In a surprising move, I was for once slightly ahead of the trend curve and have been on Ravelry for a bit. Not the first wave by any means, but a while. And a question has come up for me: what is the etiquette around adding friends? I read a number of knitting blogs, but I’m an inveterate lurker, usually too shy and tongue-tied to post a comment. Is it still okay for me add my favorite bloggers to my friends list, even though they have no idea who I am? I don’t want to presume and freak someone out; on the other had, I do like keeping up with their crafty endeavors.
Thanks for any input. One day I’ll get over this social awkwardness. Or not.
Apropos of what I’m listening to right now, how about Harry Shearer? Get thee to LeShow.
And apropos of favorite bloggers whose blogs I’m too shy leave comments on, I found Ashley’s discussion of the yarn porn terminology engaging. I have to admit to my own qualms about using "yarn porn" as a descriptor, but am also stymied as to an alternative. And I can see using "porn" in good fun, if not exactly as an act of reclamation, but perhaps of redirection.
So, here are some scintillating yarn portraits:
Dream in Color Classy in Good Luck Jade
This is knitting up into a lovely new Clapotis:
And more Noro!
This is my last remaining ball meant for the Lizard Ridge; after this square, only 9 more to go. Or rather, it would be only 9 more to go, were all of my squares the same size. I’ll update the Lizard Ridge saga another day. Let’s just say that size 8 needles do *not* produce the same size square as size 7. Oh my.
Even with the blogging … Apparently my writer’s block has infected the blog posts as well. Well, that and the moving to Germany. I’m still quite jet lagged — as is the cat. We made the trip, though, and Alice is settling in well, even if she does appear a bit puzzled by the lack of furniture.
mmmm … German breakfast on my new camp table
But what about the knitting? Most of my yarn (and all of my pattern books) are now in storage … which is both rather liberating and scary — much like the move itself. I’m not tied down by my dreams of projects that will magically improve and prettify my life; on the other hand, what do I do without all of those dreamy projects?
The answer right now: listen to Eddie Izzard. And work on my new Clapotis using Dream in Color Classy in Good Luck Jade. (No photos yet; surprisingly lack of daylight in the middle of the night.)
Of course, I did pick up a bit of yarn. In fact, the first yarn I’ve bought in Germany:
Lana Grossa Meilenweit Mega Boots Stretch
The color is just a number (8835), but the yarn is a lovely deep purpley-brown color with bits of other colors plied in. Even though I don’t have anything definitely in mind for this yarn yet, I have been mulling over the possibilities in the new Knitty: namely, Back to Basics. A simple pattern would seem the best way to show off the lovely colors.
I would, however, like to try a bit of project monogamy and see if I can finished up the Clapotis v.2 before getting started on something new. Perhaps that’s a dream akin to "passive research." Also a goal of this stay in Germany. Research, that is.
So my Sockapalooza4 socks arrived in NJ … and they’re lovely, don’t you think?
Rachael certainly makes a nice sock. They fit really well, the silk/wool yarn isn’t in the least bit scratchy, the pattern is lovely and simple, the stripes are super-fun, and the colors are bright and cheery.
And look at the snazzy tubular cast-on:
Thanks so much, Rachael! Just one more photo:
action shot with afterthought heel and ribbing
Sockapalooza is pretty much the only excitement around here. That and my impending move to Germany, which I’m starting to freak out about. Oh yeah, and work. What work? You know, all that academic stuff that I’ve been ignoring since … well, since I started grad school, basically. I’ve turned into an incredible ostrich when it comes to my academic career (ha). I just hope it will all go away. It doesn’t. It gets worse. And then I whine. Sorry about that.
On a cheerier note … more FOs to come!
… that I can’t get gauge in worsted weight yarn with size US 10.5 needles?
Oh, lovely Cactus Blossom, you shall be the end of me.
I know grad school makes me tense, but this seems a bit ridiculous.
That’s right. I finally sent off the very big socks, which after a trip to the laundromat, are decidedly more reasonably sized:
The Malabrigo felted nicely: a tight, dense fabric, but still soft and hopefully durable. The fabric was a bit flatter, somehow, than I had hoped; perhaps with wear they will soften up and bloom a bit. Without the mohair content of the Lamb’s Pride (the recommended yarn for Fuzzyfeet) the lovely soft halo is missing, although the kettle dyeing resulted in some subtle striping. The color grew on me — it’s quite a nice mellow orange-pink-red shot through with some brownish tints. I really hope my Pal likes them!
It was quite stressful trying to decide on a yarn and a pattern — earlier posts have been dedicated to my indecision. I started some Jaywalkers but there was no way they would have been finished anytime approaching … say, before winter. And I was worried about sizing, having never knit a real sock before. I didn’t want my Pal to be the guinea pig of my ill-sized and wonkily-knitted first socks. I hope Fuzzyfeet turn out to be okay.
In a frenzy of finishitis, I also made the mate to my Dashing Malabrigo mitts:
I think they live up to their name; I especially like the way the colors spiral up the body of the gloves. And thanks to wacky Vermont summer weather, it was even cool enough yesterday evening that I had the chance to try them out. Very snuggly.
Am I a child for my inability to look at a sock this large and not sing (in a giant’s voice): "giant sock / giant sock / look at the size of that sock"? Signs point to yes.
another Fuzzyfoot in super-soft Malabrigo, color: mineral red (*not* pinkter sphincter: I do not support dirty-mindedness)
And have you seen Shobhana’s new pattern? Mmmm … I see a jolie laide confection of cashmere in my very near future. Sometimes the pattern you’re looking for just presents itself. Magic.
But first, another giant sock.
Here’s my contribution to the Clapotis fan club and world domination fraktion:
the you know in Noro Cashmere Island #5
It’s drapey and lovely and I think it’s smashing. The yarn is quite soft (mmm … cashmere) and the colors really grew on me. At first, I was a bit overwhelmed and was afraid the finished piece would look farcical. But after a while the colors kind of made sense. Even the sections I was least fond of (brick red, mossy green) seemed to be just right in the end.
Or: photos at last.
Yep. It’s a crazy stripey Clapotis. Getting there. Slowly.
And I’m keeping my eyes on this:
Despite my recent stint as a very bad blogger indeed, I wanted to post a big thank you! to my Sockpal for what I believe to be some lovely Sockapalooza 4 socks. Unfortunately, because of my complicated summer living situation (no apartment, temporary room, Germany, Vermont, etc.) they arrived at my parents’ house — which is on the other side of the country — yesterday. At least, I think they did. The pal is still a mystery, as are the socks, but my mother is forwarding the package and I’m very excited to see what it contains when I get back to my regular summer abode. And I didn’t want to delay the thank you to the mystery knitter.
I’m working on lots of different things … including my Sockapalooza socks. Such a bad Sockpal. I didn’t realize how stressful it could be making socks for someone else. I want them to be really great … even more so now that they’re late.
No pictures. Silly dial-up.