Sometimes I'm a little too efficient

Knitting lesson #3578:

Forget wild optimism. Try on the garment BEFORE you sew in all the ends.

On the bright side: Evidently I sewed all the ends in on Mr. Greenjeans really, really well.

Short skeins and other knitting disasters

I think I should be worried now:



That's the Aeolian Shawl(ette), row 43 of 46. Note the meager pile of yarn. That is not scrap yarn from another project. That is what I have left to knit 3 more rows (at ~525 stitches per row), then bind off with yarn held double.

Yeah. I'm not going to make it. So tomorrow I will buy another skein of Wisdom Yarns Poems Sock, to knit the last two rows and the castoff. Silver lining: I'll have plenty left over for a pair of socks.

Speaking of catastrophes. I haven't posted much about my Mr. Greenjeans sweater, knit in a very, um, hearty tweed cone yarn from Webs. (It was so rough, I actually split the skin on my index finger while knitting with it.) I finished this sweater, hunted down the perfect pewter Celtic button for it, tried it on and looked in the mirror.

Then I took it off and stuck it in the "do something with this" basket of crap in my office.

The sleeves are huge. The neckline would fit a Packers lineman without strangling. The less said about what the ribbing at the bottom did when I buttoned it, the better.



I think I'm going to like the Central Park Hoodie much more. It calls for worsted weight tweed, at 18 stitches to 4 inches. What a coincidence.



Sweater: "Um, isn't that the ball winder? Why is it sitting next to me?"

SpinningPhoenix: "Oh, no reason."

RTFD.

First, a cautionary tale.

Charts are good. Lace charts are great. It's quite helpful to have a visual display of just what is going on when you do that K2tog, k1, yo, k3, yo, ssk. So much better than trying to follow written directions for a 24-stitch repeat over a 300+ row shawl. Finish a row, check it off, move up. Finish one chart section, groove on to the next--

AFTER you check the written directions.

I forgot this on the Aeolian shawl. I went straight from the final Agave chart to the Edge Setup Chart without checking the written directions. The ones that say to use the Right, Left and Center edge charts, and not just make the center Edge Setup Chart work by use of creative decreases and increases. It didn't occur to me that I should be concerned that the number of stitches didn't work out, and that the edges looked wonky from missing yarn-overs. I didn't think to stop and check the directions until I was 23 rows into the chart, with over 270 stitches in each row.



I wasn't feeling well last Saturday, and it didn't help my queasy stomach to sit at Starbucks and rip out four weeks of work. See the picture above (with bonus helper cat)? Everything that's wrapped around the working skein was ripped out, including 50 beads. I managed to get everything back on the needles without sobbing or distributing fistfuls of hair into other people's coffee. I even re-knit the first three rows (correctly!).

It's a good thing that I love this yarn and these beads.

In spinning news:

Still working on the Blue Moon sock yarn. I'm almost finished with the second bobbin of singles. Yeah, trying for the Tour de Fleece was pretty much a waste of time.

In baking news:



That's one loaf of Oatmeal Maple Pecan bread and one loaf of English Granary bread, baked last week and now nearly gone. The Maple Pecan is for my breakfast during the week, and the English Granary bread is for dinners. I substituted honey for the golden syrup called for in the recipe; wonder how much it would cost to get golden syrup imported to the Midwest?

I baked another loaf of Oatmeal Maple Pecan today on my "day off". I'm hoping that as I get into practice, soon it won't take the entire morning. The taste is worth it, though. Dense, nutty and filling; toast a slice, add a spoonful of unsweetened peanut butter, and I'm good until lunch.

First, my non progress on my TDF goal:


I managed to finish the second third of the second third batch of roving. To recap: I split the entire roving into thirds, trying my best to match the color shifts in each third. I spun the first third straight through. Since the original roving is wider than my palm and as thick as my fist (and I have pretty wide hands), the color changes are quite long on that bobbin. For the current bobbin of singles, I split the roving lengthwise into thirds, and I'm spinning them each in sequence. So the color changes will be long, but not as long as the first bobbin. I'm toying with the idea of splitting the last third of roving into nine lengths, to truly have a fractal yarn. (I may be a slight math geek.)

Next, a rare Finished Object. These are the plain socks with twisted rib that I blogged about last time. I finished them mostly during my lunch hour and a few outdoor concerts. I grafted the toe while watching the Cardinals game Friday night.




They fit well enough, but the heel is a little baggy. I think they will be fine once they've been washed. I love Opal Southwest Collection's colors; I almost wish they'd reissue them. It seems like most of the self-patterning sock yarns in the stores are garish stripes. I debated whether to actually knit this yarn, or just keep it for posterity since I can't get more. My anti-hoarding, sock-wearing side won the battle.

And in the interest of fair play and including the mandatory Gratuitous Cat Picture, this is Logan. He's a little too fond of yarn, so all my projects live behind closed doors and zippered bags. (He's been known to fish projects out of tote bags, then take off across the house with them.)

Such a nice girl. So sad about the crazy, though.

Evidently I've gone insane and joined the Tour de Fleece 2009. From July 4th to July 26th while the Tour de France winds its way, I've committed to spinning for 15 minutes a day, every day. My main target is going to be the Blue Moon Sheep to Shoe kit; I'm a little over halfway through the second bobbin of singles, but I'd like to finish it.

Not that I'm hating the process; BFMA roving spins like well-behaved silk, and watching the colors change makes the 15 minutes go by like the wind. I'm just anticipating the cool socks I'm going to get from the three-ply sock yarn that comes from this:

I'm just wondering when I think I'm going to chisel 15 minutes out of my overloaded evenings. I managed to get in 15 minutes tonight, but it took me until after 11:00 p.m. to do it. I guess the bookkeeping and the yoga DVD can wait one more day.

Saturday Morning

I have a rare unscheduled Saturday morning, which is good for blogging because lunchtime blogging is now impossible. Our corporate Mothership has decreed that we shall have no internet access that isn't 100% business-related. Unfortunately I don't think I can justify Blogger or Ravelry access for my accounting job.

My Saturday morning, the way I wish all my mornings were spent:



Good coffee from the french press, blogs on the laptop, a sunny day to enjoy through the back door window, and Cat In Bowl(tm). Well, I enjoyed it until the laptop battery crapped out ten minutes later. It's about time for a new battery.

I have an FO! Well, 50% of an FO. I finished the first Opal Southwest purse sock last night, grafted the toe and even took notes in Evernote so I can theoretically create an indentical mate.



This is a dead simple top-down sock with an alternating twisted rib, regular 50% heel flap, round heel and round toe, knit magic loop style. I'm almost done with the twisted rib on the second one. I love the colors, the blues and faded greens with just a touch of brown grounding it. It reminds me of an old pine forest.

Spinning has been hit-or-miss, depending on how well the air conditioning is working. At 99 degrees and high humidity here at the Meeting of the Rivers, it's way too hot to spin on the porch now. The wool would felt in my drafting hand if I tried. I'm still working on the BFMA Sheep to Shoe roving, which seems to magically propagate in its bowl when my back is turned.

We are supposed to have cooler weather tomorrow for my birthday. Eighty-six degrees should feel refreshing after this week of dangerous heat advisories and heat indexes over 120 degrees. Hopefully I can get outside tomorrow morning to flick-card the sandy fleece I washed last weekend; I want to see if it's going to be usable or if I'm going to have to crank up the hot water heater and try to wash it again.

All right, let's get this show on the road...

First, I'd like to introduce my porch companion, Kira.

We rescued her a week before Halloween about two years ago. I'm sure she's grateful for the warm, dry house (if not for the other feline resident's existence), but she still loves sitting on the porch with us and getting a little sun. When she sees the harness, she jumps up on the arm of the couch to "get dressed" to go out.

Proof that spinning on the porch doesn't always mean hauling out the wheel:

This is medium "mutt" roving from eBay, crockpot dyed with Easter Egg tablets, on a Kundert spindle. I love the wood inlay; I think this is the "Taos" one, but don't quote me on it. The roving isn't the softest, but it was cheap for four pounds. Note the colors; they're my favorites, so you'll see a lot of them.

Finished Objects report:

I actually finished the first two pairs of socks before we moved over a year ago. They recently came to light when I was unpacking something else; evidently I shoved these in a box during the move and completely forgot about them. First pair:

These are Fortissima Colori in some colorway for which I've lost the ball band. I call them "Delft Socks" after my favorite china. I think these were done toe-up, with a 3&1 broken rib cuff. I really need to take better notes.

The green socks are my "Expansion Joint" socks in Dream in Color Smooshy, colorway "Happy Forest". For a bouncy yarn, it seemed a bit on the non-stretchy side while I was knitting it, so I added the "expansion joint" ribs up the foot and leg. And since I have generous calves, I also added a few expansion joints in the back:




These are just simple purl ribs, with a few of the upper ribs spawned from increase stitches. Toe up, with Wendy's gusset heel. They fit well, but I wish I'd made them longer now. Oh well; the leftovers have already become a camera case for my mom, and Barbie shawls for little girls.

The last pair were finished in May. I started these right before my husband had a heart attack in March. I'd barely established the toe and the pattern (WendyKnits Waterfall Socks, Lime & Violet Sasquatch in "Rose Gelato") when everything in our lives went insane. 75% of the pair were knitted in the ICU Waiting Room or the ICU/CCU/Telemetry of St. Joseph Health Center. (I highly recommend this hospital, if god forbid you ever have a heart attack in St. Charles, MO).

"ICU Waiting Room Socks" pictured here on the front porch; note sexy rolled-up jeans to show off lace cuffs and picot hem. I'm lucky that my Mom had her crocheting with her when it came time to sew down the hem; for some reason I forgot to bring a darning needle that day. (4:30 am wakeup call to help with a 5:00 am pre-surgery prep, then a 3-hour surgery. I'm lucky I remembered my shoes that day.)

Next time, I'll make the picot hem more than four rows deep; it wants to flip up, and doesn't have as much stretch as I would like.

That's enough for today (in other words, my lunch break is over), so next time I'll go through some of the spinning and knitting Works in Progress littering my office/craft room. In the meantime, grab some fiber and head outside before it gets too hot to touch wool!

Yes, I do.

Spin on my front porch, that is. Last weekend we had a blues festival in town. Not really my husband's kind of music, but I like a wide variety of styles. And the Soulard Blues Band are excellent blues musicians. I could clearly hear them from my office with the window open to the fresh afternoon breeze. It took a few minutes to occur to me that I could work on the computer later that night, but I only had about an hour of good daylight to spin on the front porch (the sun is in the back of the house in the afternoon).

So I grabbed my Fricke and the brown Louet Corriedale roving I've been working through forever and headed out to the porch. Unfortunately the bobbin was already pretty full. By the time the band took its first break, I'd snarled the single around the flyer hooks and the bobbin shaft. By the time I took everything apart, decided to go ahead and ply all three bobbins now and finish the roving later (the lack of a spare empty bobbin factored into the decision), and set up the lazy kate, the band started playing again.

I should have taken a picture, but here's a small portion of my view:


There are few things I enjoy more than sitting on my front porch barefoot and spinning, listening to good music and confusing all the tourists.

(BTW, I didn't finish the plying; husband wanted to go for a walk. If the rain stops this weekend, I'll get it done and take some pictures.)

A little repair and renovation

That's what I'm doing to this old blog, and what I did to the fingerless gloves I made my husband. He wears these for work in an unheated warehouse. These made it through two winters with a little patching when the finger ribbing wore through or the thumb gusset ripped a bit. Then disaster:


Total thumb blowout. And I'm out of scraps of this yarn to patch it with. I dug through the oddball bag and found something at least slightly similar.



I backstitched around the hole to stabilize the remaining yarn, then I "warped" the hole by threading the yarn back and forth through the backstitches. Finally, I turned the glove 90 degrees and wove the "weft" through the warp yarn and packed it firmly. Result? Good enough to last the rest of the season, and possibly most of next winter.

Lessons learned: This isn't the first pair of fingerless gloves I've made him. The first pair were Dale Norway wool; although they were warm, the Dale just wasn't up to the stress. 100% acrylic yarn in the first patch cut the original yarn like a knife, making an even bigger hole. Also, 75% acrylic 25% wool isn't as durable as you'd think. I'm considering spinning some worsted Jacob wool for the next pair. If it worked for fishermen on the high seas, it should work for a warehouseman in a Midwestern winter.

Strangely enough, there's something satisfying about making these utilitarian gloves and knowing that they're going to be needed and used hard enough to earn honorable patches like this. It beats making another novelty yarn scarf any day.