8 for the back with a couple of extra edge stitches to even things out.
I like the colors in the ball, and the burgundy seems to be a good contrast, and not as pink as it appears in this picture.
Not a teen is interesting in counting the Omer. They are not interested in anything but planning the post Pesach dinner out. And you think that they would all help clean up the terrace and grounds? Noah pitched in for a while, but when I looked out – all I saw was George getting rid of the cobwebs. As you probably figured out, I was happily ensconced in a chair and knitting.
Progress! I finished up the armholes early this afternoon, then dunked the sweater before patting it out to block it. The original pattern had called for one row of purls around the armhole, then bind off in knit. I thought it looked rather unfinished in the book picture, and it was even more so up close. As a result, I added a band in the same pattern as the neck, bottom and front facings, only narrower. I think it looks rather nice. The yarn is Gedifra’s For You in red, knit on 3,5 mm needles.
I had enough energy that I pulled out one of the orphan socks and started to make it a mate. It was as good an excuse as any to test drive the 15 cm bamboo needles in size 2,5mm that I picked up at Rödel today. I like the feel and the flex, but they are lacking in the really sharp points that are nice to have if you are doing twisted stitch patterns. I should be past the gusset decreases before I call it quits for the night.
I am going for the Cottonwood Vest out of Folk Vests. I picked up some burgundy merino today for the main color, and will use the fire roving handspun for the contrast color. Since I have no interest in a vest as big around as this one, I chose it because the patterning lends itself easily to gauge changes and reduction of stitches.
Any other time of year I can go to the Fußgänger Zone in Heidelberg, plow through the crowds and head home totally oblivious to the food.
But not during Passover. I notice everything to eat that is for sale; all the people walking by with take-away in their hands. All the walk up counters that line the Hauptstraße seem to be teaming with people.
And things that would normally not interest me at all are starting to smell good.
I know it has to be related to the issue of “permission.” Since normally I could choose to eat almost anything, but don’t; it does not tempt me. But today, in spite of a late breakfast, I was hungry when I ran my errands downtown. With stomach rumbling, there seemed to be a bakery every 50 meters with luscious pastries on display. Nordsee fish shops had out their crusty baguettes filled with lox or fried fish cakes. The sidewalk cafés were open and starting to do business. Couples, families and friends sat relaxing over a beer and watching the crowds pass by.
It was about this time that I really figured out that even if I wanted something to eat, it was going to be unlikely that I would be able to find anything. Certainly not any of the shops serving things in bread, or breaded; not even considering the animals or creatures from which it had been prepared.
Then I started looking. Other than the fresh fruits and vegetables in Kaufhof’s Markthalle, the only possibility that I found (and unsurprisingly in the same place) was Matjesfilet. With sour cream and dill, plain, with onions or with a sour cream & beet combination – those would be on the edible list. All the other fish concoctions had sea food of one kind or another.
But the thought of herring just did not do anything for me, and I headed home.
Besides, they didn’t offer even plastic silverware with their containers of food.
Total mindless stories today. First one of the Gallagher Series by Nora Roberts which was much better as an abbreviated audio book than as an original read, then followed by Anne McCaffrey from her Pegasus series.
Remember that Chinese Red Vest I mentioned yesterday? I picked it up this morning and started to knit, first completing the fronts, then the back to finish up the mainbody of the vest. And then came time to bind off the shoulders.
Fighting to stay free, the stitches kept jumping off the needles when I wasn’t looking. Taking a leap, they ran down away from the bind off. A springing yarn, the Gedifra merino had plenty of energy and obviously a mind of its own. Added and abetted in this endeavor by the ebony needles, I finally cried enough, sliding them onto one needle. Alternating the recalcitrant escapees from both front and back I forced them into submission with a K2tog and psso, locking them in pairs for the life of the waistcoat.
You think I could find my scissors after this? No, it was declaring its support for the integrity of the yarn by hiding.
I hate biting off yarn.
The first picture is as of 2004, and how it appeared for the last several weeks as it sulked on the living room window sill, waiting for me to finish up socks and baby sweaters. The second picture is after fmy victory on the shoulders. And finally,my status just before going out the door for services. The facings are done on the fronts, and the neck is finished. Although not without spending 15 minutes rooting through the stash before finding the remaining ball of yarn from the same dye lot. [I had decided I was not going to cry even if I was 20 m of yarn short]. All I have left to do is the armholes.
This is what I would really like to do, if I had all the money and the time. Just when we are in the midst of winter here, I would fly to Sanitago, Chile then board the boat for a cruise to Antartica. Failing the money for such a trip, I could instead sail from Kirkenese in the middle of winter, down the Fjords to Bergen on the Hurtigruten. It should be quiet; it most certainly would be dark. I am not sure how it would be for photography, but knitting should not be an issue.
Maybe it is not such a good idea that I have a day off. I find reading the vacation section of the Süddeutsche just full of good ideas.
It took about 15 minutes to untangle the three balls of yarn attached to the top of my Chinese Red Vest (from Folk Vests). Having a tendency to like all the pieces to be the same length, I knit the body in one piece up to the armholes, then attached additional yarn balls and kept on going. After a while, those three balls of yarn have a tendency to fall apart and get tangled. I may have creeped up row at a time, but the decreases match exactly. Measuring it out, and counting the stitches – I had actually finished the decrease sequences and was at the point of continuing straight up.
Then I stopped, and the vest has been sitting since sometime in 2004. Last month I joined the Red Sweater KAL and committed myself to finishing it up. While I was at it, I listed it as my UFO to complete for a follow-on to the March Madness Sweater Group.. I have knit another 5 cm, leaving only 3cm till I start the neck shaping in the front.
This is progress.
And then there are the following Finished Objects! – the worsted weight Horcrux socks I started yesterday are complete. Knit on 3,75 Lantern Moon double points. The yarn is colorway Monet from Collinette. There is also the Sweater Vest designed by Mac & Me which is finally blocked (and really needs a nice decorative closure.) This is, of course, the obligate mirror picture since otherwise I would have to ask one of the kids to take a photo for me.
After buzzing directly through ‘5 and #6 in the Stephanie Plum series, I started Finding Moon by Tony Hillerman, who is primarily known for his Navajo Mystery Stories. On the surface, this is a simple tale of a man traveling to Viet Nam in Spring of 1975 to retrieve a young daughter of his recently deceased brother. Set against the background of the collapsing regime in Saigon, it is a shrewd look at the chaos of the time. The characters are excellent, and more than realistic of those who inhabited that time, living and surviving off the needs of the governments and the Company. Sometimes I forget how long we have had the tradition of contractors for those jobs which the US Government does not wish to do directly. Perhaps it would not be as interesting to someone who was not old enough to have personally experienced the VietNam era, but I found it intensely interesting.
And then there was the Bris late this afternoon. Given the absence of a local mohel, it takes a bit of organizing to get the services of one from either Strasbourgh or Zürich. It was quick, with almost no ceremony or ritual attached. Given that it is also Pesach and the Gemeinde’s Kitchen was closed with a prohibition against bringing any food, poor Sarit was not able to even offer anything afterwords. The kids and I gifted the new baby the one sweater that I just finished up last night. Since Emma’s parents were also in attendance with her, we were able to present her with her present as well.
Hopefully, as soon as I drop off the last baby sweater on Tuesday and collect a couple more pictures from parents, I will post a gallery of babies in handknit sweaters.
Tomorrow starts a four day weekend. I have knitting and spinning planned as well as something with the kids if they are willing.
After attending meetings all morning, followed by the “wonderful” experience of getting my DA Photo updated I was more than willing to stop at the mailroom on the way home. Of the packages, one was for me – some really neet stitch markers that I had ordered from Zero on Esty in tiny sizes to work on my sock needles.
Kirsten mentioned LibriVox. A lovely site similar to Project Gutenberg, devoted to creating and making available as audio files, all books currently in the U.S. public domain. Solely with the use of volunteer readers, the site already has an extensive collection available. I downloaded a couple of books. The quality of the reading varies, but it is a great opportunity to listen to some of the classics as well as volunteer if you are a good reader.
It has been a long evening, but a highly productive one. I finished the last two Back-Zip baby sweaters. The yarn is Siena-Stripes, a washable merino from Rödel, 125m/50gm. The pattern is found at Fiber Trends – CH39 and takes 3 balls of the multi-color and one of contrast knit on my 4.0 mm ebony needles. I had sewed in the 9″ zippers with the opening on the bottom. On the two previous I had used a 12″ zipper and had to double over the ends. This time I just closed up the back a small amount and left the tabs long at the bottom.
Then there is the Half-Circle Baby Sweater by Shibuiknits. It is done and sewn together. I am not as pleased with it as I could be, and probably will wash and block it. My daughter thinks it looks better than the model because she likes the pink and the stripes. The yarn is Siena-Stripes, a washable merino from Rödel, 125m/50gm. The yarn is Siena-Stripes, a washable merino from Rödel, 125m/50gm and took a bit more than five balls. Part of the yarn issue was my desire to match stripes.
I also finished up the first Horcrux Sock today and cast on the second.
Which means I am running out of excuses to not pick up my Chinese Red Vest which I have promised to do this month. I still have the first Niagara Falls sock on the needles from Chameleon Colorworks.
The oldest dropped by to use a sewing machine. It is baby quilt time, and she found some wonderful fabric.
It is getting late, and I am already sick of Matzah.
I have made progress – the Fire Colorway looks like this on the skeiner and in close up:
The last three baby sweaters are close to finished. The half circle just needs to be sewn the rest of the way together. You can see that this is similar to an EZ type of construction. You just don’t have a complete feel for the item till it is finished.
I have the last one of the Back-Zips to sew-up, then this one as well as one more need zippers.
And finally, I just had to do it – and cast on Horcrux in merino (125m/50gm) color 101 from Collinette. The pattern is by Susan Pierce Lawrence. She has also contributed the pattern this cycle for the Six Sock KAL, a fingering weight version which I will cast on as soon as I have the baby sweaters and these two pairs of socks complete.
I have finished two urban fantasies, the most recent Rita Mae Brown mystery and four audio books over the weekend. Since I can’t knit complex items and read at the same time, I am about to start on the two Stephanie Plum audios that came into the library today for me.
We have a really great vacuum cleaner. It is one of those no bag models; you just empty out the container when it is full. This seems to be all the time when you have a golden retriever in the house. Even when fairly full, it has a powerful suction; strong enough to suck keys off a laptop computer. You don’t even have to ask me how I know that, do you?
Noah was my hero, managing to find the tab key, the small plastic interlocking spacer, and to get them properly settled back on the keyboard such that they actually worked.
I am certain that I do not have to appologize for not getting much knitting done today. I managed another 15 rows on the 1/2 circle sweaeter and am doing the gusset on the first Niagara sock.
Kathi and Louis started with the cooking at 1500, I got there about 1630. My set up crew actually arrived in plenty of time to do the tablecloths, plates and everything. Final number in attendance was 45. Besides US and Germany, we had members with origins in Turkey, Hungary and the Form USSR. Our youngest attendee is 6 months old, our oldest? Well, we know she has passed 80 a number of years ago. And of course, you have to make sure that you sing all the songs now, don’t you?
It is back to work tomorrow. Good grief, that is only 6 1/2 hours from now!