If I Say So Myself...

I'm not so bad at this.

Yesterday when I got home, I found a nice little package waiting for me on the porch. It was my laceweight spindle from the Restless Peasant. An inexpensive little spindle that is absolutely gorgeous. It came with a cute little bag and some batt. Best of all, though, it came with some novel instructions on spinning laceweight. There's a trick in her instructions that enhanced my spinning tenfold. I think the trick will work for all weights of yarn, but for lace at least, it was fab. Want to see?
That's the spindle -- handpainted and flowery. Beautiful green whorl and nice long shaft above and below.




And here's the laceweight I got out of it last night (fingers included for scale -- I have very tiny hands).


Thoughts?

Spinning a Yarn (or two, or three...)

I'm back from my business trip -- major trade show for work. Very long and busy eight days.

So I relaxed this weekend. And spun. I'm just about ready for the wheel.

Here's some of the angora (top) and the mohair (bottom):


The angora on the left is unset -- straight from the spindle, and the one of the right got a quick soak. It puffed up like one of those spongy things that you soak overnight. It's a single, so I can't imagine how big a plied yarn would be. The mohair also puffed up a little, but at the same time that's kind of nice. It's a two-ply yarn (and well balanced, if I do say so).

Then I pulled out a few ounces of straight wool roving that I bought a few months ago to experiment with and played a bit. I wanted to make a sample skein to see how thin I'd have to spin a single to get a sport-weight yarn (keeping in mind how the other puffed up). I've nearly figured it out ... it has to be pretty darn thin. This is where I think the wheel might come in handy -- it's very difficult to draft a thin yarn on a drop spindle.

I don't think I'm far off. The photo was shot with a macro lens and I forgot to put anything in for scale. It's not quite where it needs to be yet, but the yarn itself feels very lofty and I think if I can get it just a little bit thinner, well ... the possibilities are endless. Remember, though, that this is purely an experimental bit of roving. I'm hoping Sugar Pie spins up in a similar fashion -- my plan is to take the brown Leichester from MDS&W and ply it up with Sugar Pie and get enough to make my husband a v-neck sweater vest (not sure I have enough for sleeves too). What do you think?

Oh, and somehow I managed to find some time to get a little done on a shawl. I was previously working on the Pi Shawl from the Knitter's Almanac, but I'm ready to rip the whole thing out. There's WAY too much math involved for me, and I keep screwing up the flipping pattern. So instead, I started the Grape Arbor Shawl from Wendy's book. I'm doing it in a sage green, and so far I'm about a quarter of the way through the first motif. It's not looking so bad, although this picture doesn't really give you a good idea of what the final is going to look like. Once it's blocked, though, look out.

The downside? I hate to purl, and this is done with straight purls across the wrong side. By the time I get through this motif, I'm going to be purling more than 250 stitches straight across every other row. Right now, I'm just trying to slog through.

I'll get there. The good news is that the yarn is a very lightweight silk/wool blend, it isn't heavy at all on the needles, and it isn't the least bit warm (a good thing given that we were hurled unceremoniously into Mid-Atlantic winter without the slightest benefit of soothing cool spring weather!)

At the Atlanta Aquarium

Last night, I went to a reception at the brand-new Atlanta aquarium. It was lovely.

The Beluga whales were fascinating...

And the tanks were gorgeous.

I got a glimpse of "Mr. Ray" from finding Nemo (and touched him, too):

and got in with the penguins (sorry, it was a bad picture of me so you're left with just the African penguins...)
Also touched a hammerhead shark (baby, of course).

And was absolutely fascinated by a floor-to-ceiling tank filled with huge grouper and schools of more rays.
And I glimpsed some cichlids.

Tomorrow, though, I'm in for a real, real treat:

On Spinning Silk and Heading South to Work

I know I've been quite derelict in posting knitting pictures lately, but I've been doing a lot of spinning lately. Here's a photo of some bamboo silk that I spun on my Bosworth Zebrawood spindle:

I'm actually very, very happy with it. Have two skeins done -- singles, actually, and I don't think I'm going to ply it -- and it looks fabulous. I highly recommend this fiber to ANYONE who can use a hand spindle. Easy to go near-laceweight, too. In fact, I brought my spindle and the rest of the bag with me to Atlanta in the hopes of getting as much done as humanly possible while I'm here so I can do something with it when I get home.

This silk spins like a dream, and it's easily set with a quick dip in some warm water. It does stiffen up a little after soaking, but I've found that a quick hand-snap of the skein really loosens it up and I hear that it softens even more when you start to work with it. Any ideas on what I should do with it? I have 8 oz to spin, and I figure so far I have 100 feet or so. Best part is that I'm nowhere near done, so I should have quite a bit to work with. Leave a comment if you have any ideas.

Bonus points for folks who can figure out why I'm in Atlanta. Watch the news.

Why I Need a Wheel

My spindles just aren't going to be able to handle the action.

Here is the Yarn Sniffer showing off my haul from M$&W:

On the far left in the plastic bag is a sweet batch of merino/llama/tussah silk roving. Then, the hank of roving is 100% merino, the two brown balls and the verigated ball in the center is some gorgeous chocolate roving, the yellow is a silk/alpaca/merino blend (oh so very soft) and the purple in the bag is mohair. The Yarn Sniffer is holding the two lovely balls of angora rabbit roving. The bag that is overflowing, my dears, is Sugar Pie. Sugar Pie is 3/4 Lincoln and 1/4 Navajo Churro. I swear, Sugar Pie is so fluffy and light, I can't wait to start spinning her up. In the foreground are my three spindles -- the far right is my new Bosworth complete with angora already started, the center is my Woodchuck lightweight with some mohair in a twist and the spindle nestled between the chocolate and cashew balls is the cute little decoupaged one I bought on a whim. That one is sampling the merino/llama/tussah silk.

I have to get the last bit of merino superwash off my Ashford spindle (bought in my pre-M$&W days), and between that one and the one that I took the alpaca off of, I'll have five spindles moving. I figure I'll start the sunny yellow next on an Ashford to see how it goes. But Sugar Pie and that chocolately brown trio? I'm saving them for the wheel...

And My Big Bonus of the Weekend Was...

I got to go back to the festival for another day. Yes, my husband is a sweetheart.

Let me explain. On Saturday, we had to leave the festival early because my oldest son (the one who thoroughly enjoyed the lamb) had a baseball game at 4:00. I really felt good having taken it all in -- but my purchases were slim: two balls of chocolate and cashew merino bought straight from the stall where the sheep was camped; two "bunny balls" -- a lovely set of blue/lavender angora rabbit, a bag of merino/llama/tussah silk roving, a Bosworth .5 oz spindle, and five unmatched Koigu mill ends (just for the principle of it). My husband took time (and both children) to wait in the long line to get me a festival t-shirt and a glass mug. That was it. Cheap day.

But it wasn't cheap for lack of trying to spend money. When we first got to the festival, we went on a Koigu hunt. That booth was elusive. But later, after checking a vendor directory, we found the booth location, and headed back. As it turns out, the throng of people waiting for Koigu must have blocked their sign, and we had walked right by it hours earlier. After talking with the staffer there, it seems that they sold out of nearly everything in record time. People were buying whole boxes at a time. I picked out five coordinating mill ends for $5 apiece and went on my way. I need to clarify here that I have never, ever, used Koigu and wanted it simply because everyone talks about it and this is one time when I wanted to keep up with the Joneses. My husband at one point asked what knitters use Koigu for. When I told him socks, steam started pouring out of his ears. "Socks!?! We've been searching for hours for something you're going to put on your feet?!?" (My husband won't wear wool on his feet so he doesn't understand.)

My husband also spent hours that day touching fleeces. He was so cute! "Wen, this whole thing is only $20! Why don't you snap this up before someone else does?" But once I explained that -- in addition to a wheel -- I'd also need to buy additional equipment and supplies to scour, comb, card, etc., not to mention the fact that we have old plumbing and things could get ugly, he moved on to rovings. Pre-dyed, prepared rovings all ready for spinning. And he was absolutely adorable as he and the boys touched all kinds of fibers trying to find ones I'd like.

It was a good day, all in all. Despite the boys' occasional disobedience (it was very hot and honestly, I started to get cranky too at one point), everyone had a great time. As long as we alternated exhibition hall/barn it seemed to work out. Especially when we stopped at the lamb judging. And I got to go home and spend the evening post-baseball spinning the new angora on my new Bosworth. That baby spins like there's no tomorrow, and the angora is a dream. I will post pictures later.

Yesterday started out as a wash -- MIL was coming for a visit from SC and she didn't get to our house until noon. She stayed for 2 hours. By three, I was itching. My husband looked and said to me, "Are you thinking about the festival? You're just dying to get a wheel." I reassured him that I was not going to buy a wheel that day, but that I was on a serious fiber crawl for when I get a wheel sometime in the next month. He looked at me with an impish grin and said, "Just go... have fun, baby."

And I ran out of the house and hit the road. The festival is really only 20 minutes away.

When I got there, I found a primo parking spot (two cars from the door!), and headed right to the main exhibit hall. I was on a fiber and spindle mission. I stopped first at Hatchtown Farm, where I found the most beautiful ball of varigated brown roving. The minute I picked it up I wanted to make it my bedtime pillow, it was so soft. Needless to say, I bought it.

And then I went to The Mannings, and hit the mother lode on Koigu. I think KnitandtheCity Wendy is going to have to explain why the Koigu booth has more mystique than The Mannings, but they had TONS of the stuff. At a small-fourtune/skein. Whoa Nelly. I bought five -- enough to do the Charlotte's Web shawl.

Then I went to the Woodchuck both, and bought a new little wooden spindle.

My next stop was a lovely booth (right now the name eludes me) where I fell in love with a 3/4 Lincoln/ 1/4 Navajo Churro ewe names Sugar Pie. This wool was just so springy and soft I couldn't stand it. Now this is where my true naivete comes through. The sign on the bag said $14/pound. I told the woman I wanted the whole pound and my eyes nearly fell out of my head when she pulled the whole bag off the shelf and gave it to me. I don't know why it didn't register that a pound of wool = a LOT of wool. I'm pretty sure it's a half-fleece. I bought it anyway. After all, I'm on the road to a wheel!

I found myself then strolling through the other halls where I bought four ounces of angora goat roving -- a lovely purple -- and a cute little decoupaged spindle. On my way out, I ran into Knitting Auntie (of Olympic aran fame), my uncle, cousin and some friends. Had a short little visit there, and then headed out.

On my way out, I stopped at one of the tent booths and bought what has to be one of the softest alpaca/silk rovings I have ever felt in my life. Bought three ounces of that in a happy sunny yellow.

And I called it a day. I now have enough fiber to keep me occupied when I finally get that wheel. I feel a need to interject at this point to explain that in another week and a half, I am going on an eight-day business trip. I don't think it's fair to my psyche to buy a wheel just before Hell Week. Especially since I can't really take it with me to play with in the evenings (14-15-hr days). So my plan is to get one right after I get back, take a few days off, and spin to my hearts content.

But I digress When I got home and walked in the door with my goodies, my husband smiled and nodded and said, "Boys, Mommy is home with her festival haul. Go on, show us what you bought!"

As I did, my dear sweethearts (especially The Yarn Sniffer) oohed and aahed at appropriate intervals, touched all of the rovings and smiled at the spindles and Christopher, of course, sniffed them all. And when I broke out the yarn, my husband said, "Your weekend is complete. You found your Koigu. You aren't REALLY going to make socks out of it, are you?" I think he was happy to hear that it's going to be a shawl instead.

And you want to know what is so incredibly cool about my husband? For hours after, he was asking about spinning, knitting, yarn compositions and speculating on what synthetics can be spun with rovings to make them stronger and more durable with everyday wear. He spoke fondly of Sugar Pie and was happy to see that there's more than enough there to make something useful and fun. I love him very, very much.

At the Sheep & Wool Festival ...

My boys and I headed out yesterday morning for the festival. I honestly do not think that my husband really knew what he was getting himself into. I wish I had taken a picture of the parking. As I said before, this was my first time at the festival, so I just took it all in. What a day.

The first stop was a shot at petting some alpacas. The boys loved it. Since I've been spinning alpaca lately, they thought it was neat to see what it looks like on the animal. They were happy to find out that it was just as soft in the raw as it is on the spindle.

And then we headed into the main exhibition for the Koigu. Looked everywhere for the booth, but couldn't find it. So I moved on to other things. Like fiber. My husband (bless his soul) was touching and feeling the rovings and fleeces trying to help find ones I'd like. At the same time, he was managing the boys -- all so I could wander, touch and drool.

The rest of the day is a blur -- wandering through booth after booth after booth looking at fibers and spindles and yarns and threads. Watching the sheep being sheared and learning how to properly pet a sheep (flat hand, please). I honestly had no idea that a finger poke could hurt the sheep if rain were to permeate the surface and could possible cause the fleece to rot. You learn something new every day. Sheep are amazing animals.

They are absolutely adorable. Here are some of the fine specimens we got to see:

There was even an allusion to my all-time favorite book. These sheep were easily my favorite for that simple reason.

And I had absolutely no problem sampling the lamb. Neither did my son.

I'll post more tomorrow about purchases, etc. Hope everyone else had as good a time as I did!

Today's the Day!

I woke up at 6 a.m. today with a feeling like Santa had come to town. So I brewed my coffee, it's now 7:15 and now I wait. Wait for the time to head out to the fairgrounds for Sheep and Wool. I don't live far from the fairgrounds, so I don't need to get a tremendously early start.

Besides, I'm going to have company. Yes, my three men are going with me. Yesterday, Christopher, aka "The Yarn Sniffer" asked what there would be at the "Sheep and Wool Festibal"(sic) and when I told him there would be sheep and alpacas, tons of yarn and lots of other fun stuff for mommy to do, he told me that it sounded like there would be lots of fun stuff for him to do, too. And then he gave me the look. Moms know it. It's the please, pretty please, I'll never ask for anything else for the rest of my life until I die look. So I relented, and he nearly burst out of his skin.

Truth be told, the Yarn Sniffer is my constant companion on stash enhancement expeditions, and he loves to watch me knit and spin. He checks all the yarn in my LYS for "snuggleability" and sniffs them all. If they smell good and feel good on his face, he begs me to buy a skein for the stash. He's already on a crawl for yarn for mittens for next year. He doesn't yet have the patience to learn to knit, but something tells me that when he does, he may just ask me to try to teach him again.

So my agreeing to allow the Yarn Sniffer to accompany me to the festival started a whole other string of events. When my husband came home from work (pulled a later night than usual), our excitement must have been infectious. My oldest son was clamoring to go too, and I was immersed in my wish list. Nothing much was said until later, when he announced, "We ought to take Zachary's uniform with us just in case we're running late getting back."

Now my husband for years now has chided me for my knitting. HOWEVER, slowly but surely, I'm winning him over. His laughter and mockery led me to not make him anything handmade this winter, and he finally a few weeks ago made a comment about it. He'd like a v-neck sweater in fine wool, thank you, and he'd even like to help pick out the yarn. And the other day, I got "You've started another shawl? You never even showed me the last one."

He's interested. I'm sure of it. We'll see if he can survive MSW. More later.

MSW: Here I Come!

I woke up this morning so giddy I could hardly stand it! Maryland Sheep and Wool is TOMORROW! I'm really, really excited. I feel like a virgin on her wedding night. And yes, folks, I am a MSW virgin. It's been here ... right in my backyard all this time and I've never made it there. But this is my year!

Now I don't know if anyone reads my blog, or if anyone will see this in time, but Knit and the City Wendy and I e-mailed yesterday about trying to get bloggers together (or at least meet each other) at some point during the festival. We're thinking about trying to meet at the Wendy Knits table a little before 12. Anyone want to join us?

The Leftover Shawl

There's no better way to celebrate a blog's facelift than with a picture of one cute kid. This is Julia, modelling the shawl I made last week while I was home on a sick day.

The piece is called the "Leftover Shawl" because it was a perfect way to use the extra Cotton Classic I've been accumulating for the past few months. The colors went very well together and when I was done, I knew it just wouldn't be mine. It has Julia's name written all over it. I gave it to her on the condition that her mother send me a picture to post.

The pattern is about as easy as it gets -- start with four stitches on size 10 needles. K2, YO, K to end. Repeat on every row. Easy as pie.

And cute as a button!

Wendy on Wendy

Dear Wendy,

With much anticipation, I headed to Arundel Mills at lunchtime to pick up a copy of your book. I managed to snag the only copy on the shelf (not sure if they only ordered one copy, or if it was simply almost sold out -- I prefer to think the latter, as you do). And so I commence with my commentary ... after many scans and readings over my afternoon commute (stuck in traffic), dishwashing (not an errant drop fell), and sitting with my youngest while he finished his dinner (after spending the entire time the rest of us were eating complaining about his lima beans). Finally, after dinner, I found a quiet 10 minutes and read the introduction twice.

Now I admit, I was a little worried ... I read your blog every day, and it boggles my mind what you are able to accomplish with teensy tiny sticks on a regular basis. I was worried that by buying your book I was committing myself to a tricky Wendy design. I've admired you from afar (not that far, I'll bet we're less than 100 miles apart) after stumbling on your site from a feeble google search for "Wendy" and "Knit" (it's a name thing). But you did not let me down ... in fact, I'm feeling rather buoyed right about now.

To start, let me first say that I too am a "Quasi-Leftie-Untensioned-Picker-Knitter," which is not to be confused with a One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater. I'm no lefty (though my littlest is), but I was taught by a left-handed knitter who didn't know how to do a long-tail cast on. I too used to spend way more time than necessary casting on with two sticks.

I think we may be kindred spirits, and I really, really hope to track you down one day soon (perhaps at Sheep and Wool) or catch you one day on the subway.

I can't wait to start some of the patterns ... you just make even the most complicated seem so very, very doable.

You are truly the queen to the KOARC.

Love,
WendyI

Classic Ending

The first project of Spring is complete.

I actually finished Fad Classic by Knit and Tonic Wendy a week ago, but haven’t felt well enough this week to blog. I think it turned out pretty well, even though in the time since I completed the vest she found some errors and re-issued the pattern. That's what I get for being so eager.

But, given the fact that I made some minor modifications on my own while I knitted this up, I think it's going to work. I may even hold it for a gift down the road. I have such a tiny chest that I think it may work better for someone with a little more. I just have to pick my victim, er, recipient.

The color is more coral than peach, but not orange. And the stitch pattern makes it seem more crocheted than knitted, which gives the vest a little more bulk than expected.

Fad Classic was a great project. The stitches were fun, and it knitted up quickly. And it made me remember that I really like to work with Tahki Cotton Classic. Back in the fall around the holidays, I made tons of facecloths to accompany the homemade soaps and bath salts that I make each year for Christmas, and the women at my LYS were calling "Wendy the Washcloth Woman" as a result. But then I switched to wool for the rest of the winter. This vest made me yearn for warm weather and spring. While I was working on this project, the weather warmed up nicely and the days were sunny. For the past week, the weather here in the Mid-Atlantic has been a little wet and cloudy.

In my feeble attempt to influence the weather by knitting more cotton, I cast on yesterday for a revised version of the Perfect Pie Shawl in Melanie Falick's Weekend Knitting. I'm making it in Tahki Cotton in a nice ecru -- and think it will be a great transition season wrap. Since I'm doing it on size 10.5 needles, it's very loose and lacy. Beach sand will shake out of it nicely.

Now ... for a big announcement. The name of this blog is going to change. A few months back, I thought that I would start a separate blog for my spinning exploits, and came up with what I thought to be a very clever name ... MUCH more clever than Textile Paradise. So ... I've decided to rename myself. The URL will stay the same for a few weeks, but visitors will notice that the blog has received a nice facelift before the URL changes. Comment and let me know your thoughts!

Random Snake Handling

After a busy, busy Monday at work, I came home and found Mrs. Frisby (our cat) playing with something interesting in the driveway. My young boys were quick to check things out and discovered that it was, in fact, a teensy little garter snake.

A garter snake that my littlest promptly named Erik.

I did what any mother in her wrong mind would do. I put him in a bin.

After much oohing and aahing by the boys, we went in the house. And the cat promptly took Erik out of the bin.

After dinner, little one headed out to check on the snake, and he was gone (of course). So he came to me, begging me with his little blue eyes -- endearing me -- "Mommy, you HAVE to find Erik. Frisby may have killed him." (He aspires to be Dr. Doolittle and sincerely cares about nearly every animal he meets -- except the springtime ants. He squashes them like the bugs they are.)

So, I went out to look. I took one step out the door, nearly stepped on the damn snake, squealed like the girl I am and then calmly said, "Found him."

I put said snake back in the bin. More oohing and aahing commenced, with little one begging to keep the snake and hubby coming out to see our reptilian friend for the first time. Rather than keep the snake (this is where I draw the line. We have two fishtanks, a beagle AND a snake-catching cat), we opted to let him loose in the woods behind our house. This was after a very long debate on the snake habitat ... and Christopher's insistence that he could put one leaf under him and one leaf on top of him to keep him warm at night (LOL). I even enlisted my father's help in convincing my son that Erik needed to go back to his tree stump (after reminding him that my cat is SO much cooler than his cat).

Then, being the truly cool mother I am, I picked Erik up behind the head (he was too beaten up to even curl himself up around my hand), and Christopher -- clad in pajamas, penny loafers and a baseball cap (you just have to picture it) -- joined me in taking Erik as far away from the house as possible and placing him on a tree stump. Christopher agreed that my picking up the snake catapulted me into "Coolest Mother in the World" status (I don't want him to ever forget that his mom wasn't afraid to pick up a snake).

I'm pretty sure he'll pass tonight -- Mrs. Frisby had a really good time with him before I got to him -- but in a way, I hope he doesn't. I certainly don't want him in my house or on my porch, but there's something just a teensy bit intriguing to know that there's a chance my boys may cross paths with a little garter snake again one day. Very Dennis the Menace, don't you think? As long as Erik doesn't end up in a jeans pocket, it's OK by me.

Reading, Knitting and Waiting for Spring

Hey Harlot,

A few weeks ago, I had a wonderful daytrip planned for Saturday, April 8. I was planning on hopping in the car and driving to Doylestown, PA to see you in person and get you to sign my copy of your new book, Knitting Rules! But yesterday in Baltimore was dreary and rainy, and I just couldn't bring myself to lose nearly three hours of knitting time (I couldn't get DH and the Boys enthused about a drive in nasty weather. Curse the gods. If it had been sunny, he would have driven in a heartbeat).

Around 5 p.m., I found myself very sad about my decision. So I loaded up the band and we headed to Barnes and Noble and I picked up an unsigned (sigh) copy.


Less than 12 hours later (and a portion of that was devoted to sleep), I was done. In fact, I just finished.

I've read your other two books cover to cover, and keep them in my knitting basket in case I need a pick-me-up, and this book was every bit as entertaining as the others. This book, however, has an instructional quality that the others don't -- with Harlot patterns that make even a pi shawl sound easy. It has commentary on every knitting staple out there -- scarves, socks, shawls, sweaters [I left out hats because the alliteration would have lost something] ... and its done so plainly and with such humor that its a fabulous read. It's like Harot Touched By Zimmerman. And I absolutely love it.

Can you please come to Baltimore some day so us Marylanders can meet the woman who makes OCD a regular part of life? There are so many of us who thank you from the bottom of our stashes for making our obsessions with yarn and needles and tape measures OK.

And on another note...
Earlier this week, I was stricken with a major case of Spring Fever. The weather was warm, it was great to be outside, and I had serious hopes that I could put the winter coats away for good. I even cast on to make FadClassic. But then the weather shifted and I'm working on this nifty little vest that makes me lament even more that it's cold outside. But I'm moving along on it.

A few notes about the piece. Firstly, I got the pattern from KnitandTonic Wendy, who perhaps should get a platinum yarn medal for "Flash Your Stash" photo from April 1. What makes that shot even cooler is that her husband did the set up and that the picture doesn't include ALL of her yarn. You can read about that in her blog.

Anyway, I cast on on Wednesday and ended frogging the sleeves and starting over on Thursday (I didn't do a provisional cast-on for the sleeves like I should have because I DIDN'T READ THE INSTRUCTIONS), but I'm making good progress. It's a nifty little vest in Tahki cotton (she did green, I opted for coral because green makes me look sickly), and I think it's going to be cute either by itself or over a little t-shirt or even a blouse. Cute, cute cute.

BUT ... even though it's knitted in the round, there is purling involved. I would have known this going in if I had read the pattern from beginning to end, but instead, I made an assumption that will slow up my knitting. But that's OK. Especially since the weather has gone and gotten nasty again ... there's no real rush (at least until the weather warms again. Then I'll be driving myself mad trying to finish it in time).

In it's current state, it looks rather bra-like. My youngest son asked me if I was making "one of those funny-looking knitted swimsuits" yesterday. I assured him I was not. The honestly of children (and their knowledge about such things as knitted bikinis) sometimes boggles the mind.

AWOL Blogger and the Poncho Worn

Indeed I have been AWOL. I apologize to any loyal readers out there. But between my ENTIRE family coming down with an insidious germ that sent everyone to the prone position for a week and rendered me unable to find the will even to knit -- along with the fact that life and work had to proceed uninhibited throughout, well, it's been a rough couple of weeks.

Now we're gearing up for end-of-the-year scout activities and baseball for both children. I hope to keep this up!

In any event, I have been quite derelict in posting pictures of the Olympic poncho modeled by Vicki. But first a tease -- here's what she did with the fringe.

And here she donning the winning garment. Nuff said. (And I'd like to point out that she's standing in front of her new front porch--part of a massive remodeling project that nearly knocked her and Pete senseless last year.)

Another Olympic Feat

Those of you who know my aunt also know that she's a knitter. From way back. I have sweet memories of the teensy tiny finger puppets she knit me when I was a child (knowing what I know now, they had to be, like, size 000 or something equally tiny).

She's also an Olympic knitter. For the Knitting Olympics, my aunt elected to try an aran -- a complicated piece of yarnwork filled with cables and twists and calculations that make your head spin. She updated the design to make it a hip sweater for my cousin. Here she is wearing the little gem:

(If any guys are interested yes, she's single)

And here's a closeup on the cables:

Totally medal worthy. Now I want one.

Lizard Socks and the Real Deal

Everyone knows I was out of town, but I haven't had much time to tell my story about knitting on the airplane. I still don't have the time.

But I will say that it seemed somehow special that I had the chance to look at some of these ...


... while I finished these.


You're looking at socks created in Opal's "Chameleon" colorpath. My son has been calling him his "lizard socks." He was more happy with them than with the stuffed octopus I brought him! In fact, that's why they're all stretched out. He wore them for two solid days.

At the Westin del Mar

So I'm here, in Puerto Rico ... as everyone who reads this knows. I transfered to the Westin Rio del Mar today and here's a picture:

Want to know what the best part of being at the Westin is? We're right across from the national rainforest here, El Yunque:

Knitting on an airplane

I don't have much time to post because I'm traveling for work -- here in sunny Puerto Rico where things are way too expensive.

I have multiple funny stories to share, but no real time. So I'll leave you with a few pictures from Rio Grande, which is a tremendously expensive cab drive away from San Juan, but very very beautiful. I stopped by the beach on my way back to my room. Near sunset ... here are two views: one looking east, and one looking west. Those with good directionals should know which is which.

And the winner is...

So, here's the final picture of the poncho. My Olympic feat. Sorry, Vicki, but this is the only pic you get until I get back from Puerto Rico and wrap it. This isn't something I can just send home with our courier.

And for this,

I earned this.