Monday, January 31, 2011

Bibbidy Bobbity Boo

The congealed mess that is my mind and craft desires sieving. Can sieving be a verb? It can. It says so much more than sift. Sift is for feathery, weightless, white powder flour. Sieved feels more appropriate for the act of clarifying the chunky monkey that is my congealessence.

Don't forget to breathe, the latter is not a word.

I'm not knitting during the week anymore. Or barely. I don't have the time and I mourn it's absence.

I finished the little project I started a week ago Sunday:


It's a flat swatch of the in-the-round Rivendell pattern by Susan Pandorf (rav link has better pics). The top half has some mods. I tried out a few borders, starting with five stitches of moss, and ending with two six-stitch cable variations.


It is a gloriously architectural pattern. Aptly named. I bought the yarn specifically for this project, which I envisioned being a large, wide, rectangular scarf rather than the cowl of the original pattern. This was the replacement yarn, as the Sundara Storm Studies was my original choice.

This yarn, however, has now been repurposed with the desire to knit this as a rectangular scarf remaining vibrantly intact. Even having to twist some purls on the purl side isn't a deterrent. This yarn wants to be a sweater and who am I to tell it no?


The yarn is Berocco's Ultra Alpaca. I absolutely adore the heathery shades in which it comes. If the sweater works out I think I may have found a new manna for my finicky sweater habit.

Monday, January 24, 2011


Yesterday afternoon I bought yarn, came home, organized it and some other yarn I purchased over the last month, bagged it, caked some of it, and finally took a moment's rest on the couch.

Five hours later I woke up. Surprisingly, I wasn't too cranky. Really. Not too cranky. It was a small miracle. Hubby went upstairs early to bed, taking the animals with him, giving me space and time to commune with my knitting in a way that has not happened in a good long time.

My knitting life is backed up. It needs to be aired. Without momentum it's devolving into a congealed mess, a failed alchemical trial that is clogging my subconscious, caking up the gears of my existence. I wish this wasn't just 10 to 25 per cent hyperbole.

One mystery has finally been solved. Eight billion left. Lemme share this one, as it may effect some knitters. I purchased seven skeins of some beautiful limited edition sock yarn (Storm Studies #35) from Sundara a couple of weeks ago and once again the product that showed up had none of the charm of the original photo. As has happened repeatedly, the photos on the web are bleached out compared to what I eventually receive. When for a brief moment my photo editing mojo returned I inadvertently generated evidence to give my theory weight. The first photo below has much of soul of what I was looking for, a pale blue/pale steel variegation:

A study in storms

That was what I wanted. What came in the mail last Thursday was predominately charcoal grey, with only minor blue hints:

A study in storms

There's not much for a knitter to do but live and learn. Luckily, Sundara takes back LE yarn. I will of course keep a couple skeins for stashing and was lucky to have found a better yarn for the project I had in mind for the Sundara.

Viva la yarn, viva la knitting.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Rabbit Hole

I'm behind. Behind. Waaayyyy behind.

S'okay. Right?

I'm an adult and there is no one but me to berate myself. Lol.

My photos suck. My knitting slow. Who am I letting down? Me. Why?


Elena got her socks in time. Score one for the home team.

Why is this a competition?

Elena's Socks

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