Tuesday, October 11, 2016
From the Keeping It Real Department: along with [messy! Yuck!] Catdog-related vet visits for reasons which shall remain on the downlow but which--and I assure you she is absolutely fine--are GROSS, and also along with a whole huge lot of travel hither and yon on the schedule for the always welcome purpose of taking care of and loving on all of my dear ones who have scattered themselves across this wide land, I will not be going to Rhinebeck. Oh, Rhinebeck, you elusive siren, with your maple cotton candy and your Artichoke French...sob... Not that I had any actual Rhinebeck plans for this year (2017! Watch me!) but it always seems kind of a wistfully possible possibility, and how I long for all the full-on fall conviviality of meeting other knitters and sniffing some sheep and knitting a proper Rhinebeck Sweater, and all that. Well, I can't go this year, but as usual I am knitting like the wind anyway, so this one here is the latest to drop from the needles. I know, it is gray. (And black! But still gray, which is the same thing. I guess I really don't want to branch out into the rest of the rainbow. Know thyself.)
I started a whole big pile of things all in one rainy weekend back in August, and now a whole big pile of things is getting finished, which seems to be how it works. (That also gives me the feeling that I should cast on All The Things. So many ideas...)
This pretty little gray and black pullover is Ikemura by Laura Chau, knit by me in Berroco Ultra Alpaca Light, colors "Moonshadow" and "Pitch Black". I ran short of the black and had to stretch the contrast section of the cuffs longer than the designer intended, but I still think it looks great--the color change hit me right at the elbows, which still works well, I think. That yarn is so soft in the hands, and such a pleasure on the needles. Fuzzy, wooly, heathery, and comfy. Hashtag heart eyes.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
We went on a long road trip last week, and I had only the sleeves and collar to finish. It rained, of course, because it always rains on a road trip, and I worked happily on it, tucked up warm in the passenger seat with the Beatles playing on a long loop (have you seen the new documentary about the Beatles? Oh mah gah. See it.) and Catdog curled up like the half-mouse she probably is on a quilt in the back seat. Hot coffee in the cup holder, steaming up the windshield. There is nothing whatsoever to mind about a long trip, because coffee, the Beatles, cuddled up with Catdog and knitting is exactly what I'd have been doing at home, too. And just like that, it was finished.
The top-down make it up as you go method is honestly my favorite way to do things. There are many beautiful patterns out there, and I have an enormous queue at Ravelry to reflect my enthusiasm for them, but I really do get the best results by just doing it this way:
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
I doubt anyone will ever accuse me of being a quilter, and my appliqué stitches are kind of huge, but making this was really pretty fun. This is Big Flower, another design from Denyse Schmidt, found in this book. So many things to make in there, hoo. I can't wait to try them all! Now that I know how to do appliqué, I kind of feel like there is no limit. Circles, I am coming for you.
This kind of thing is apparently intended for something to do with melting plastic pieces onto model airplanes, and the guy at the store was kind of bemused when I told him what I was going to do with it instead, but it worked really well and I am actually madly in love with it. I love teeny things that work.
In other news, winter is coming, and Catdog has begun to press her face against the heater again, and make cozy nests out of all the couch pillows. I come home to find just her nose sticking out from underneath it all. More than a little inspired by this, another dog sweater has appeared on my needles.
It occurred to me for a second that possibly this beautiful hand-dyed worsted wool might be too pretty for a dog sweater, but then, I remembered. Catdog. Worth it.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Fall is here. My thoughts turn, as usual, to gray cardigans, but also to yarn and wool in general, and color! This beautiful, burnt, and burnished armful of wooly wonderfulness was all hand-dyed by me right in my kitchen with madder.
I am a complete hand-dyeing novice, but my findings here are that madder is one of the perfect colors. This ancient dye is the source of Alizarin Crimson, the color of Persian rugs, and British Royal Navy uniforms. It gives all sorts of warm pink and red, ranging anywhere from pale peach to deep cherry crimson. Seriously, this color is so lush, I can't even. This is the pink I search for, coral and kind of complicated.
My yarns here are all 100% wool, mordanted with alum and cream of tartar, and then simmered for one hour in my dyepot with madder extract (I used this, because I am a total beginner, and it was sort of foolproof). On the left is 100 grams of wool + 1/2 tsp madder in 12 cups water, and on the right is 100 grams of wool + 1 tsp madder in 16 cups of water.
These are two skeins of single-ply sport weight, slightly different: on the left is 100g of wool + 2 tsp madder in 8 cups of water, and on the right is 100g of wool + 1 tsp madder in 12 cups of water.
I am just kind of experimenting. Everything that comes out of the pot is so pretty. I don't know what to make with any of this yet, but just looking at it is enough for now. (I just imagined a gray pullover with a madderful yoke and cuffs, swoon!) I am mad for madder!
Black Walnut hulls are next, and if that results in nothing but beige, it will be okay, because you know what? There is madder.
Friday, September 16, 2016
There is so much color on my worktable right now. There are lots of gray things, and other neutral things, too, to be sure, but they aren't as interesting to me at the moment. I'm taking a class in appliqué at my local quilt shop--this is big for me, because I am very proudly self-taught in almost all the needle-ish arts, but there are eighty jillion different appliqué methods, and it is so confusing to me, so I signed up. Man, it's fun! As you know, I really love handwork--the workbasket beside the comfy chair, stocked with all the small, lovely tools needed, and a long-term project in there, on the go all the time, something to keep a lady entertained until who knows when. I honestly love that, so much. This class is teaching the technique where you iron the freezer paper templates to the wrong side of the fabric, trim to 1/8" seam allowance (ohmygoodness, that's so small) and then press the extremely small seam allowance using liquid starch and a teensy specialty iron. Well, I love tools. I could not wait to go pick out a lovely teeny iron with a turned wood handle, and Doc helped me craft an equally teeny tabletop ironing board with a chunk of wood, ironing board cover fabric (that's what it's called, I asked...) and a piece of gingham. No hopping up every three seconds to iron something, and no burning my fingertips with the huge standard iron. Oh, I love my Doc. My little liquid starch pot came home with me from Amsterdam, where I bought it directly from the potter himself, who made it to match a paint pot used by Rembrandt. Stuff like that. Stuff like that will make me go bonkers for a project. Also, the fabrics! Some Denyse Schmidt, some Anna Maria Horner, some thrifted. Scraps. Yes, this is keeping me very entertained. And of course I am also knitting, a wild pair of striped socks using yarns gifted to me by my dear Hilde, because I have to have something to do after dark, and because colorful stripes are endlessly interesting. I am having so much fun. And tomorrow is the Fiber Fair! I feel like it's Christmas Eve.
Friday, September 9, 2016
This photo, clockwise, from top: Patons "Lemongrass"; Patons, dyed with goldenrod; Patons dyed with Queen Anne's Lace
Socks: even though the possibility of ever being able to wear wool socks again feels a long way off (ohmygoodnessitisboiling) (itisnottoohotforcoffeeareyoucrazy) I am knitting them as fast as I can, and planning three pairs ahead. I'll probably run out of steam before too much longer, but I've been digging through the sock yarn stash and doodling on graph paper with a lot of unbridled enthusiasm. Right now, on the needles, a riff on Pia Kammeborn's Longing for Gotland socks--I'm using her basic design, with a change of motif in the cuff panel. I love those stripes. That lovely pattern really set my wheels a-turning.
Dyeing: the goldenrod results were very good--I got a great, acid-y, citrine from it, very reminiscent of my old friend Patons "Lemongrass"--I dare say the goldenrod yielded something even closer than Lemongrass to what it is I'm really looking for in a citrus-y yellow/green. I carefully mordanted two skeins of the ubiquitous Patons Classic Wool, "Winter White" with alum and cream of tartar and boiled a big kettle of goldenrod flower heads, with some leaves still attached, for about an hour. I put the wet yarn in the pot and simmered it carefully for about 30 minutes, then rinsed and dried it on the fence. I think a little bit of iron would make goldenrod dye even greener, but I didn't actually want green, I wanted something in between. Future experiments will tell, and there is a rusty shovel head soaking in vinegar at this very moment.
Unraveling: It is time to admit that my beautiful Levenwick cardigan is too big. This cardigan is knit in Brooklyn Tweed's Shelter, which, in case you've never used it, is the wooliest, sheepiest, tweediest yarn ever, and thus it remained committed to Levenwick, even as I attempted to unzip it. The bind-offs were completely permanent, apparently, and I had to cut them off with scissors, but eventually, the yarn was harvested and rewound, and I will knit another Levenwick, just as soon as I finish all these socks.
Planning: more colorwork--I'm so ready to cast on a "Jenny at the Fair" by Mary Jane Mucklestone. Yarn auditions are happening today. Also, planning to visit the Finger Lakes Fiber Festival next weekend--say hello if you see me! It will probably be too hot for any handknits, but Doc will be wearing a kilt. Rawr!