The blue table is back! It’s a glorious sunny day here in Nashville — which feels a bit odd after a couple of weeks of Washington winter drear — and I decided to take full advantage of the surprise.
What you might not be able to see: this is the almost end of the last chart of Leaves of Grass … so close to the knit-on edging. So very far from a finished shawl.
I really am in love with this yarn. It’s woolly and colorful and very tweedy. Perfect.
I bought some more in another color — thistle, a slightly shocking purple — and am already daydreaming about one more gigantic shawl. Or maybe a cardigan. Or pullover.
It’s not finished yet, but we’re getting there.
I’m using the recommended Loft (color: blanket fort [what??]) and it is lovely, if rather strangely named. The flecks of magenta and blue are perfect.
And with two more charts to go, I think I’ve found my winter companion. (ETA, Leaves of Grass, that is.)
Remember the chunky baktus? (Mysteriously un-raveled until this very moment.) It’s pretty great and very giant.
Apparently, this is my early-morning presidential pose. What caught my attention on the ceiling? No idea. A cobweb? Most likely. In any case, it was the last day of school before Thanksgiving break …
… and now I’m back, after a fantastic trip to California for the fourth-annual Sistersgiving: I made a start on Leaves of Grass, ate lots of delicious food, got plenty of sleep, and caught up with my sister.
I hope everyone who celebrated had a wonderful holiday (weekend)!
… and maybe listening to a little Lionel Richie. (Check out those sweet dance moves.) I can’t help myself, it’s a dorky, it’s soothing, it reminds me of the time (= most of my childhood) when I wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer. Perfect antidote to stupid application stress.
I also took some time out to visit the yarn store with a friend and pick up some buttons. And wonderfully woolly Brown Sheep bulky for a Ganomy hat, knitted by special request in FC Union Berlin colors. An evening later … finished cardigan! finished hat! The perfect instant gratification.
Now, back to what I should be doing …
My dearest friend in Nashville — and one of my dearest friends full stop — will be leaving this evening. She’s off on some exciting academic adventures and though I’m very happy for her … it’s always sad to say goodbye. She’s been such a big, generous, wonderful part of my life, Nashville won’t quite be the same without her.
So I’m glad I could send her off with her hat. Finally. 8 months late.
I always did need a deadline.
Rowan felted tweed in billberry (151) and ginger (154), less than one skein each
tiny needles for the brim, US5/3.75mm needles for the body
… I finally, finally, FINALLY finished selbu two.
(apologies for the dark photos)
According to my ravelry page, I started this hat on January 8. For a friend’s birthday in February. Hmm … all things considered, 9 months isn’t so very long to wait for hat. I did, after all, change horses in midstream, starting over with two glorious shades of Rowan felted tweed: Billberry and Ginger. Yum. It was a lovely yarn to work with, and so much better suited to stranded knitting than the sock yarn I’d chosen before.
Though I’m sheepish to admit it, part of the reason I’d been dragging my feet on finishing this particular hat was the two-color knitting. I need much more practice– my tension is wonky and I have no idea how my stitches are either loose or tight, but never nicely in between. And I am no natural-born continental knitter.
Maybe I should start in on one of Kate Davies’ incredible tams?
That will have to wait. Right now, I’m enjoying a mad rush of finishing … today’s project: knit a heel and toe for a long-lost sock. I’m feeling in a very sock kind of mood, maybe it’s time to cast on for more? I also have plans for a job-market cardigan …
At least Alice is comfy.
Well, hello there. Perhaps you’ve guessed that are a little on the hectic side around here? I have been sucked into a strange alternate shadow-Kirk world, where job applications and research statements and electronic letterhead seem like the only topics of conversation. It is intensely boring, and yet … so compelling.
In any case, I’ve sent one out and have 3o more to go … I’m really going to need to get a grip.
And in that spirit, I present to you: Levenwick, the button-less wonder!
This is the only somewhat not blurry photo I managed. But you get the idea. It really is a lovely cardigan, and now that fall has finally arrived in Nashville, I really need to get some buttons. And knit that pocket.
The heathered gold shade is so lovely and so easy to wear. Speaking of which, Hooray! has summered well … it made it’s fall debut earlier this week, looking sturdy and fresh with hardly a pill to be found. My advisor wanted to talk about its construction before we got down to research statements, which is a nice way to put it all in perspective.
But most exciting of all, it turns out that one of the first-year students is also an avid knitter. She asked for the pattern and we’ve already made plans to take a trip to the local Haus of Yarn.
Exciting stuff, as you can see from Alice.
I’ve also finished blankets for the two little ones on the way. More on that soon!
Did anyone else read that book growing up? It was one of my favorites in sixth grade. I either wanted to be Kate Bloomfield or have her as my best friend … and it holds up quite well, I’d say. Or at least it did, the last time I was at home and read it again.
So, hey. Here I am. Things are hectic. I’m applying for jobs. Real jobs, that require a PhD. That’s scary stuff.
I miss my knitting time. I miss you guys.
So here I am, taking Philippa’s advice and knitting some log cabin blankets for all the babies arriving later this fall. It’s very satisfying, meditative — and squishy — knitting. The Noro makes it exciting.
And babies need things made with love.
Just the ticket for my rather frazzled self. Which is precisely my feeling about the Alison Krauss station on Pandora. Why did I not discover Pandora until yesterday afternoon? Why are Dolly Parton and Loretta Lynn and Gillian Welch so good?
Sigh. Questions for the ages.
Right up there with why is Noro so pretty.
… have you ever made a decision that somehow got a little out of hand?
Yeah, me neither.