Thursday, May 28, 2015

Sky drama

It's warm one day, cold the next. Blue sky, then it pours for ten minutes. Dramatic. I spread a quilt on the grass the other day and lay there on the ground, arms spread, as the clouds gathered and darkened, rain sprinkling down. The dog sprawled beside me, snuffling and chewing the grass. It was warm, even without the sun, so we stayed there, getting lightly dripped on, dozing. Summer. I love it so much.


I'm working on this striped pullover, in Berroco Vintage DK and Malabrigo sock. It is slow going, but slow is my pace this time of year. I knit a row, scritch the dog's perfect ears, knit another row, kiss her on the nose, knit some more. She snores a little, I close my eyes for just a minute...

There's another quilt happening, too. Quilts kind of overtake me in the summer. They seem like a warm weather project somehow. I kind of want to make every quilt I see right now.

This one is in low-volume scraps + gray. I think it looks like the world outside my window these days, which is so appealing--rain, sun! Rain again! Wait, it's sunny now! The clouds glide by in a big hurry, the sky behind them is blue, blue, blue. Warm wind, so lovely. Laundry on the clothesline flaps dry in five minutes. Have you seen Lynne's latest project? It's right in the sweet spot between orderly and scrappy. I want to start one just like it immediately, which is no way to get anything done. One quilt at a time!


Friday, May 22, 2015

Matryoshka doll and catdog


My dear friend Hilde has sent me the most lovely matryoshka doll, hand-pieced in patchwork and embellished with buttons and beads. I love it so much, and can't stop looking at it. Hilde's stitches are so tiny and immaculate.


I love the heart-shaped lips. The velvet ribbon, sprinkled with tiny beads. The little rose at the temple. Hilde is so talented, and her work is so bright and beautiful. She's an inspiration. The pattern for this doll is included in her new book, Zauberhafte Lieseleien, which you can find here. It's in German, and I hate to admit I can't read a word of it, but it's worth it for the pictures alone, and templates are all included, so you can probably figure things out.


The little beads on the edges of things are so wonderful. If you're the sort who, like me, loves to spend a whole afternoon with your workbasket, tinkering with the details of one pretty little thing, I think you'll find much to love here. Hilde sent me the doll and the book (and also some beautiful, mushroom-colored yarn!) for my birthday, and I'm telling you, I just want to dive headfirst into the scraps and beads and start making stuff right now.



In other news, there is crochet in progress, and a new striped pullover, and we've decided that this dog is half cat. She's a catdog. She gets up in the morning only long enough to look for a sunny corner to nap in. She can flatten herself out completely, like a bathmat. She sits with us, but only if she feels like it, and she doesn't particularly care to do what we ask, nor walk on a leash, nor act like she can even tell you're talking to her. She watches birds out the window, flicking her tail. She wakes up from a nap to go to bed, and once she's asleep, picking her up is like lifting a loosely-packed, forty-pound bag of warm flour. I thought she was the one and only catdog out there, until I told my friends my findings and they all said, "Oh, yeah! I had a catdog once. She chased birds, too, and pretended she didn't know me." It's a thing. Catdogs.




Monday, May 18, 2015

I'm doing this instead

I was actually scheduled to spend Saturday marching in a parade while wearing a giant blue owl costume.

The costume has a battery-operated fan in the head, for ventilation. It also comes with a vest full of ice packs and a set of removable wings. You wear big yellow feet, and view your surroundings through a mesh hole in the beak. You wave your wings, blindly hug children you can't really see, and mentally sing I've Got the Power so you can get the dance moves right.
It usually rains.
Your place in the parade lineup is somewhere behind the horses.
All that sounded like fun, and I was ready to go until a week ago when Ethel called and said, "Can you come with me to Martha's Vineyard?"
Umm, let me think...

Yes. Yes, I can.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Carry-All: a soup story

Because I am a hippie and also because I have a child in his second year of architecture school (cha-ching!) we are a one-car family. So I walk everywhere, and I needed something to sling over my back that would be big enough to carry all the usual stuff mom carries in her purse, plus a sweater and a book and an apple and my knitting, but I didn't want it to be so big that it looked like I was running away from home. Anna at Noodlehead designed this bag, which was perfect. Hers is full of very sew-y details and pockets and stuff, but as you know I am an impatient little magpie and just wanted a big enough bag, and I wanted it right now. I made a very simplified version of the larger tote, using a piece of gray corduroy from the crafty thrift store for the exterior, a really pretty but too-small skirt (also thrifted) for the interior, and a belt that came with a pair of pants I no longer have for the strap, which seems extremely thrifty. I made my usual leather loop closure and used a bargain bin button from the stash. It worked great, and everything fit in there. Everything, including... (cue fateful music) dinner.

Here's what all was in the bag: wallet, keys, sunglasses, phone, earbuds for listening to podcasts on phone, gum, apple, little container of almond butter, two interiors magazines belonging to Michelle, two paper patterns for sewing raincoats for dogs belonging to Robin, and a book. Oh, and a quart size zip-top bag full of chicken noodle soup.

I know what you're thinking! Honestly, I completely agree with you. We've all seen the commercials! We know those bags are supposed to be strong! I saw a lady on television fill a zip-top bag with spaghetti and shake it upside down! Friends, listen to me and learn from my mistakes: do not believe everything you see on television. People in my house were dubious about my putting a bag of soup into my purse, but I was in one of those confident hurries where we just needed to mobilize so we could get everyone out of the house in order, and heads were shaking, and people were saying they hoped that zip-top bag of soup wouldn't open up inside my purse, and I was saying, "It's fine, sheesh," and then they were saying, "I smell onions" and "what's that all over your lap?" and "Your purse is full of soup, and not in the way you think it is." Things, nice things, things belonging to other people and loaned to me in good faith, were floating in soup. Inside my purse. My beautiful daughter, visiting from Philadelphia just in the nick of time to witness her mother's latest caper gone wrong, could not stop laughing. She did not say "I told you not to put a bag of soup into your purse" but she surely was thinking it.

So I had to wash it already. A couple times.


Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Hand-crafted hooks and a corsage

You guys are the very best! Your comments the other day were so fierce and righteous and hilarious. Solidarity! Thank you, so much. As always, it is best in the end to find yourself with a funny story.

For my (now infamous) birthday, the doc totally came through.

That's two hand-carved crochet hooks, made from the seasoned wood of our old apple tree, whittled in secret while I was elsewhere, and I can't imagine when he had time to do that. On his lunch break at the University? While I napped? Clever man. Aren't they wonderful? No wonder everybody and their brother wants a piece of him.

His famous mustache is finally back in progress. What a heartthrob.
These beautiful hooks made working on this little flower a great pleasure. I'm going to stitch a pin back to the wrong side and wear it every year on my birthday.
Here's my pattern, in case you want to wear a yarny corsage on your birthday (or any other day) to announce to the world that you are fabulous:
[All crochet terms are US]
Big Fluffy Birthday Flower
Choose two pink yarns and a hook that will make working with it a pleasure. Leaving a long tail at the beginning, use the lighter of the two and Chain 57.
Row 1: Dc in 6th ch from hook (1st V made). *Ch 1, skip next 2 chs, (dc, ch2, dc) in next ch, rep from * across. (18 Vs made).
Row 2: Work (1 hdc, 3 dc, 1hdc) in 1st five V spaces. (5 five-stitch shells made). Work (1hdc, 7dc, 1hdc) in next 6 V spaces. [Mid row, break yarn, join darker pink, continue in row as follows:] Work (1hdc, 11dc, 1 hdc) in last 7 V spaces.
Break yarn and fasten off, leaving a tail for sewing. Thread the beginning tail on a darning needle, and starting at the beginning (light pink) end, start rolling it. Tack it at the bottom edge as you go, and arrange the petals so they are a little bit offset and pretty. When you get to the end, tack like crazy all over the back with both tails to secure. Tie the tail ends together and weave in.
You'll need a couple leaves too:
Ch 11
Working in first chain from hook, sl st, sc, hdc, 5dc, hdc, sc, ch1, sc, hdc, 5dc, hdc, sc, sl st. Break yarn and fasten off. Use the tails to sew the leaves to the back of the flower, then weave them in and secure. Sew a pin to the back.

Thank you, friends. xoxo