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Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts

Thursday, March 7, 2013

How much is my knitting worth?

DSCN2030Years ago, a dear friend of mine, who had taken up knitting, asked me why, if I was going to put precious time and effort into knitting, was I using acrylic yarn instead of something really beautiful like wool or silk.  Now I am talking two decades or more ago, before there were soooo many beautiful fibers readily available.  At the time, I remember feeling a little embarassed, and as usual, I had little of any substance to say.  I had come from a lifetime of scrimping and saving, but by then I was earning a considerable income, and even after paying considerable student loans, I could have afforded finer materials.
I pondered the question she posed, and explained to myself that I was just trying out patterns, and if I liked something enough, I could always make it up again in a finer yarn.  Kind of like in sewing, it was like testing a pattern by making a muslin (or toile, for our British friends) to check fit, drape, etc.
In the years since my friend posed the question, I cannot recall a single time that I worked up a pattern in a “cheap” yarn, and then chose to do it again in something luxurious.  Not once.  Now, I haven’t done a lot of knitting (which is too bad, when I consider how much yarn I have bought and stashed).  I seem to be more intrigued with making little swatches to try new techniques, like lace, or double-knitting.  I have made socks, all in acrylic, but not just because one of my sons breaks out in a rash when wool touches his skin.  I have always felt like I was still on the sock learning curve.  That, and I thought they would wear better over the long haul.  And I’ve made a shawl, and an afghan, but never in expensive yarn.  I think the truth is simply that I am a cheapskate.  Is that too harsh a judgment?  Perhaps I should just say “tightwad”.  No, I guess that isn’t any more genteel.  But the truth is the truth, I am frugal.  Maybe I feel like I can justify good, durable materials to stock on-hand for projects that bless my family without involving any kind of sacrifice.  I suspect the next step for me is to commit to making something really special for someone, and invest in the best materials, and have something really lovely to give.  It’s scary, though, as it seems it may be habit-forming.  DSCN2024In the meantime, I am going to try to use up this kind of nice, but kind of yucky yarn.  (I sneaked in a picture of the coffee mug that goes with the Evergreen Ernie dinnerware I spoke of in this post.)DSCN2027I worked up a gauge swatch, holding the yarn double (which was a nuisance, as the yarn is already quite “splitty”.   This took me quite a long time, and here’s why.  Like many Americans, I have always knitted in the “English” style, where you carry your working yarn in your right hand.  I recently watched a tutorial on double-knitting, and the instructor recommended using the “Continental” style for double-knitting.  Well, introducing a new handiwork technique is like telling me the cookie jar is full and there is cold milk in the fridge.  I had to try it.  I knit (and purled) the whole swatch in the Continental style.  It was quite a challenge for me.  Apparently, when I get better at it, it is faster than the English style.  For me, I think that it will take a lot of Continental knitting before it is faster for me than English, but I like having a new technique under my belt.
DSCN2025I found it more difficult to keep a steady tension, and my stitches don’t look quite so regular and even.  I tried to show how loose some of it looked on the back, but I’m not so sure the picture below shows it well.  About 1/3 of the way down from the top on the left side of the pic, you can see 2 rows (a couple of rows apart from each other) that look a little darker – it is because there is a big gap between the rows, where I knitted a loose row halfway across.  I watched  some continental knitting video tutorials on YouTube, and learned that Continental does tend to be looser than English. (I recommend this one from CraftSanity.com)DSCN2026I like a fine-gauge fabric, and would have knit it up single, but I was afraid the lacy parts would get a little lost.  Even held double, this is still a pretty fine gauge.  (4”x4”:28 sts and 39 rows).  It is a little larger than the called-for gauge, but I’ll use it anyway, where this is a scarf, and the final dimensions are not critical. DSCN2028
The pattern is free and I found it here on Ravelry; it is shown made up in alpaca, and linked to Ravelry by the Toft Alpaca Shop in the UK.
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I took all of the above pictures in the sunniest room of our house, but it’s quite overcast right now.  I slipped on my Bean Mocs, and stepped outside to show you why the sun isn’t shining here.DSCN2036This picture tells the story.
DSCN2031It is very windy, too.  We’ve had a lot of wind with our storms this winter.  See the granite post below?  That is supposed to be a lamp-post!  The wind blew the lamp right off of it about 3 weeks ago.DSCN2035Here is a pine tree in our side yard:  see the bough lying on the ground?DSCN2032DSCN2034
The birch on the right is a gratuitous picture, I just love birch trees.  This one is across the street.
Spring starts officially in less than two weeks.  I just keep telling myself that.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Blizzard

Home Sweet Home

We survived!  And never lost power, even with all that wind.  We got close to 3 feet, but who can tell;  the wind howled and sculpted the snow, drifting into piles here and sweeping the ground bare there.  So where do you measure a reliable depth?
Lady Tamara Underbite
 Yesterday, the warmth of the sun enabled a little melting, and then as the sun set, the top of the snow froze in a little bit of icy crust.  Little Tammie, only a little over 20 lbs, found that she could skitter along the top of the snow, without falling through.
Not so for that big boy below, her brother.  He tips the scales at about 45 lbs, and not particularly overweight, according to the vet!  Just big boned!  (me too)

It is snowing again today.  A nice, gentle snowfall, no wind.  big, fat fluffy flakes.

More pictures soon......
His Massiveness, Duke of Cocker Spanieldom, Lord Biband Tucker
 
Normally, the dogs go out a few times a day, being allowed free run in our yard, which is bordered by an Invisible Fence.  Last week, it stopped working

Too excited to stand still for camera
due to a break in the wire somewhere.  But what can you do about it with all this snow on the ground.  Their range has been restricted to the driveway, quite limiting.  So, I've been walking them on leashes, to run off some x-s NRG.
Our street is a dead end, so there is little traffic, and we can just saunter down the middle like it's just a wide footpath.  The banks are a few feet high, so all they can see is snow!  I let them off the leashes a little so they can run and run.  They have such good traction, and I sure can't keep up.  They stop to catch their breath and eat some snow, getting it all over their furry muzzles.   If you have ever seen a breed description for Cockers, they always describe their dispositions as "merry"  and I can attest to that.  (Although, that is only when they are awake....)  If you need a dog for a cheering companion, this may just be the breed for you.


Friday, January 20, 2012

Morningview

The photo in the banner is taken in the morning light from my mother's kitchen window. And the photo above is taken from mine.
I walked through the house this morning taking in all the views. This is looking out onto my driveway and front lawn, and at my neighbor's house across the street.
Looking out my bedroom window.
As beautiful as the snow and trees are, I really think that the apricot glow of the morning light is what makes the view magical.
Driving to work, I have favorite scenery. 8 horses on a hillside.

Okay, I can only see seven here, but there really are 8. I've counted them many times.
And this is the house where I often see the wild turkeys. But they were shy of me when I stopped the car and most of them fled.
Except this one.
Even in the parking lot at work....look how blue the sky was today.
For those of you in warmer climates, this is an azalea. In snow.
And I couldn't resist -- the Sunshine State --Really?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Closed for the Winter...

This cottage is out on Biddeford Pool. I don't know how many year-round residents there are, but it isn't very many. Most of the houses are closed up. This is one of my favorites because of:
  • The natural shingles weathered to a blend-in-with-an-overcast-sky gray
  • The tide-rounded stones
  • The way the moss/lichen on the stones contrasts with the bright aqua trim of the screen door
  • The granite lintel.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

But something has to be left to God...

ice amid the rock

I googled: "poetry cold".
Should it surprise me that the first poem I found was by "Frost" himself?
I had not read this one before, but I like it...
By Robert Frost 1874–1963

This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
And cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm
An orchard away at the end of the farm
All winter, cut off by a hill from the house.
I don't want it girdled by rabbit and mouse,
I don't want it dreamily nibbled for browse
By deer, and I don't want it budded by grouse.
(If certain it wouldn't be idle to call
I'd summon grouse, rabbit, and deer to the wall
And warn them away with a stick for a gun.)
I don't want it stirred by the heat of the sun.
(We made it secure against being, I hope,
By setting it out on a northerly slope.)
No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm;
But one thing about it, it mustn't get warm.
"How often already you've had to be told,
Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold.
Dread fifty above more than fifty below."
I have to be gone for a season or so.
My business awhile is with different trees,
Less carefully nourished, less fruitful than these,
And such as is done to their wood with an axe—
Maples and birches and tamaracks.
I wish I could promise to lie in the night
And think of an orchard's arboreal plight
When slowly (and nobody comes with a light)
Its heart sinks lower under the sod.
But something has to be left to God.
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My mind pops and crackles with the metaphors this orchard represents for me.
How I can't protect my children
(yes, still children to me, although the 20-year-old might pause...)
from the threats to well-being they face when I am not around.
How we have taken care to choose the right exposure.
How we want to gather those who might harm them and give them fair warning.
And then being brought up short: "But something has to be left to God." !
After all...
In the end...
When it comes right down to it.....................
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But my original purpose was to portray the cold as a hostile element, one to be eluded, not one entrusted to protect, preserve, and even prepare.
(The irony of thinking that way after having just posted an ice cream cake, for whom room temperature is the enemy, does not escape me.)
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But for me, the cold is, well...cold.
But I know the antidote: warmth
Like Split Pea & Ham Soup
Like a Love Story
Like homemade Corn Muffins
Maybe this meal is a love story.
I know it's a prayer.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Pretty as a Birthday Cake

I had a friend who once said to me "You look like a birthday cake!". I didn't understand, and she explained that it was her mother's expression. When someone looked especially pastel and pretty, she likened their appearance to that of a birthday cake.
I have never forgotten what I was wearing: a soft pink cotton sweater (with a hand-crocheted lacy collar) over a creamy linen pleated skirt with beige/nude pumps.
Today, we finally got Winter. It snowed most of the day and all of outdoors looks like a giant white birthday cake. Maybe like this one.
We have 2 January birthdays. Sean came on New Year's Day 15 years ago, and this was his birthday cake this year. It was my first attempt at making an ice cream cake. (Heck, it was the first cake I'd made in many months, possibly stretching to years!)
I'll be trying again this weekend. Evan turned 18 yesterday, and while we marked the actual day with lemon cupcakes I whipped up from a box mix, I am planning another whack at the ice cream cake this weekend.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snow Day

No one reading this should be too surprised that I am home for a snow day. I live on southern coast of Maine, and it is national news that we are getting the same massive snow storm that has swept over much of the rest of the country. The boys are home from school. We had waffles for a late breakfast . Now everyone is lazing around and trying to figure out what to do with the day.
As usual, I have no trouble thinking of things that will more than fill the available time. First on the list are repairs to Evan's ski parka. Brand new ski parka. The one he had for less than 24 hours before tearing it to shreds. Last Sat., we bought the ever-growing 17yo a new parka. Size Mens xl. On Sunday morning, he left on the bus with the Ski Club for a day at Sunday River. Sunday evening, he came with some major damage to New Parka. I can repair. Will take at least an hour. Involves patching and reinforcing torn fabric, and then re-assembling and sewing torn seams. We'll see.
I have many new sewing projects I want to blog about. Soon.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Archaeology

Here's one I have unearthed after-what, 8, 9 years? My son, Ian, was probably in 4th or 5th grade, when there was no school because of the 1st snow day of the year. I stayed home from work, and of course, the children frolicked in the snow several times that day. We had a fire in the fire place and set up the clothes-drying rack to dry sodden hats and mittens. There was hot chocolate with mini-marshmallows, and probably tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. In the afternoon, I taught Ian and his little friend Caroline a little embroidery. I hooped up some simple ironed-on transfers with their initials. To this day, they remain UFOs, but they are perfect souvenirs of the lovely day, just as they are.
Later that week, I bought the little cross-stitch project above, intending for Ian and I to work on it together for a teacher Christmas present. It didn't happen and suffered the fate of many of my well-intended, but abandoned projects. It wound up with The Others. (You know what I am talking about.)
I un-earthed it, recently. Such an activity is really like an archaelogical dig. Each layer has a story to tell, each new UFO reaching further back in my history of unrealized dreams. Some projects are more pathetic than others. The ones that were way too ambitious for the time before they were needed as a gift or a commemoration. The ones that were just too uninteresting to inspire any loyalty. But others aren't worthy of pity, but instead, stir our interest anew. These are the projects whose relevance was suddenly eclipsed by the pull of some other life event. After all, they are all leisure time activities, and when we are earning a living and raising a family, they occupy a back seat to...well, everything!
Well, so now I've finished the little cross-stitch above, in an evening. (It had to wait years for an hour and a half of attention?)Is it an FO now? Not really, it needs to be incorporated into something now - a pencil case? an eyeglass case? a sachet, a pincushion, an ornament? I don't know where the little frame is, but, not interesting anyway....
So, it is and it isn't yet a FO. The Mary Engelbreit fat quarters lend themselves to a little patchwork project. I'm leaning toward a pencil case (for which I have no real use) or an eyeglass case. So I guess, it is now an element for an as-yet-undefined new project, and not yet even part of a WIP!
How about you? Can you conduct a little archaeology and convert a UFO into a WIP into a FO? Pencil it in for January, when the cold, dark winter lends itself to stitching time, and you itch to start a project, but your budget is still bloodied and bruised from the Christmas ransacking. Or if you have the time and creativity, perhaps your archives will yield some Christmas gifts and save you the hassle and expense of shopping.
Updates on previous posts:
I have pulled 6 more inchworms off the sage (and parsley, turns out they will eat parsley when the sage is almost gone). Where were they hiding?
I take the crochet edging with me wherever I go. The plus: You can take advantage of otherwise wasted moments to progress on the project. The minus: You risk losing the crochet hook. Result: I made some progress, but I lost the crochet hook. It is a size 9. Note: Michael's carries steel crochet hooks in sizes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 10. Sigh.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

OTH: Crochet Projects

Fresh snow is so pretty, n'est-ce pas? I took this picture on Wednesday morning before I got in the car to go to work.
I made this the other day, in a not-very-inspired attempt to have a crochet project. I think it's cute and all and will make a functional dishcloth. But it was done in no time and there I was again with nothing OTH....
So the next thing I tried were these facial pads....And they're cute and all, too, but not much fun to make, really. I must have weak crocheting muscles in my hands, because I always feel like I'm wrestling when I work with worsted weight cotton. I don't mind cotton thread at all, which is good because I think I need to make a finer fabric to use for facial pads. I tried one of these, and found it a bit too rough. I'm going to try washing them in a net bag and see if they soften up a little.
I thought about making some crocheted snowflakes, starching them and using them in my sunny dining room and dangling them in sunny windows to decorate for our post-Christmas pre-Valentine wintry January. But it's already Jan. 23 and all I've done is favorited a bunch of free patterns in Ravelry. And since I'm always slow to be prepared for the next holiday, I figure I should probably be thinking about Valentine's Day. Maybe I'll try a Sweet Heart Garland like Cassi Griffin's on Craft Stylish? And look at these, here. (Warning: time vortex!) That may be another fairly quick project, though and I really want something that challenges me and even kind of takes my breath away, when I look at it and watch it come along.
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I once took this book out of my local library. Then again a year or so later. I haven't made anything yet, but I finally bought the book on ebay, and I think it's time to commit and dig in!
It's Better Homes and Gardens Romantic Crochet. Interestingly, when I googled it today I found that BH&G have (has?) another book called "Romantic Looks Crochet", with fashions in it. Ooooh, very intriguing. I'll be scoping ravelry and google to find pictures of the garments and maybe reviews by others who have the book. Maybe it needs to be in my library? I have a good impression of BH&G publications so far, so I tend to think it's worth checking out.
Peruse it with me:
This bedscape is a stitcher's dream. The bedspread is made from panels (linen, I think?), embroidered with Jacobean-crewel-inspired ornated floral motifs, then joined with hand-crocheted lace insertion and encircled with lace edging. The pillows are crazy-quilt inspired with patchwork, applique, cutwork and embroidery techniques.
Note the red transferware, couldn't resist including this photo. Or maybe it was the cake.
Those dishes deserve this gorgeous filet crochet runner.
Don't you want to be on this picnic? In a simple but pretty sundress; peasant-style bodice with a drapey, flowy, fullish skirt. Barefoot.(Ignore the snow outside....) That motif is a thistle! I love that motif - I think I have a little Scottish, several generations back, in my family, and the thistle is Scotland's national flower. Did you notice the teacup and saucer in the pic with the book? It's English bone china, Thistle by Colclough. Mumsie gave it to me. Isn't she sweet?
So. Any of these or the many other projects in the book would be suitably meaty for a long-term challenging accomplishment. I'm leaning toward the filet crochet runner. I loooooove the bedspread. It would give me an embroidery project and crochet to work on. However, I think as long as I have dogs, who sleep on beds, that is really not a good idea...... And since I need them to keep my feet warm :), I don't really entertain the notion of not allowing them up on beds.
And there are the crisp and fresh-looking crochet-lace-edged cotton hemstitched curtains. Oh, I guess I didn't post a picture. What do you think I should work on? Post a comment and we'll see if anyone's reading this :).
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Here's why I take in my geranium urns for the winter...........