tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216153302024-03-07T01:39:57.189-07:00shoeless(It's a knitting blog.)Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-70630825788111350092016-11-07T21:38:00.000-07:002016-11-07T21:58:01.338-07:00recipe : Tuesday's Tomato SoupThere's a burger & shakes place by Bear Lake in Garden City, Utah, which bears the highly-descriptive name of Quick n' Tasty. On late summer afternoons when the fam is tired and gritty from a day at the lake and we need fresh raspberry shakes to end the day right, I prefer the Quick n' Tasty to the more well-known LaBeau's, probably just because I like to say Quick n' Tasty. And I like to say it with feeling.<p>
PeeWee and I threw this soup together for dinner from what we could find in the cupboard because I haven't been grocery shopping for ages--and I'm happily surprised it turned out so well. What else haven't I done for ages? Post on this blog. No matter, no one reads it anyway. But it makes a good place to save this recipe, which was, by golly, quick... n' tasty!<p>
<b>Tuesday Tomato Soup</b><br />
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1 large yellow onion<br>
4 medium carrots<br>
3 celery stalks<br>
1 T olive oil<br>
28 oz. jar of marinara sauce<br>
1 tsp. chicken soup base or bouillon<br>
1/2 granulated garlic<br>
2 T. pesto sauce<br>
2 T. balsamic vinegar<br>
1/2 tsp. salt<br>
1/4 tsp. ground black pepper<p>
Sauté the chopped onion, carrots, and celery in olive oil for about 5 minutes over medium heat. Add marinara sauce, chicken soup base, garlic, and 1/2 cup of water. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Purée using an immersion blender, then stir in pesto sauce and vinegar. Add salt & pepper to taste. Serve with the last few croutons from that bag you forgot was in the cupboard. If you're not in the mood for the vinegar, you could stir in 1/3 c. of sour cream, if you have it.<p>
Yes, I know it's not Tuesday. I made this soup on a Monday, but it's my blog and I like the way Tuesday and Tomato sound together. By Golly.<p>
And yes, I did knit that washcloth in the picture, thanks for noticing. What's the pattern, you ask? It's here on Simply Notable: <a href="http://www.simplynotable.com/2013/the-almost-lost-washcloth-pattern/">The Almost Lost Washcloth Pattern</a>.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-56781306054938090192016-05-16T16:45:00.002-06:002023-02-08T11:07:23.419-07:00Job, schmobI KNIT. I'M A KNITTER. I KNIT!!! (Anyone else have a mental picture of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrbY4hsNh64">Bill Murray</a> strapped to a mast as they read the foregoing declaration?)
I know that there are many, many knitters out there who are gainfully employed outside of their homes, and yet they still manage to knit in their off-hours. I was not one of those people. In the past 8 years since I started working for someone else, I've been at a virtual crafting standstill. As I am currently between jobs, I seem to have gotten my groove back. Who needs a job when there is so much neglected yarn crying out for love and attention?
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I present to you my first WIP completed in, um... a very long time. Oldest daughter Bob pilfered some Noro Kureyon #170 from my hoard (intended in the distant past for a <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/lizard-ridge">Lizard Ridge</a> afghan) and started this seed stitch neck warmer, oh--probably 4 years ago--and now I've finished it. We shall call it <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/shoeless/bobs-little-neck-warmer">Bob's Little Neck Warmer!</a> I know. My skillz as a wordsmith leave you stunned and amazed.
It was a lovely bit of TV knitting that happened while watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi2643132697/">Jesse Stone</a>, starring the inimitable Tom Selleck. Ah, such fond memories of spending nearly every bus ride home from 6th grade discussing the FINE qualities of Magnum, PI. Anywaysss... (You should know if you click that Jesse Stone link, that the trailer gives a good taste of the visuals in the Jesse Stone movies, but the trailer music is whack and doesn't match the show. So don't think your going to feel frenetic energy in this series of made-for-TV movies. The actual music in the movies is haunting and gorgeous--a perfect fit for the New England setting. I highly recommend them, especially if you love Tom Selleck playing tough and taciturn. Mmmmm.)
I finished the neck warmer off during Friday Movie Night--and then in a moment of weakness, I let middle daughter Leeda dye my hair to match. You see, in the intervening years between my last shoeless post and this one, I had abandoned my friend Miss Clairol and embraced my natural silvery state. I should have recalled from my wool-dying days of yore that this would provide a perfect canvas for the magenta dye. It's BRIGHT, people! Leeda assures me it's a "temporary" dye, but if I have a job interview come through this week, I might have to renew my relationship with Miss Clairol. Too bad. I haven't missed her.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-52727942562815674062012-06-27T17:44:00.001-06:002012-06-27T21:47:28.154-06:00Speaking of the 70's...This is my son. Adolescence is rough. Well, motherhood is rough too, and it's better to laugh about it than cry, right? And his 'fro definitely brings tears to my eyes--the kind that accompany wheezy gasping laughter. I will miss his crazy hair--but I think he's so handsome with a sleek haircut. <br />
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I love this boy. He has a steadiness, a kindness, and a benevolence that brings me joy. He's patient and understanding and very, very funny. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlnUPtVRrlgMpK8lAeB3He5qt9S_Q8ZuBb8RAyuvGUJtj6hQFxQEHjbjYU6O-RO4UgEX7FGWxLI9qYBOUXce-KLN10O5lEVSgDLP1SxPH9njwFAcNFFvx_jCpeuY7TLiGaKqG/s640/blogger-image-1166132320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlnUPtVRrlgMpK8lAeB3He5qt9S_Q8ZuBb8RAyuvGUJtj6hQFxQEHjbjYU6O-RO4UgEX7FGWxLI9qYBOUXce-KLN10O5lEVSgDLP1SxPH9njwFAcNFFvx_jCpeuY7TLiGaKqG/s640/blogger-image-1166132320.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_OIhYz6gP9D1XChSlbkBwQO2q-hOU2brDlFvWzOwtvDYfpU9h27_0xEuJfUaDsNrWXtVQaJ8Jg64x01Nn1-sbYThl5_WntZT6QwRrdPKl8d_u5i51aemyBQASS7xn74pysBW/s640/blogger-image-1954182723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_OIhYz6gP9D1XChSlbkBwQO2q-hOU2brDlFvWzOwtvDYfpU9h27_0xEuJfUaDsNrWXtVQaJ8Jg64x01Nn1-sbYThl5_WntZT6QwRrdPKl8d_u5i51aemyBQASS7xn74pysBW/s640/blogger-image-1954182723.jpg" /></a></div>Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-52816592913250514262012-06-24T23:58:00.001-06:002012-06-24T23:58:34.203-06:00ReunionEric's parents bought an old church last summer. It's right by a small lake (actually a reservoir) in a teeny little mountain town, a 20-minute south by southwest drive through the canyon. We had a family reunion there yesterday: canoeing, ping-pong, horseshoes, burgers, hot dogs, creamy green Jello, cousins last seen at least 6 inches ago, old people talking. And pollen. Loads of it. Up my nose. I chased a wiffle ball under a juniper and emerged sneezing my brains out. I don't remember much of what happened after that. I think I have histamine-induced amnesia. I might have committed to going to a Crossfit workout tomorrow morning with Eric's cousin Jenny. I'm just a little bit scared of the workout, but I'm super scared of backing out on Jenny. She could and would take me out, all 102 pounds of her.<br />
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First thing I did? Surfed Ravelry for about, I don't know--two hours, probably. Next, I found that most of the knitting blogs I used to read are gone. Did we stop knitting or did we just stop having the time (or urge, or internet access, or...) to write about it? Hmmm. Anywayssssss...<br />
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I'm not currently knitting anything. I should amend that: I am not currently making any progress on the 21 or so knitted works-in-progress that are strewn about my home. I am, however, crocheting an hexagon block afghan out of Kroy Socks FX in gorgeous reds/oranges/greens (colorway "Clover"). It is a complete copycat of a <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/PrincessFroglips/hexagon-how-to">project</a> I saw on Ravelry, made by someone with the handle of Princess Froglips. I think that she might be the lost twin sister my parents couldn't bear to mention. Not only does she have chihuahuas, yes, but we also look eerily similar. Okay, it's true that I've never had a chihuahua, nor am I likely to ever have one, but my daughter's BFF has one named Bella! See? We are cosmically linked and I am making an afghan exactly like hers. Exactly. <a href="http://images4.ravelrycache.com/uploads/shoeless/107721154/document_upload24316-0_medium2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://images4.ravelrycache.com/uploads/shoeless/107721154/document_upload24316-0_medium2.jpg" width="478" /></a> <br />
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I average about 5 blocks per week. It's a join-as-you-go pattern based on <a href="http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/2008/11/hexagon-crochet.html">Hexagon How-To by Lucy of Attic24</a> I find her projects charming and I adore that she has a camping trailer which she is covering in juicy multi-colored crochet. Love.<br />
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After I discovered last fall that I could blog from my phone, I also soon discovered that I really don't have that much to say, if my thumbs are doing the talking. Now that my whole hands are involved in the typing, there's so much to catch up on! Have I mentioned my loom? No, I don't actually know how to use it. Soon though, very soon. After all, I have YouTube at my disposal now. Woohooooooooo! And I hear that Dance Moms episodes are on there. Yeah.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-81417059679046765912011-09-25T15:26:00.001-06:002011-09-25T15:27:52.786-06:00Now that is a big painting.<br />
Painting 2 of 2, commissioned by a client in Lichtenstein, 6 feet 3 inches by 13 feet. The first of the pair was *only* 6' 3" by 9'. Good thing my honey is a genius!<br />
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Typical question to Eric: "How do you paint something that big?"<br />
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Typical answer: "With a lot of paint." :P<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UaKMbBOQdwFudH-msjlhMUOLBHSUY-JGO8d48xJORlFXOP6jGS98HU2M38iUafQxtANTKFM64aKC7gcRpIjmTEP3IBTR5kWpUXORnwgpO8t9KIp_UqW7D2ul2Eps82WsKbnU/s640/blogger-image-1202411594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UaKMbBOQdwFudH-msjlhMUOLBHSUY-JGO8d48xJORlFXOP6jGS98HU2M38iUafQxtANTKFM64aKC7gcRpIjmTEP3IBTR5kWpUXORnwgpO8t9KIp_UqW7D2ul2Eps82WsKbnU/s640/blogger-image-1202411594.jpg" /></a></div>Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-24798608754242543122011-09-13T22:25:00.001-06:002011-09-13T23:09:57.414-06:00wicked awesomeRaisinets. Idina Menzel. People lifting a burning car off a trapped motorcyclist. 13-year-old son doing his own laundry. Little red baby sweaters. <br />
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These are a few of my favorite things tonight. Naturally I have a picture of the last item. My oldest daughter's drill team coach just had a baby girl. What more reason does one need? I think I'll put the pattern up on Ravelry--next week. I have a 16-feet long banner to make for the drill team's homecoming parade float before any pattern writing can happen. <br />
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Seriously, all we could talk about at work today was the video of people pushing a burning car up so they could pull the trapped guy out from under it. As we were driving back and forth from lessons this afternoon, I told my kids about it and showed them the video online. Then we drove up the hill and I pointed out the big burn mark on the asphalt. Unbelievable. Paige devoted her entire bedtime prayer to "the hurt motorcycle man and those good people who got him out". So sweet. <br />
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And finally, teenage boy doing his own laundry (sans prompting!!) while I listen to the Wicked soundtrack, nibble Raisinets, and type a blog post? Totally, unbelievably, super wicked awesome!<br />
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The only drawback is typing with my thumbs. Not my favorite. But otherwise this is completely AWESOME. Look! Blogging again!!! And instead of playing Pocket Frogs late at night when I should be sleeping, I can be surfing my favorite knitting blogs again. I'm ecstatic. I have missed it so. <br />
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I'm spinning some carded alpaca, angora, and silk--with a wee bit of copper flash--from Wooly Wonka Fibers. I got two 2 ounce bags of this fiber (colorway "The Shire") a few years ago at the Great Basin Fiber Fest. (Side note: I don't know how to, or<br />
even if I can, put hot links in my text. Sorry. ) I'm spinning it fine with a forward-hand assisted long draw. I'm feeling a 2-ply lace-weight coming on. 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I was busy with school and didn't let myself think about you, but I've missed seeing your bright, shiny reflection of me (or at least the little part of me that is sometimes bright and shiny). I've missed the way that you represented that there was a slot of time in my day when I could sit at the computer and read blogs or type messages to you, dear neglected blog o' mine.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLWFN-pRHUgNyiuIZTQoQ2eMWZy85qMCNVT5aFfnOGuh2725BkOJnquMnXppQCLmmAe3Ox6zIEGswcxh825m4DoBAjLRjYqcJ5T-qh0Cbh6nUdMmFHOv_UM2z_f6RAyTT62WK/s1600-h/hotpadswapbutton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314555374952535666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLWFN-pRHUgNyiuIZTQoQ2eMWZy85qMCNVT5aFfnOGuh2725BkOJnquMnXppQCLmmAe3Ox6zIEGswcxh825m4DoBAjLRjYqcJ5T-qh0Cbh6nUdMmFHOv_UM2z_f6RAyTT62WK/s320/hotpadswapbutton.jpg" border="0" /></a>Oh well. There's nothing better for shaking off the lack-of-crafting blues than some crochet action, WOOO! It's hot pad season, or my name's not Sqeaky McRumple! Whatever--I'm still making hot pads, and what's more, I'm going to join a <a href="http://potholderswap.blogspot.com/">swap</a>! Go look at this <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/1009841@N25/pool/">flickr group</a>. The sight of these hotpads make the beams of my 1962 pseudo-ranch-style home vibrate with happiness. MMMMMMMMMMM.<br /><br />Dear Ali asked a while ago, and I'll finally answer: School? I was going through a program at our local Vo-Tech college in Medical Assisting. I finished that up at the end of February and now I'm looking to join the ranks of the gainfully employed. You see, art sales are quite slow in a recession. My long-range plans are to work as a medical assistant for the next 3 years, then find a physician assistant program that will accept me, and eventually become a PA. There. Now it's all out there. I don't have an internet connection at home anymore, which is most of the reason why I haven't been on the blogs. I figured that since I have a little down-time while job hunting--I might as well renew myself with a little elixir-of-crochet. It was either that or laundry, and we all know how I feel about laundry...Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-15936923246767405112008-09-21T19:14:00.008-06:002008-09-21T20:09:17.050-06:00my excuse for being a slackerGuess what?!? I have a new thing to neglect while blogging. No, it's not another child. (Please, don't stick a fork in me--just take my word for it: I'm done.) It's homework! I've gone back to school and Holy Schnikey, I LIKEY. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy school. My kids think I'm nuts. What do they know? I'm challenging my brain and it is muy fantastico. I'm not sure if it will lead to more or less blogging. I'm pretty certain that there will be less knitting/spinning content, but I think there might be more philosophizing and generalized navel-gazing going on. In that last sentence, I managed to get a Z into 3 of the last 6 words. Huh.<br /><br />Some spinning...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdkfQENhQGmkYFhDO-Ugji1YfR83hTbwW7vvBqtxat74dfB8BXSGYKw5F2gGRbIozlUtMJZqmv6dye8YUvp9YrHO8DUQhJ18Wv1Y5hyEgymUwLBxcpd_-0Ij9qwJK7UIUMSpG/s1600-h/2008-09-10+totally+tubular+handspun+006.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdkfQENhQGmkYFhDO-Ugji1YfR83hTbwW7vvBqtxat74dfB8BXSGYKw5F2gGRbIozlUtMJZqmv6dye8YUvp9YrHO8DUQhJ18Wv1Y5hyEgymUwLBxcpd_-0Ij9qwJK7UIUMSpG/s320/2008-09-10+totally+tubular+handspun+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248661250582028962" /></a>Crosspatch Creations Totally Tubular Spinning Kit: 4 ounces of fiber divided up into 12 little batts--a joy to spin. I used long draw for it all and I <em>heart</em> long draw. Combed fiber + long draw = a fluffy, fuzzy woolen-spun yarn. I don't know how many yards, but I think I'll make something lovely for my mother out of it for Christmas. (I think that's my urge with all my handspun because my darling mom is so appreciative of handspun. Love her.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWlT3paVUt8N_Y25BLshZd5VR_Frv24qzW7QLXOEzmeAhQ5mAStvJQOacwGmhiztZuWFc4InBOWe_OIIm1fLX8tr_G7e281XytG3E41zyDsuTO6UZa9522WtWJWe6JoUm2vQW/s1600-h/2008-09-10+totally+tubular+handspun+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWlT3paVUt8N_Y25BLshZd5VR_Frv24qzW7QLXOEzmeAhQ5mAStvJQOacwGmhiztZuWFc4InBOWe_OIIm1fLX8tr_G7e281XytG3E41zyDsuTO6UZa9522WtWJWe6JoUm2vQW/s400/2008-09-10+totally+tubular+handspun+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248660901564040642" /></a>Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-62691134842663315992008-08-22T07:55:00.004-06:002008-08-22T09:36:50.317-06:00Weedy Surprise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LHKE5vlxNc-ThpkG03J5eRdbbN4p0ROsyftgGm1i8uvHAEZqLNaQne9SsKTmX9oW8Y3-EN1A-hnSVNnCwt-8pCJV2hguLwx94Z1dC7JOlm0V88A5yIiuJcRPuqgySmZuAeuO/s1600-h/2008-08-21+Baby+Surprise+Jacket+of+Spunky+Flowering+Weeds.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LHKE5vlxNc-ThpkG03J5eRdbbN4p0ROsyftgGm1i8uvHAEZqLNaQne9SsKTmX9oW8Y3-EN1A-hnSVNnCwt-8pCJV2hguLwx94Z1dC7JOlm0V88A5yIiuJcRPuqgySmZuAeuO/s400/2008-08-21+Baby+Surprise+Jacket+of+Spunky+Flowering+Weeds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237350603222815826" /></a>And no, I'm not talking about my garden. It's that Baby Surprise Jacket again. (I'm a little too pleased with myself for dyeing some yellow yarn and calling it "Mustard Weed" so that not only the color, but also the name coordinates with the blue/yellow "Flowering Weeds".) But in today's installment, the jacket is fully completed--buttons and all. I thought I'd mention the rounded neckline, since that's the only modification I made to the pattern.<br /><br />The original pattern has a squared off neck. I wouldn't normally mess with a square neck, because I <em>really like</em> square necklines, but I just wanted to see what a curving neck opening would look like. In the pattern, when it directs to cast off a bunch of stitches on each side for the neck, I simply cast off 3 at the beginning of the next two rows, then cast of 2 at the beginning of the next two rows, then cast off 1 at the beginning of the next bunch of rows until I had cast off the originally specified number of stitches. The edge was smoothed out with the applied i-cord, but I think it's still maybe a little lumpy. I think I'll be doing the regular neckline in the future; the angles of a square neckline echo the shaping on the front of the sweater, and it just looks right. Favorite part of this project? Doing the i-cord edging. It's such a perfectly gratifying way to finish off an edge. I want to put i-cord on everything now.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqsooE8UlUugY6DGd9-3ckfCtUWFXjsmfcSUSWP64OIf53ITXAKkc2WY_AtJAmz7DeAlPGwsTGhfquglO3fCFDA3wD8kI-rpyMLifFUJGFoQCSnM1WV7I6RwXePV_7ypiT5md/s1600-h/2008-08-22+HY+Fat+Sock+Zinnia+001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqsooE8UlUugY6DGd9-3ckfCtUWFXjsmfcSUSWP64OIf53ITXAKkc2WY_AtJAmz7DeAlPGwsTGhfquglO3fCFDA3wD8kI-rpyMLifFUJGFoQCSnM1WV7I6RwXePV_7ypiT5md/s320/2008-08-22+HY+Fat+Sock+Zinnia+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237359737005761730" /></a>I have 2 skeins of Hello Yarn Fat Sock (DK-ish weight, super-springy merino) in Zinnia. I've been trying valiantly to make socks out of this yarn, but every time I get about an inch on my needles, I start having visions of a <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/Brightsider/baby-surprise-jacket">particular Baby Surprise Jacket</a> (that's a Ravelry link) that I saw in the same yarn--and it was soooo adorable. My real problem is that I'm too selfish to give away anything made out of this treasured yarn, so I've resisted the BSJ urge. Alas, resistance is futile. My weapons are useless. (Save yourselves!) (Does anyone else have lines from Star Trek Next Generation and Tommy Boy flitting through their heads?) I want to cast on today. And it can be my new car-knitting! And I could just knit the sleeves and body a little longer to make it big enough for PeeWee! But maybe I ought to finish the Bog Jacket collar and button bands first. Hmmm.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-43675571738428730992008-08-20T23:31:00.009-06:002008-08-21T01:04:25.274-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3VsM4xlYJSUkpMu4gABlwaC1H7Ak_4oRPjLhxQfb41dk4R-HpiOjvjGqcxYgr0aZgv6614HB-OaXOu1E3BLE5WTGq0XUGJ_jeVvccsG025V6xv5f4tENGfnhjIv_LWbvoZ_N/s1600-h/2008-07-01+Silk+Garden+Bog+Jacket+002.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3VsM4xlYJSUkpMu4gABlwaC1H7Ak_4oRPjLhxQfb41dk4R-HpiOjvjGqcxYgr0aZgv6614HB-OaXOu1E3BLE5WTGq0XUGJ_jeVvccsG025V6xv5f4tENGfnhjIv_LWbvoZ_N/s320/2008-07-01+Silk+Garden+Bog+Jacket+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236846260671495154" /></a>I stayed up late tonight to <em>do dishes</em>. Not to read, not to knit, not to spin, and not even to watch the Olympics. I finished the dishes and now here I am, <em>actually typing a blog post!</em> I'm stunned, too.<br /><br />I have been knitting a little, here and there. I finished the body of a Bog Jacket for PeeWee that has been my car-knitting for the past 6-7 months. I started it with some Noro Silk Garden that was left over from <a href="http://shoelessval.blogspot.com/2007/11/nervous.html">Boberly's entrelac hat</a> I made last fall. When I ran out of that, I bought a couple of random balls of Silk Garden from my LYS. Then I bought a few more balls of Silk Garden as souvenir yarn this past spring when I was in Solvang, California for an art show. I'm not really sure how much yarn I used... I plan to finish the jacket off by picking up stitches up one front edge, around the neck and back down the other front edge, then knitting button bands and a shawl collar. I have to add on a couple inches of width to the jacket with the button bands because when I started this project, PeeWee was a lot smaller than she is now. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJOxiIBMLCLHc0jevaR5_jWRV40L7cm1ftE62tXOqGSbX4iPUwAx1rNpllKMe8_LL0_a0EGajevDToFRNPwN83Z3Rypk5PhMOyjI0wdIZpi_fmbSqVv7XAXrSoY6c0k2bEhp7/s1600-h/2008-07-15+Weedy+Surprise+Jacket.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJOxiIBMLCLHc0jevaR5_jWRV40L7cm1ftE62tXOqGSbX4iPUwAx1rNpllKMe8_LL0_a0EGajevDToFRNPwN83Z3Rypk5PhMOyjI0wdIZpi_fmbSqVv7XAXrSoY6c0k2bEhp7/s320/2008-07-15+Weedy+Surprise+Jacket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236851072554498146" /></a>I've also been doing some gift knitting for darling <a href="http://prairiemama.wordpress.com/">Prairie Mama</a> Kim. She's due in about a month and I'm taking this Baby Surprise Jacket over to her tomorrow. (Kim, if you read this before I get to your house, just act surprised, okay?) I subscribe to the Spunky Eclectic Fiber club, but in July, I got sent the sock yarn of the month by mistake, instead of the fiber of the month. I think it was meant to be, since the colorway (Flowering Weeds) just cried out to be made into a BSJ and the pretty yellow made me think of Kim. I adore this pattern. This was the first time I've knit it and it was a delight. <em>I HEART Elizabeth Zimmermann.</em> (Sisties, she's the designer of this pattern and the Bog Jacket above--and though she has passed on, I consider her to be my Knitting Muse and Guru.) About halfway into it, I got worried that I would run out of yarn, so I pulled out some of my undyed Henry's Attic Kona DK (superwash merino that matched the weight of the Spunky DK sock yarn perfectly) and dyed it a coordinating yellow. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEWQH5Lc2A8dMEziUMKHidhlqJJf01tmZ8j1nFCqMesSSR9IypJlm7xENInMB36gSjnBP51_FeEDQaALXR03mr6j5HJWnsi3sylZ-RQ5t-VZj-Ue8mOQ5c86ghqfQbpJw5j_c/s1600-h/2008-08-20+first+day+of+school+001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEWQH5Lc2A8dMEziUMKHidhlqJJf01tmZ8j1nFCqMesSSR9IypJlm7xENInMB36gSjnBP51_FeEDQaALXR03mr6j5HJWnsi3sylZ-RQ5t-VZj-Ue8mOQ5c86ghqfQbpJw5j_c/s200/2008-08-20+first+day+of+school+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236855117510168050" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Z9W97S5dytGqPIj_vBimjDBbQl3iHPk3tjCSsVpPsLNCL7mVF7bqvTloXCLnV4BvCUOJIzCPMA2BNkj-c26dEZE6H5wANyo1F5EPbQN7Sz-ibwHbrdUjz_WaCyOfZx_pmMSA/s1600-h/2008-08-20+first+day+of+school+002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Z9W97S5dytGqPIj_vBimjDBbQl3iHPk3tjCSsVpPsLNCL7mVF7bqvTloXCLnV4BvCUOJIzCPMA2BNkj-c26dEZE6H5wANyo1F5EPbQN7Sz-ibwHbrdUjz_WaCyOfZx_pmMSA/s200/2008-08-20+first+day+of+school+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236855759893709890" /></a>My babies started school this week. I have one big baby who is now in high school. I have another baby (who is actually bigger, though younger, than the big-baby-high-school-freshman) who is now a Big Man on (middle school) Campus. I surprised him with his first cell phone (you got to love pay-per-use phones, huh?) and he's pretty excited, can you tell? My next two babies are still in elementary school, and then the baby of all is here at home. She strapped on a back pack this morning and asked if she could go to school, too. She was pretty disappointed that she didn't get to stay at the school with the big kids. (Can you see the look on my Middle Child's face? He was peeved that I made him stop for a picture.) Sigh. Where did my wee precious darlings go? Why can't they grow up already and stop breaking my heart with how fast they change? I have a recurring desperate fear that I'm going to blink and they'll be old and I'll be really old and I won't remember any of the clever and adorable things they did (are doing)...whatever. I need to go to sleep. I should have left the dishes for morning.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-63640971950268024692008-06-27T15:02:00.003-06:002008-12-12T21:21:17.672-07:00mustard pickles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIS8-I8I3mpEqVrb1zH-JpUsgsS-ajiKlnOmhLPOGD6qtnTp0yNx2KO8-3gWVsLytU2rcwIcLYXf3Sw3s5yWJBkA5fv_UymgpnS5Gli5G4q6vZcFbszo9YN4nS725JzeleZkX/s1600-h/2008-06-01+mustard+pickles+SW+merino+002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIS8-I8I3mpEqVrb1zH-JpUsgsS-ajiKlnOmhLPOGD6qtnTp0yNx2KO8-3gWVsLytU2rcwIcLYXf3Sw3s5yWJBkA5fv_UymgpnS5Gli5G4q6vZcFbszo9YN4nS725JzeleZkX/s400/2008-06-01+mustard+pickles+SW+merino+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215734779699494210" /></a>I dyed some of the mountain of superwash merino I have hiding in my closet. I actually dyed this about a year ago with PAAS Easter egg dye tablets and it was gross. The pinks and blues ran together and made a muddy lavender--and I mean MUDDY. I decided to overdye it with a huge dose of yellow. The yellow turned out--as perhaps you can tell--not ochre, not sunshine, but rather PEE yellow. The splotches of green might save it, though. The color name for it shall be Mustard Pickles--either that or Poopy Diaper. Well, at least I had fun with the dyeing process. <br /><br />I sent some to a friend and I'm going to spin the remainder soon (after spinning the Toxic for the Snaky Blanky, of course!) and see what happens. This could be very exciting. In my world, yes, this is big excitement. Shut up.<br /><br />My mother made the best mustard pickles when I was young. I need to find her recipe and make some this year. Did I mention the ravenous bunnies in my back yard? I have no more carrots. The beans are gone. They don't seem to care for the zucchini, onions, or tomatoes. My kids have named the rabbits. So much for the tragic and horrible fate that I had planned for them to meet (the rabbits, not my children). There's one named Mr. Cinnamon Boots. See my problem?Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-35656502366348870502008-06-25T23:40:00.001-06:002008-12-12T21:21:18.463-07:00Snaky Blanky startup<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyXVjbBGj9ZXpuXUPKAOWhIwXQSXH5FCuMRbs2RYShaQFzgsDI3NElqdizhHz91XXpqk-QRAN9U-B9iMeH1rWwKb1LcFEhJOlrD84eTpm5ASB6iAVi7bDJERu134hte7Aq1WX/s1600-h/2008-06-23+crochet+Long+Waves+from+HY+Toxic+005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyXVjbBGj9ZXpuXUPKAOWhIwXQSXH5FCuMRbs2RYShaQFzgsDI3NElqdizhHz91XXpqk-QRAN9U-B9iMeH1rWwKb1LcFEhJOlrD84eTpm5ASB6iAVi7bDJERu134hte7Aq1WX/s320/2008-06-23+crochet+Long+Waves+from+HY+Toxic+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216059624739417474" /></a>I spent the past month gradually spinning up my November subscription to to the <a href="http://www.helloyarn.com/">Hello Yarn</a> Fiber Club. This is superwash Corriedale wool in a colorway called "Toxic". And in a cosmic turn of events, I hurt my back again last Tuesday--So I spent the following 3 days lying down and swatching crochet patterns out of a Reader's Digest knitting and crochet stitch pattern book that my children gave me for my birthday. (It's not Barbara Walker, but it's okay.)<br /><br />It started out innocently enough: I just wanted to do something mindless. Swatching crochet stitches goes so fast that you can work, hate, and rip out a stitch pattern in a matter of minutes. Wouldn't you know it, I happened on a stitch that I LIKED! I was just a wee bit loopy from a pain pill, so I messed up the directions and came up with my own version of the stitch pattern. I have decided that I must make an afghan with it. The original stitch pattern is called "Long Waves", but it looks more snaky and sinuous to me, so I shall call it the Snaky Blanky. It's a Poisonous Snaky Blanky because it's made out of Toxic materials. Har har. I love this yarn--what's not to love about handspun in these colors?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuXA0oBN3FW_DXWquI17j1VehnveFel-xptsnw-Yq8mlypOLbIvNUIAbVsf1bw-QTyY1Sxaw4Wsuy78UEoHFqRF7L4bquxNRMSTmNxtC4Mq3c4F6DaoLuF8qvAU_6m2XI2rbp/s1600-h/2008-06-23+crochet+Long+Waves+from+HY+Toxic+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215263402640503266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuXA0oBN3FW_DXWquI17j1VehnveFel-xptsnw-Yq8mlypOLbIvNUIAbVsf1bw-QTyY1Sxaw4Wsuy78UEoHFqRF7L4bquxNRMSTmNxtC4Mq3c4F6DaoLuF8qvAU_6m2XI2rbp/s400/2008-06-23+crochet+Long+Waves+from+HY+Toxic+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I started out with 8 ounces of this fiber and got about 310 yards of 2-ply aran weight yarn. My calculations yielded the somewhat discouraging news that I'll be able to make a itty-bitty afghan of about 36 x 14 inches with this amount of yarn. If there weren't already enough reasons to love <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/">Ravelry</a>, I have been rescued by the Hello Yarn group there. I went fishing for generous souls who might be willing to exchange any of their Toxic fiber for some of my other hoarded Hello Yarn club installments. I had two takers on the trade (Bless you Vickie and Felicia, if you read this) and Adrian (Hello Yarn, herself) let me know that she still had a pound of Toxic in storage. It's a Ravelry Miracle!<br /><br />All together, I'll end up with 36 ounces, which should be enough for a 36 x 63 inch afghan. I might end up blocking it into the more conventional dimensions of 40 x 60--or I might just leave it long and skinny...snaky. (Hmm. I have a tendency to get caught up in themes.) The first batch of traded fiber arrived today, and I'm going to try really hard to let my back finish calming down before I start spinning it. I predict that I will last 2 days.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-11219197194121833762008-06-24T12:26:00.005-06:002008-12-12T21:21:19.171-07:00some summer spinning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbXSDy2WHA4nAECEetCXlaQ0EfL2ZPArfScVU6EMAP0GstzO0ei1-MEEJcXXqwZUU128OynHnarPJ4JGwPRp-pXVgfcJrKVIJvGHV-O1cjveHeQFpfaRMxSqvZXZoPHfEdpqA/s1600-h/2008-06-01+spunup+Split+Rock+Ranch+blue+batt+008.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbXSDy2WHA4nAECEetCXlaQ0EfL2ZPArfScVU6EMAP0GstzO0ei1-MEEJcXXqwZUU128OynHnarPJ4JGwPRp-pXVgfcJrKVIJvGHV-O1cjveHeQFpfaRMxSqvZXZoPHfEdpqA/s400/2008-06-01+spunup+Split+Rock+Ranch+blue+batt+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215517182758540802" /></a>Spun on my Schact Matchless using long draw!!! (I love long draw.) It's dreadfully underspun and SO fuzzy. It was a bit of a fight to spin because it was a barely-blended batt and the chunks of silk, mohair, wool, and soy silk didn't always want to get along while drafting.<br /><br />Kind of a boring post, but there we are. Maybe I could add in some personal details...things like: We have rabbits in our back yard and they ate my eggplant plants. I'm peeved. They haven't touched the tomatos yet, at least there's that. I hurt my back again. I'm infatuated with crochet; it's fast. I tried to knit a baby sweater for a new little niece while I was on a 10-hour road trip to a funeral a couple of weeks ago. It was a dismal failure. I backed into a parked car last night. PeeWee is piteously proclaiming, "I need foooooood!" So is Joe. So is everyone. I've fallen out of love with food. I used to love food. I used to love to cook. I'm tired of it. I think I need a private chef. Yeah, that would do it. Maybe Bob will do it... Okay, enough of the daydreaming, they're starting to gnaw on my ankles.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-54413422647312962302008-05-12T10:45:00.008-06:002008-12-12T21:21:20.096-07:00tweedy jacket in progress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxvixifyLb5bfATZRmV2enMDVlN1U-ru2kAQFcByhxhGSIE7LyR0JGGvophlkT2ISnsUKibvXQofuo4A-UTrKBxvwzxbUpsJm9T3x7Bv0UiAmCMYwUUp5NVv3ZEPD7-Uk52OL/s1600-h/2008-05-12+tweed+jacket+wip+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199552763705756322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxvixifyLb5bfATZRmV2enMDVlN1U-ru2kAQFcByhxhGSIE7LyR0JGGvophlkT2ISnsUKibvXQofuo4A-UTrKBxvwzxbUpsJm9T3x7Bv0UiAmCMYwUUp5NVv3ZEPD7-Uk52OL/s320/2008-05-12+tweed+jacket+wip+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>I need to finish this jacket in three days. I need to ship it and the pattern to the magazine before my Resident Artist and I leave on Thursday for a show. I can't even compare knitting this jacket with that <a href="http://shoelessval.blogspot.com/2008/04/embossed-daisies.html">first</a> magazine sweater. I've discovered that it wasn't the deadline or the knitting-for-hire aspect that killed the joy for me on the first one. Rather, it was the cotton yarn. This (ah, wool!) is Plymouth Tweed which is <em>so</em> satisfying to knit. With its mossy, felted texture, I can knit with my eyes shut--but I don't want to because of the happy little jewel-like flecks and nubs. O Tweed, how I love thee!<br /><br />Today is my Middle Child's birthday. What does he want for his birthday? He wants to go camping. He's much more of an adventurer than we usually think. I don't want to crush that outdorsy spirit in him, but it snowed here less than a week ago. Brrrr. That's all I have to say.<br /><br />And finally, in case anyone wondered:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="blog readability test" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/junior_high.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Huh. If a person's self-esteem were too tied up in whether they feel smart or not, this would be a little bit of a downer. Junior High? Fortunately for me, my self-esteem is securely grounded in whether or not my kids have clean socks each day.<br /><br />I can't wrap this up until I've bragged a little bit about my children. They gave me a splendid Mother's Day. Boberly made breakfast (served to me in bed!), lunch, AND dinner. And dessert. Pancakesbaconeggsorangejuice, turkeysandwiches, roastedchickenmashedpotatoesgreensalad, and strawberry shortcake. She marshalled the other kids and they did all the clean-up. I took a 4-hour nap after lunch and it was an AWESOME day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_LE8lLQJvPKeuusdarMs4vWHI5QzA3Hwg8APUJmSEVhwop8Uyqx3j-DtOri5j5ZXhYTc2ndHqTO8fli_iVaINVAMc1qqOEdtLg9eTkX_CusSXlJ0hnXEVRBIv81odMA8pGhL/s1600-h/2008-05-12+glitter+hands+002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_LE8lLQJvPKeuusdarMs4vWHI5QzA3Hwg8APUJmSEVhwop8Uyqx3j-DtOri5j5ZXhYTc2ndHqTO8fli_iVaINVAMc1qqOEdtLg9eTkX_CusSXlJ0hnXEVRBIv81odMA8pGhL/s200/2008-05-12+glitter+hands+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199567267810314930" /></a>What? There's a lady in a gold lame body suit with shoulder-to-floor white fringe along her back and a romantic ringleted bouffant 'do on the TV telling PeeWee to jump up and do a dance with "glitter hands" and "razzle-dazzle". I've clearly been sitting at this computer too long. Where did the Backyardigans go? Now there's a guy playing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" with hand-farts. ?!?!?!? This kind of reminds me of a music professor at Utah State who used to entertain his Music 101 students by playing the classics on his nose-flute. Bizarro.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-16538750379023579042008-05-05T09:11:00.004-06:002008-12-12T21:21:20.338-07:00no harlot sightings here, just mini-burgers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzgjONExX_oEky-hfywgA-hZ7SOFUEqAIkemYXsKmwgO2DJtLZfpnMjeKICWr_V1qBz41FQJrlUQXl0ChYXxsgV599aKuC3HXVYFvlDbU8QNSfehogZsPDmRIN-V02f0FrIFt/s1600-h/Yarn+Harlot+Things+I+learned.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196922391236128994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzgjONExX_oEky-hfywgA-hZ7SOFUEqAIkemYXsKmwgO2DJtLZfpnMjeKICWr_V1qBz41FQJrlUQXl0ChYXxsgV599aKuC3HXVYFvlDbU8QNSfehogZsPDmRIN-V02f0FrIFt/s400/Yarn+Harlot+Things+I+learned.jpg" border="0" /></a>I did not go to Salt Lake City yesterday. That endlessly clever knitter Stephanie Pearl-McPhee (a.k.a. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=">The Yarn Harlot</a>) had a tour stop at the SLC Downtown Library promoting <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1603420622/yarnharlot-20">this</a> delightful little book. I was going to go. <a href="http://prairiemama.wordpress.com/">Prairie Mama</a> Kim and I had it all planned. Saturday night arrived and Kim called, exhausted from a day of selling at a craft boutique (and the lady is gestating, you know) and begged off. Even still, I planned to drive South by myself and enjoy the solitude of the drive, followed by the connection with knitters at the library. Early Sunday morning, I looked across PeeWee's head toward my Resident Artist and decided that I like him better than the Yarn Harlot. So I didn't go. I don't see him much on weekdays--or even Saturdays--and Sunday is really our only day.<br /><br />After church, we made mini-burgers that were served with leftovers from a veggie plate I had made for my sister-in-law's baby shower. Little slices of cherry tomato, baby pickle chips, tiny green onion rings. I usually back away from the presentation of precious food to my children; I just don't have time for that sort of thing, yada yada. But maybe I don't have to be so serious all the time? Yeah.<br /><br />It's a beautiful Monday morning. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, PeeWee is sleeping, I am blogging. I will type quickly and then lace up my shoes for a walk. The little darling will probably awaken before I finish this paragraph. Thre is a lone hyacith in view through my patio door. I have a formerly-magnificent rock garden in my back yard. When we moved in to this house 12 years ago, the previous owner's daily tending of the garden was evident in the riotous spring display of daffodils, hyaciths, tulips, basket-of-gold allysum, bergenia (which has the entertaining common name "pig squeak"), candytuft, and moss phlox. It was beautiful. Now, the intervening years of neglect have left us with bindweed, crabgrass and a lone pink hyacinth. Oh, and I see one daffodil.<br /><br />I have grand plans this year. I'm getting more sleep on a regular basis than I have since Before Children, so I'm going to reclaim the rock garden! (Or at least a portion thereof.) It stretches the entire width of my back yard, and I'm going to start with the part that is visible through my living room window...if one is facing due east...and not using any peripheral vision. Yes, and I'm going to plant a vegetable garden this year. I have often had a couple of tomato plants and some summer squash, but this is the year of the Potato. And the Carrot, and the Bean, and the Eggplant, and the Cucumber, and the Onion, and maybe even the Corn. And RASPBERRIES!Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-5135519780350507222008-04-12T20:45:00.004-06:002008-12-12T21:21:20.715-07:00cloudy thoughtsMagKnits is gone. (MagKnits: formerly an online knitting magazine.) Gone. GONE. Poof, in the blink of a monitor, no more. Some designers didn't even have backup copies of their patterns and it's too late now.<br /><br />I just finished reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Solace-Leaving-Early-Haven-Kimmel/dp/1400033349"><em>The Solace of Leaving Early</em></a> by Haven Kimmel. It has given me much to consider. Is leaving early cowardice or courage? Is it a good thing to leave before the second act, before the plot gets too messy, before things start to unravel? Is there really solace in that? Or is one cheating oneself (who says "oneself"?) by trying to avoid the sticky tangled consequences of the first act?<br /><br />I stay up too late at night by myself. For the sake of a few hours of my own thoughts, I handicap the next day with inadequate rest. Is that my way of leaving early? Am I trying to give myself an excuse for not being fully present in the daytime? Is this pathological avoidance or laziness? Am I thinking too much about this? (Finally a question with a clear answer!) Yes. Go to bed.<br /><br />But first, how about a picture to liven things up? Remember those Miranda Mitts from the last post? When I was experimenting with the mitered rib, the first yarn that I tried was a beautiful cream wool/silk/angora handspun. After I knit and ripped back 3 or 4 times, I decided that maybe angora wasn't the best fiber to experiment with--but here is a picture of it. Note the kiwi fruit. I was feeling poetic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5Q6tyNv6BnnWVMCK35hlfrVYLqG-R1K6OxCIqWvllcldMNwzZUw-ewVpforkDQmepYWB9GQ79CjyR2PfkBetAh6DOtULOUMmlcGdPEK9q8Xa9-tfIyp9NIoyXLLNrGVRZfpR/s1600-h/2007-06-03+Angora+handspun+Miranda+mitts+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5Q6tyNv6BnnWVMCK35hlfrVYLqG-R1K6OxCIqWvllcldMNwzZUw-ewVpforkDQmepYWB9GQ79CjyR2PfkBetAh6DOtULOUMmlcGdPEK9q8Xa9-tfIyp9NIoyXLLNrGVRZfpR/s400/2007-06-03+Angora+handspun+Miranda+mitts+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188630883503663554" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Tina, you said "Blog more" but this probably isn't what you had in mind.</span>Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-25837147720674215132008-04-04T12:59:00.013-06:002016-05-17T16:41:54.780-06:00Miranda Mitts (no early bird here)<p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">***I keep editing this post to fix little errors in the pattern. Sorry.***<br />***Edited a link due to the demise of MagKnits...Sorry again.***</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwQPi6atBFOj2W9VwJxX_Ne10XmJ1BdtMmOE71nPZG56TikBCjAVaDsdfHRpBxWEmghuhX16ERY51r0KKpxIqCMhvsGsh0BCIRJU70NeGNeAVfrSqR7le2OxYIQqX4iurbDgf/s1600-h/2007-09-12+miranda+mitts+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185483908844378610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwQPi6atBFOj2W9VwJxX_Ne10XmJ1BdtMmOE71nPZG56TikBCjAVaDsdfHRpBxWEmghuhX16ERY51r0KKpxIqCMhvsGsh0BCIRJU70NeGNeAVfrSqR7le2OxYIQqX4iurbDgf/s320/2007-09-12+miranda+mitts+040.jpg" border="0"></a>I'm on a bit of a roll today, this being my second post in one day. Nevertheless, I'm bummed. I wrote a pattern last fall for some mitts knit from my handspun. I intended to submit it to Knitty or Magknits or somebody, but I suffered a crisis of confidence and did nothing. After my last post, I was messing around with Ravelry's pattern linking and I thought I'd post my mitts so I could link to them on my designer page. Then I had a bright idea: I decided to check out MagKnits deadlines and maybe submit the pattern. I clicked over to MagKnits, glanced at their current patterns page and saw (<em>dun dun duhhhh</em>) a pattern for mitts that have the SAME styling, though a rather more refined version (skinny yarn, more complicated construction). D'oh!<br /><br />I've decided to stop dithering and post this pattern. I swear to you all that I did not copy Sarah Wilson and her lovely <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/angularities-armwarmers"><em>Angularities</em></a>; I knit these during the 2007 Little League baseball season. I have witnesses.<br /><br />Here is the pattern, which I suppose should be announced with a flourish, but instead it's getting more of a dismissive wave...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvmRi1Sf5DlFxR3jf9MeSptwouPfLxIZ7a88G0-DMoRJm70LupiZX_5AlldrZzv2hltq5TSuyAdk8JeQA9WDDfsaOmusQzoaIhUDk91M3lCFTAJHOfiEq7ThzCAeZEHkiyDtr/s1600-h/2007-09-15+more+miranda+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185481920274520530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvmRi1Sf5DlFxR3jf9MeSptwouPfLxIZ7a88G0-DMoRJm70LupiZX_5AlldrZzv2hltq5TSuyAdk8JeQA9WDDfsaOmusQzoaIhUDk91M3lCFTAJHOfiEq7ThzCAeZEHkiyDtr/s200/2007-09-15+more+miranda+021.jpg" border="0"></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Miranda Mitts<br /></span>by Valerie Wallis<br /><br />One evening while folding laundry by the oh-so-romantic flickering glow of the television, I wrapped a knitted washcloth around my wrist, curious to see how the diagonally-knit ribs would look as a sleeve. My sweetie looked over and said, “Ooo, that’s sexy.” That’s pretty much all the motivation I needed to figure out this pattern.<br /><br />There was never any question of what yarn to use; since learning to spin last winter, I’ve been trying to find ways to wear my handspun on a daily basis. This 2-ply merino was my first wheel-spun yarn and the fiber was handpainted by etsy-seller Nettie and Tuddy (nettieandtuddy.etsy.com). The ribbing makes for a very accommodating and stretchy fabric. The centered double decrease creates a crisp line that stands in contrast to the nubbly, rustic handspun. A finger loop keeps the point in place on the back of the hand and I find it rather evocative. Perhaps Miranda on her island would have made herself something similar.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKZEcTnz33NZCvWGuvkXDelZD6OrvnTqxnKWLeY-qakT_H3Mvjh1d7zi4ZfqtIypqQNv_SBKzHHgl_vU0kJ2C6tJFP7tHZt2LXFxgJxF8OXpSYyDzaUY9-F-ZbwXobM18By0l/s1600-h/2007-09-12+miranda+mitts+at+piano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185485751385348610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKZEcTnz33NZCvWGuvkXDelZD6OrvnTqxnKWLeY-qakT_H3Mvjh1d7zi4ZfqtIypqQNv_SBKzHHgl_vU0kJ2C6tJFP7tHZt2LXFxgJxF8OXpSYyDzaUY9-F-ZbwXobM18By0l/s320/2007-09-12+miranda+mitts+at+piano.jpg" border="0"></a>SIZE<br />One size<br /><br />FINISHED MEASUREMENTS<br />Wrist, with ribbing unstretched: 6.5 inches<br />Length, point to point: 9.5 inches<br /><br />MATERIALS<br />70 yards of fluffy aran weight yarn; 8 WPI<br />Fiber used in sample mitts was spun from 1.6 oz of Merino wool<br /><br />1 set of five US #10/6mm double-point needles<br />1 size H crochet hook<br /><br />GAUGE<br /><span style="color:#990000;">3 sts = 1 inch</span> in stockinette stitch<br /><br />PATTERN NOTES<br />Centered Double Decrease (CDD): Slip 2 stitches at once as to knit. Knit the next stitch; pass the 2 slipped stitches over the knit stitch.<br /><br />PATTERN<br />Cast on 36 stitches. Divide stitches between 4 DPNs with 10 stitches on 1st needle, 8 on the 2nd, 10 on the 3rd, and 8 on the 4th needle. Join, being careful to keep stitches untwisted, and work in the round.<br /><br />ROW 1: *YO, (k1, p1) 3 times, k1, CDD; (k1, p1) 3 times, k1, YO, k1. Repeat from *.<br />ROW 2: *(P1, k1) 4 times, k1; (k1, p1) 4 times, k1. Repeat from *. (As you knit this round, knit the 1st stitch from needles 2 and 4 onto the ends of needles 1 and 3 so as to position the stitches for the CDD on the next round.)<br />Row 3: *YO, (p1, k1) 3 times, p1, CDD; (p1, k1) 3 times, k1, YO, k1. Repeat from *.<br />Row 4: *(K1, p1) 4 times, k1; (p1, k1) 4 times, p1. Repeat from *. (Again, as you knit this round, knit the 1st stitch from needles 2 and 4 onto the ends of needles 1 and 3 to position the stitches for the CDD on the next round.)<br /><br />Repeat these 4 rows until work is 6 inches long, ending with row 2 on needles 1 and 2, and casting off in pattern the 17 stitches on needles 3 and 4. The last stitch of the round (the side rib) shifts to the front of needle 1 to become the first stitch of the next row (19 sts remaining).<br /><br />Begin working back and forth, creating the top point of the mitt. (Be sure to stop making yarn-overs unless you want a square-edged mitt rather than a pointy one, which actually could be interesting…but would probably just look floppy.)<br /><br />Row 1 of Point (RS): Slip 1st stitch as to purl, *(p1, k1) until 2 sts from center st, p1, CDD, (p1, k1) to end.<br />Row 2 (WS): Slip 1st stitch as to purl, follow rib pattern across row, accommodating center stitch whether it should be k or p.<br />Row 3: Slip 1st stitch as to purl, *(p1, k1) until 2 sts from center st, k1, CDD, k1, (p1, k1) to end.<br />Row 4: Repeat row 2.<br /><br />Repeat these 4 rows until only 3 sts remain. Work a CDD on the RS to decrease to 1 stitch. Using a crochet hook, chain 10 and join with a slip st to the back of the point. Draw yarn through loop to fasten off. Now make another.<br /><br />FINISHING<br />Weave in ends. Block if desired.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPxtKN5yJlsXweCOZK_1eIUR7K__3K5TwNwEEwIDlngc8oV1XSgDZ0aryS7ACZl01q8Vg7l4_iy-1ImFUn0bGwm5WpSaql74cTPJ_A4O0lB5D6flG9_PW5aKeNNg_A2J-cmT6/s1600-h/2007-09-12+miranda+mitts+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185483698390981090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="202" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPxtKN5yJlsXweCOZK_1eIUR7K__3K5TwNwEEwIDlngc8oV1XSgDZ0aryS7ACZl01q8Vg7l4_iy-1ImFUn0bGwm5WpSaql74cTPJ_A4O0lB5D6flG9_PW5aKeNNg_A2J-cmT6/s320/2007-09-12+miranda+mitts+039.jpg" width="152" border="0"></a>Copyright 2007 Valerie Wallis. This pattern is provided free for personal, non-commercial use. Stores may not sell this pattern or give it away to customers. This pattern may not be redistributed in any way without permission of the designer.<br /><br />All text and images on this site is copyright the author, Valerie Wallis. Images and text may not be used on other sites without permission of the author.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-29504008929627346152008-04-04T10:58:00.004-06:002008-12-12T21:21:22.079-07:00embossed daisies<a href="http://www.knitthing.blogspot.com/">Marly</a> (Hiya Miss Marly!) called me a couple of days ago from her location at a magazine rack about 800 miles away from me. Why? Why indeed. Because she's a sweetie. Because she was looking at the latest (May 2008) issue of <a href="http://www.creativeknittingmagazine.com/index.php">Creative Knitting Magazing</a>. Because she saw my name. Wheeeeeeeeeee! (Little plug for Creative Knitting: Its niche is accessible knitting. If sometimes the challenging designs of those other wonderful knitting magazines makes you heave a big sigh, check out CK. I think this latest issue has a particularly nice balance of simple yet charming designs. ) (And I'm talking about the other designs, because I'm trying desperately to keep from pointing out all the flaws in mine. <span style="font-size:78%;">Relax, Valerie</span>.)<br /><br />I haven't received my copy yet, but the magazine has pictures of the current issue's projects on its website. I found this link: <a href="http://www.creativeknittingmagazine.com/pages/features_details.php?_id=145"><em>Embossed Daisies</em></a>. It features a drastically cropped photo of the sweater which serves to show off the model's sparkling white smile and a glimpse of the sweater's collar. Oh yes, and the sweater drooping a bit from her elegant, narrow shoulders. It looks to me like they steamed the stuffing out of that cotton yarn, because if you click over to the magazine photo, you will note a vast difference in the appearance of the knitted fabric versus that shown in my photo...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCqzSA_YRXb7R85KPZeSi7HZfOqwn2FL4BJ6TnRv5onYhFN2w2Mz4q7iuzVBlqqc9yyNs0fA4xNowLO2kPUXJM_ldkTozp1ZjXl1vXbFrs3EDPA1ugGeOQimPQjnLsEl806tM/s1600-h/2007-08-27+Embossed+Daisy+sweater+on+Jenny+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185442324971018674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCqzSA_YRXb7R85KPZeSi7HZfOqwn2FL4BJ6TnRv5onYhFN2w2Mz4q7iuzVBlqqc9yyNs0fA4xNowLO2kPUXJM_ldkTozp1ZjXl1vXbFrs3EDPA1ugGeOQimPQjnLsEl806tM/s400/2007-08-27+Embossed+Daisy+sweater+on+Jenny+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The day I took that photo, I vowed to my friend Jenny (who graciously modeled the sweater for me) that I would never knit for pay again. Well. Somehow, as in childbirth, the pain of that endeavor has faded and I'm ready to have another (sweater) baby. I'll be doing a tweed jacket for CK's January '09 issue. This one should be much better--after all, I've done this before...heh heh. Wish me luck.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-3618608673845969022008-03-19T21:32:00.007-06:002008-12-12T21:21:23.133-07:00and one month later...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZxN5LQHAKThcKT6heqsQgqfvJqca3fI9BxllgV2Bq6WDuhPDzdTeZoY_pr5TkV51L1gKOiLP5qCoEkLafhTmPsDbX70hZGxG1JPie8n4p8y1TxZ9B8P4YBgl1iQM7k1HaiDz/s1600-h/knitalong+book+cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179664644770126194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZxN5LQHAKThcKT6heqsQgqfvJqca3fI9BxllgV2Bq6WDuhPDzdTeZoY_pr5TkV51L1gKOiLP5qCoEkLafhTmPsDbX70hZGxG1JPie8n4p8y1TxZ9B8P4YBgl1iQM7k1HaiDz/s320/knitalong+book+cover.jpg" border="0" /></a>It's March. The snow is melting, crocus are popping, the days are lengthening--I love spring. What else do I love? I love books. I love new books. I love this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Knitalong-Celebrating-Tradition-Knitting-Together/dp/1584796650">book</a>. <span style="font-size:65%;">And I'm in it: my Meathead hats, my brown slipper socks, and an afghan square.[excited giggle]</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> It's a beautiful book with sweet patterns, and lovely discourses on knitting communities. Writing and most of the patterns are from <a href="http://www.stitchmarker.com">Larissa</a> "Stitch Marker" Brown and Martin Brown, two very nice, deep-thinking people. Knitting + Philosophy = Love. (And did I mention the <a href="http://knitalong.net/?page_id=3">Entomology Mittens and Hat</a> (scroll down a little) in there by <a href="http://www.helloyarn.com">Adrian</a>" Hello Yarn" Bazilia? Aaaaaaaadriaaaaan... I think I love you...)</span><br /><br />I also love spinning. My back is doing better, so what do I do? Do I sit at the computer and get my taxes ready for the accountant? No. Do I go for invigorating walks in the fresh spring air? No. Do I sit and spin? Yes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WoNzfWTN7vpjRnOah69r77UvicnStaEQ0r6XMAWqWSnD55Vc2j4_SN30iHqvVZ_RI8HvIEMrQVrsF0OgliVMtUm2ZemTY2nXi8MNHzxGoJWuqmVje0WHVfeuMgyYuRVQsuIj/s1600-h/2008-03-15+handspun+Spunky+Falkland+fingering+Ravelry+002.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WoNzfWTN7vpjRnOah69r77UvicnStaEQ0r6XMAWqWSnD55Vc2j4_SN30iHqvVZ_RI8HvIEMrQVrsF0OgliVMtUm2ZemTY2nXi8MNHzxGoJWuqmVje0WHVfeuMgyYuRVQsuIj/s320/2008-03-15+handspun+Spunky+Falkland+fingering+Ravelry+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179866753046174082" /></a>I've had this Falkland wool in the colorway "Ravelry" from <a href="http://www.spunkyeclectic.com">Spunky Eclectic</a> on my Schacht wheel since Halloween. I was finally able to finish up enough this past weekend to merit plying. This is just under 2 ounces of fingering weight 2-ply. I have about 2 ounces left, but my SpinnerADD got the best of me and I started on something else...<br /><br />In the second picture, we again have Falkland wool, also from Spunky, called "Pie for Everyone" divided in half and plyed with two different singles that I had languishing in my Great Pot o' Fiber. (I have a <em>very big</em> ceramic pot in which my fiber stash resides. I cannot show it to you at this time because I let Bob take my camera on a field trip today. The Great Pot o' Fiber started out as a covert hiding place for fiber, but about 5 Spunky Club shipments ago, I gave up on the "covert" part.) I plyed the darker skein with a wool-silk-soysilk-mohair batt from Splitrock Ranch. It was such a lovely batt, but once I spun it, it kind of murked out. Plying it with the brighter Pie for Everyone brought out all the fun colors of the batt again. I quite like this tweedy skein--plus it's soft and silky. Ooooh, shiny...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyhuCyQKNJswk5CzrVC6rYN7sowwMaffb2cbnPvb8-As2Hsz_9ADnZ4uV9hZEH3l9EhgW6dutCEGVWqFMGJsDkHqjjHZZ69fhJdzhhPPoyxJk2Ncr6GFbyZGHlV0snE074tWb/s1600-h/2008-03-18+Spunky+Pie+both+colors+2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyhuCyQKNJswk5CzrVC6rYN7sowwMaffb2cbnPvb8-As2Hsz_9ADnZ4uV9hZEH3l9EhgW6dutCEGVWqFMGJsDkHqjjHZZ69fhJdzhhPPoyxJk2Ncr6GFbyZGHlV0snE074tWb/s320/2008-03-18+Spunky+Pie+both+colors+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867212607674770" /></a>The lighter skein is plyed with a batt that I carded at Yarn School from random floor fiber. It was a rusty-orangey-red color and though I love the resulting color of the skein, it is rough stuff. I spun the second half of the Pie while talking with my kids about book orders (very exciting stuff at chez Wallis) and it is SO overspun. This is a prime example of how spinning tightly will cut your yardage. The two skeins are the same weight, but the light one has about 1/3 less yardage.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWv7dwEl5N2By5TaRP95Nd3le2-3y5AWzNjpECHDzulxVWNg5h-HV8UFQz6t0mGMSeye0dnhNEhHdywkI-3QuBA3yPDjY7fAb1OJw8dCzAjBA_ioQTVluzeuR9jm-Lm1R6Rup/s1600-h/2008-03-11+shoeless+yarn+merino+dk+watercolor+004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWv7dwEl5N2By5TaRP95Nd3le2-3y5AWzNjpECHDzulxVWNg5h-HV8UFQz6t0mGMSeye0dnhNEhHdywkI-3QuBA3yPDjY7fAb1OJw8dCzAjBA_ioQTVluzeuR9jm-Lm1R6Rup/s200/2008-03-11+shoeless+yarn+merino+dk+watercolor+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179868286349498786" /></a>Lastly, we have some yarn that I dyed for the <a href="http://holidaykalcal.blogspot.com">Holiday KAL-CAL</a> as a prize. I had so much fun dyeing this yarn. I have over-dyed things in the past simply because I didn't like the first go-round of dye. This batch, however, I overdyed on purpose. First I did a cool version of rainbow colors on the yarn, then I overdyed it with blue and I really liked the watercolor effect of it. I hope the prize recipient liked it too! (The bauble is a little bracelet that I made to match the yarn. And I printed up those yarn labels and everything. Woo. :)Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-27459831481037811462008-02-13T14:20:00.013-07:002008-12-12T21:21:24.034-07:00Snow Day? I'll have one, please.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y4ntkqCbJHBATXHW0wuypVNWA1hTDMBFc2JnfbfwFUK1yRlgVaLAJRqIZbTlXh8gdVz7BzRcsRNrFj8wyqCJiP8uBvz0iYaf-AgCYIto2e44i_yaJR5CeUWgQH58UP7mPSH-/s1600-h/2008-02-12+snowy+days+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166605338136810194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y4ntkqCbJHBATXHW0wuypVNWA1hTDMBFc2JnfbfwFUK1yRlgVaLAJRqIZbTlXh8gdVz7BzRcsRNrFj8wyqCJiP8uBvz0iYaf-AgCYIto2e44i_yaJR5CeUWgQH58UP7mPSH-/s320/2008-02-12+snowy+days+003.jpg" border="0" /></a>It seems to have become a point of pride with our school district that we don't need no stinking snow days. True, the temperature <em>is</em> above zero, but wouldn't you think that a foot of snow on the roads and white out conditions would influence the decision? No? All righty, then. We shall just say a prayer of thanks for 4-wheel drive and please grant us clear intersections. Are you somewhere warm? Would you like a cooling shot of a pretty blizzard? I shall oblige...<br /><br />You know what? I'm going to stop playing coy and just spit out all the stupid things whirling in my brain. I get too caught up in worrying about the possibility of my idiocy, as revealed on the internet--not just the regular real-life dorkiness, coming back to haunt me in the future. Who cares? And I like crafty blogs with opinions. So. Henceforth I shall be unburdening myself of my strongly-held and perhaps even controversial beliefs about knitting, spinning, dyeing, <em>and crocheting</em>!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cVFmy4Xl7Jhx42psEMSQmaUmfDW7SiIz7iDzuNm-md8hGYIIemJ4q8aEpOaGoTijYbEvJ2NGrYE3H4hqmCPQJLEvH83USwvqYxih26dZf4D-4sg81TR2xx1qYijSMKECGAoM/s1600-h/2008-02-12+Hailey+Hat+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166605647374455522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cVFmy4Xl7Jhx42psEMSQmaUmfDW7SiIz7iDzuNm-md8hGYIIemJ4q8aEpOaGoTijYbEvJ2NGrYE3H4hqmCPQJLEvH83USwvqYxih26dZf4D-4sg81TR2xx1qYijSMKECGAoM/s320/2008-02-12+Hailey+Hat+021.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yes, that's right--I have returned to my crochet roots. All it took was a polite request from a sister-in-law and BAM! A cute little crocheted cloche for my darlink neice. You want instant gratification? I give you the Hailey Hat. Vee-oh-la! Here it is as modeled by LB, my 7-year-old. She picked out this particular shot and I must agree that the I'm-holding-my-breath-until-you-let-me-stay-home-from-school look is rather engaging.<br /><blockquote><li><strong>Pattern:</strong> Hailey Hat (It's mine own! I have grand plans to present it all tidy and spiffy in a PDF, linked on the side bar--so if you read this months from now and don't see it, please contact me and nag profusely.)</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Yarn:</strong> Lion Brand Cotton-Ease--But any worsted weight yarn would do. Low maintenance was a high priority for us on this one, thus the cotton-acrylic blend.</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Rating:</strong> I give this one a 10, Bob. It's got a nice beat and I think I could dance in it. It's fast and CUTE, just like your favorite Hollywood cheerleader stereotype. You'll be weaving in the ends before you can say "Ready? Okay!" The top has a wee bit of a doinky point that I'll need to fix, but as a whole, I'm irritatingly smug about the little thing.</li></blockquote><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEita9Er16eajDVLCSF98Qovmk6sD-5_9GONLioyf-Jkmf_XVxy1hCY72CaZ4kWKFx1Dx8g5u-61VWz-rFN7DdHppP6vk3vDYmQbOpv9bt10-mnlcwqwv4DSRymsuZhQQHefApaK/s1600-h/2008-02-08+crocheted+hat+Hailey+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166609323866460914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEita9Er16eajDVLCSF98Qovmk6sD-5_9GONLioyf-Jkmf_XVxy1hCY72CaZ4kWKFx1Dx8g5u-61VWz-rFN7DdHppP6vk3vDYmQbOpv9bt10-mnlcwqwv4DSRymsuZhQQHefApaK/s400/2008-02-08+crocheted+hat+Hailey+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I remember reading years ago in Maggie Righetti's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crocheting-Plain-English-Easy-follow/dp/0312014120"><em>Crocheting in Plain English</em></a> about how she was entranced when she first saw someone creating crocheted lace out of thin air. I agree, beloved Maggie, it is magic. (It looks like Maggie Righetti's "Plain English" books are in new printings and I'm so pleased. I highly recommend them.)Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-80137847315834302512008-01-30T02:08:00.000-07:002008-12-12T21:21:24.975-07:00thrift is empoweringI have a little book entitled <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Kids-Just-Little-Cash/dp/0965165108"><em>Raising Kids with Just a Little Cash</em></a>. Somewhere near the front of the book, the author recommends repeating her mantra (Thrift is empowering!) if one needs encouragement. I repeat it often. (Art as a career is a rollercoaster.) This book can open your eyes to a Whole New World of Frugality. But back to the subject at hand...<br /><br />I've been thinking about the state of my yarn stash and my desire to be more committed to current projects. Then what do I see? A <a href="http://theaddknitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-fries-go-with-that-shake.html">fine example</a> of Knitting from Stash from the A.D.D. Knitter. She suggested that a medal might be in order to recognize her resourcefulness. I have to say that I agree! As my little PeeWee would say, "Jood Job!" So here's your medal, Heather. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZE51-oEUU27cYJlZ-7GO2ImWX-XN1Iv_3nFppMq9AApncULRtjBmVtDandsFMtIIRUJfGJG6Us4VBNsHdhQHZcDDvBUdeLLc8Rd8i3h1dm_mKIanzqEMQnrfHtwi6JPnmdoTG/s1600-h/stash-knitting-button.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZE51-oEUU27cYJlZ-7GO2ImWX-XN1Iv_3nFppMq9AApncULRtjBmVtDandsFMtIIRUJfGJG6Us4VBNsHdhQHZcDDvBUdeLLc8Rd8i3h1dm_mKIanzqEMQnrfHtwi6JPnmdoTG/s400/stash-knitting-button.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161200315231451810" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcyVkvKpC5FXpC7BzuAWATmM__J-e8ILvjBEDPzjDDrGb_GLIMbyDwhJ2IsIEjPS7pEsivDl0tFbr5W1yYsobAtS2BKYfjXf27DLCYDgBSlEzGy7hxlWmWXPkH6euk0DlL8iS/s1600-h/resourceful-knitter.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcyVkvKpC5FXpC7BzuAWATmM__J-e8ILvjBEDPzjDDrGb_GLIMbyDwhJ2IsIEjPS7pEsivDl0tFbr5W1yYsobAtS2BKYfjXf27DLCYDgBSlEzGy7hxlWmWXPkH6euk0DlL8iS/s400/resourceful-knitter.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161202016038501042" /></a><br />I have stayed up way too late messing around with the graphics program. Gentle readers, if any of you know of someone who deserves recognition of their empowered knitting, please feel free to snag this award (saving it on your computer, of course) and spread the love. Thrifty Knitters everywhere, I salute you!Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-27363683071639672682008-01-28T10:57:00.000-07:002008-12-12T21:21:25.106-07:00brunette ambition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyUqRwzSfAm2Blt8w1_heVyCErOKEdsskssVqS5E7bgrnE6bfPx7T_EW823UWHOSTcsiWebHEhwpkBUZtWFWylPIczpt6LBcNvwtYiw03Q2uagCmJXVgcjOL63Yjq5Tw_GIzIC/s1600-h/2008-01-27+handspun+mitten+Spunky+Celebration.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyUqRwzSfAm2Blt8w1_heVyCErOKEdsskssVqS5E7bgrnE6bfPx7T_EW823UWHOSTcsiWebHEhwpkBUZtWFWylPIczpt6LBcNvwtYiw03Q2uagCmJXVgcjOL63Yjq5Tw_GIzIC/s320/2008-01-27+handspun+mitten+Spunky+Celebration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160600961135229586" /></a>Yet Another Work-In-Progress:<br /><br />I have plans. Yes. I have ambition. I am going to be a better person, yea even a better knitter. I'm going to finish something. I know that statement is directly contradicted by the presence of Yet Another WIP, but I'm hereby resolving to go finish that Brea Bag for my sister-in-law and then Eric's convertible mitts before I knit anything else. AND, I'm going to go fold the mountain of clean laundry on my couch and <strong> put it away</strong> before I knit! (This is intended to be a mitten for moi, knit from my handspun--Shetland wool dyed by Spunky Eclectic. Crazy colors, huh? You should have seen the wool before it was spun.)<br /><br />But first, some Personal and Religious Musings:<br /><br />I'm a Mormon. I know this comes as no surprise to my sisters (hi sisties!) and my local pals who stop by the blog, but I thought I'd just lay it all out there today. I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and the man that I revere as a prophet of God, Gordon B. Hinckley, died last night. I have such gratitude and love in my heart for him. All sorrow that I feel is totally selfish. I know that he's rejoicing with Christ and his loved ones. I'm also engulfed by feelings that I'm not able to articulate very well--conclusion being that I need to expect more of myself. I need to do more to reflect God's love and light--as President Hinckley did.Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615330.post-1200403417342360072008-01-09T17:58:00.000-07:002008-12-12T21:21:25.338-07:00pertinaciousLest you think I am one of William F. Buckley types who use words like "preternatural" in everyday conversation, I must disclose that "pertinacious" is today's <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/">Dictionary.com</a> word of the day. (I love the word o' the day. I try really hard to use it throughout the day, but I often find it difficult: "Children, my poor nerves have become quite <em>friable</em> as a result of your <em>faineant</em> behavior." Huh?)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_DwLsv7_9kYayDzEIbaWDir1-b-HhjU98rT65E3dFD4TWDP5Aq4B-k5cz7gcweit_kMQpplxEeDPHP-P-TtoM51rPiKG5a0LVkTu8hKAbPq1-b8LTgPEfzG8LaIcRrlYuH9X/s1600-h/2008-01-01+brea+bag+for+Reta+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153652988582831650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_DwLsv7_9kYayDzEIbaWDir1-b-HhjU98rT65E3dFD4TWDP5Aq4B-k5cz7gcweit_kMQpplxEeDPHP-P-TtoM51rPiKG5a0LVkTu8hKAbPq1-b8LTgPEfzG8LaIcRrlYuH9X/s320/2008-01-01+brea+bag+for+Reta+001.jpg" border="0" /></a>It seems perfect timing, then, that <a href="http://www.skeinsherway.com/2008/01/january-finish-ufo-contest.html">Ali</a> is having a Finish-an-FO contest and today's word describes the quality of being stubbornly persistent--which is what I'll have to be to get this FO completed. You'd think that I would have no problem getting this taken care of, but I think I need an extra dose of resolve to finish it. I started it as a Christmas gift for my sister-in-law. I didn't get it done in time, and now I'm a worried that the handles and finishing of it will disappoint her. I know, I know. Just get it done already and quit fretting. All-righty, then.<br /><br />This photo is all washed out, by the way. The yarn is Brown Sheep Nature Spun Worsted and the color is Burnt Orange. It's perfect for this pattern, the <a href="http://www.berroco.com/exclusives/brea/brea.html">Brea Bag</a> from Berroco. I'll try to get better exposure when I have the FO Glamour Shot this weekend. There. I've said it out loud. I'm committed. (Committed. Hmm. Sometimes I think that would be nice: plenty of reading time, someone else doing the cleaning, wearing jammies all day, maybe even a padded room...)Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457934958427472424noreply@blogger.com3