Aurora Borealis


Also known as my WAG sweater.  I don’t have a pattern, though I do have charts for the color work.  Left is the sweater body; you can see a vertical stripe interrupting the pattern where the sleeve will be.  Right is the arm hole “steeked,”  cutting the knitting to create a sleeve hole (in this case, I’ve also steeked cardigans after knitting them in the round).

The name  and color scheme is because my calendar for 2018 was different shots of the Aurora in Norway and Iceland and it inspired me.  Some of the yarn is hand spun, some is commercial.

I am at a point where my enthusiasm has outrun my reasoning skills for the moment.  Now I have to sit down and do the math to center the patterns on the caps of the nonexistent sleeves as well as do the calculations for centering the neck and sewing the shoulder seams – and how many stitches to pick up for the sleeves as well.

Nah.  Not today.  It’s a nice day.  I’m going to go outside and fix stuff in the chicken yard.  I can do the math later.

Still waiting.


Our camping trip was amazing.  We met some people, including someone (who shall remain nameless) that I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined meeting at a little tiny camp out in Northern Arizona!  We also met several Arizona heathen families, some wonderful New Mexico heathens, along with a fellow mead maker/brewer, and lots of other people, all of whom were talented and giving of their time and skill.  It was, all in all, a lovely weekend.

We got an incredible amount of rain!  Mr. TF and I were married in Grand Caymen during Hurricane Michelle in 2001.  I don’t think I’ve experienced sustained rain with winds like what we had on Friday since we were in the hurricane!  People’s tents got filled with 2 feet of water!  A few tents collapsed!  We were luckier – we were camped out farther from the common ramada, but on not such a steep slope and thus avoided some of the problems others had (and that was purely by chance, I assure you).  We did get water in the tent, but it was because the wind was blowing the rain horizontally and it lifted the rain shield, allowing rain into the tent.  Not so bad, though.  Only one half was actually wet (with about an inch of standing water in places) but most of our stuff was still in the plastic totes and thus dry.  Most importantly, our bedding remained mostly dry (yay wool!) and we were cozy every night.

I took not a single picture.  In fact, our phones remained either in the truck’s glove box or charging with the solar charger on the hood.  We were pretty much technology free during our 3 days there.  I didn’t miss it much either.  I did notice I had missed a phone call from someone very important when I finally picked up my phone around 10pm on Friday night – luckily said person also sent an email and I spent an agonizing 15 minutes trying to sign into my email and waiting for his letter to load…but it was good news and well worth waiting for.  Mr. TF and I drank two drams of scotch each (LaPhroaig) to celebrate, and sat outside in the beautifully clear night, watching the meteor shower and the stars.  Other than sharing the good news with family and close friends the next day though, no phones for either of us.

I did NOT win the antler handled, hand forged skean dhu I had hoped to bid on….I was too busy running my mouth visiting and missed the auction for it entirely!  Ah well, not meant to be I guess.  There will be others.

All the crap that has gone on since January…if it all hadn’t gone down the way it did I never would have met any of these people, at a time and a place in my life when I really NEEDED to meet them.  I humbly apologize to the Universe.  Things do in fact happen for a reason.  And sometimes wyrd/karma takes really some really strange twists to get us where we are supposed to be and in contact with those we are supposed to know.

But now, home for nearly a week, I am like a caged panther.  I’m not particularly good at waiting.  But wait I must.  I guess the Powers are making sure I get some actual rest time in before I start my new job with its associated stress and all consuming lifestyle (if my fellow workers are any judge, that is).

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Maybe some time to knit while I pet the cat….

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Or knit while I chat with friends….

 

A'Knittin' while you work

A’Knittin’ while you work

Or knit while I get this amazing craphole of a dirty house back into shape 🙂  Are you sensing a pattern here?  Of course, I also have wool tweed on the loom I need to weave off to make a vest with, and POUNDS of alpaca and wool to spin up – including a commission for lace weight suri yarn.

I’m behind on holiday gifts too…

Yep, waiting is hard, but I think I might be able to fill my time.

 

8 knitting days until Christmas…


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That is a cat. Really. Four Knitted Cats by Kath Dalmeny
I lost interest when it got to the seaming part. For a weaver I surely do hate sewing. BUT. It MUST BE DONE by 9am Christmas Eve, so I can wrap it, because it is being given later in the morning!

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Gratuitous photo of Shetland singles for weaving. Not enough to make anything but a scarf, so it shall sit in my stash until I buy another Shetland fleece and spin more. I read in a Starmore book that Shetland is too fragile for weaving; I plan to challenge that statement and report back.

ETA: click on the photos for a better look.

No pictures but progress


I have made two hats, two pairs of mittens, and am about 2/3 of the way through a knitted toy, one of two that I will make this year. A hand made book, a couple of quick other things (can’t do a reveal in case they read the blog!) and our gifting for 2014 will be complete!

I’m hoping not to give gifts on Advent this year…on time is much better.

*sigh*


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Handspun lovely rose grey squishy soft baby alpaca?  Check.  Knitting needles?  Check.  Pattern to go with the yarn?  Nope.

I’ve started two sweaters in the past three days (one is still on the needles in the photo) and both need to be frogged which is knitter speak for ripping out.  It turns out that my hand spun alpaca is not, as I thought, a sport weight, it’s most definitely either a heavy DK weight or a light worsted weight.  AND.  Alpaca, it turns out, has no memory.  So the sweaters I started, will not keep their shape.  They will grow.  Which will be bad.

The first sweater I started had a lovely drape, which would have taken into account the stretch factor, but I’m not going to spin and ply 1800 yards of this stuff before it’s due to be given!  And the body of the sweater was quite drapey but the sleeves looked distressingly tight on the models which concerned me enough that I ripped it out.

The second sweater was working up nicely in the ribbed section at the waist, but when I started on the body I realized there was no way a light weight 2 ply was going to work with a sweater designed for a heavy worsted 10 ply yarn.  Nope.  Knitting you can see through just doesn’t work unless you’re knitting lace.

So, back to square one.  Another two hours wasted surfing patterns at Ravelry yielded exactly nothing that I thought my intended recipient would care for.  Lots I would wear, but this time of year I can’t possibly knit for myself.  I have custom knitting for pay, gift knitting for loved ones and no time to knit for myself, not even socks.

Then I remembered a pattern I had purchased last year.  I searched Ravelry for this pattern made with alpaca.  And found a quite lovely example that proved it could work.  So.

Enter Hitofude.  Lacey, light, drapey and yet slim and stylish, perfect for alpaca.  Win.

Now I’d better get ripping so I can get knitting!  Oh, and find my size 4 circulars….

 

 

Happy Holiday, whichever you celebrate!


The knitting is not finished, but there’s nothing more I can do at this hour; each person has a gift.  The presents are not all mailed, but I can’t do anything about it until Monday; I forgot a critical item when we went to the post office in town.  The presents here are not all wrapped, but we will finish that shortly.  The cookies, pies, breads, and cakes are not all baked, but I will get up early tomorrow and do what I can.  And yet, in spite of all this, I do not feel stressed.  Nor guilty, nor sad.  I truly gave up on making everything perfect and settled for the good this year.  Plus, we will have our family over for Christmas – and both Mr. TF and I have the actual day off for the first time in maybe a decade – and we will celebrate together.

May your day be blessed and may you look forward to the returning of the light!

 

Socks


I just finished these this morning!  They are my first attempt at colorwork in a sock; I am never very good at following a pattern word for word and wanted to try a few things.  It didn’t all work out, but the socks are for me so it doesn’t matter.  I finally figured out that the only way I’ll ever end up with anything I make for me is if I use me as the practice person!