I’ve been reading updates from Sock Summit for days. That looked like a lot of fun. Perhaps if there is a next time, I’ll plan on being there! I finally buckled and created a Twitter account to follow what people are saying about that, among other things. You can see the Twittery stuff on the right hand side of this page. How interesting (well, I guess it depends on the topic. How do you like knitting? That is all I can talk about lately.)
I never thought THAT would happen.
At the moment, I’m getting back into the “getting ready for school” haze of terrible tasks to be completed. Errands and doctors appointments and shopping punctuated by tears and fights and kid-sized stress. It makes me want to cast on a dozen new projects like
Veronik Avery’s Warm Shawl. Looks soothing…
and there are always socks. Twin Oaks by Kate Gilbert. wow.
One I already have on the go, and eager to finish: Viking Socks by Lykkefanten. If I could get the children to stop shrieking at me (and each other) long enough to count and follow the pattern, I could get these fantastic socks on my feet where they belong.
Wish me luck!
We are back and in action around here. School is in, and I love me the sound of a school bus in the morning! We vacationed in the Rockies, visiting friends, playing in the snow, and skiing. It was truly wonderful. And it looked like this:
The knitting looked like this:
So, remember way back then?
I finished the autumn colorway socks for my daughter.
She has been the picture of patience.
I cast on for these in September.
I am ashamed.
I also took some crimson sock yarn with me to start a Multnomah. It didn’t turn out well for me, so I frogged and started a Winter Flame. It went wonky also, so I decided to let the yarn be something completely different. It wanted to be a tiny sweater all along. Who knew?
This pattern is Maile. I still love both of the above mentioned patterns, and I will try them later with a different yarn. This one? This yarn was stubborn, but it turned out pretty cute, so you can’t stay mad, right? Still have to get the right buttons and sew those on, but I feel it’s not a bad sweater for the first try for a sweater. I was expecting much, much worse.
Last thing. I found my hands so cold indoors in Utah (-4 degrees F plus windchill outside, darn right it’s cold for this Georgia girl). I bought some Berroco Vintage in a dusky lilac color and turned it into something for myself.
So, I finally swatched the ‘carnival’ colorway, much to my satisfaction and delight. While, not perfect, it’s really quite interesting. I’m using Anne Hanson‘s Holidazed pattern, and despite a bit of a disappointing shift after the cuff, the colors are sticking pretty much to their own columns. Sometimes I really like pooling.
My youngest daughter has been clamoring for a pair of socks from this yarn since the moment I dyed it. I told her that I was going to switch the name of the yarn to Clown Barf, and she almost changed her mind. Almost.
It’s been a challenge, getting through this early fall. There has been the gearing up for halloween, the first school term ending, plus endless baseball, soccer, and gymnastics. I’ve managed to knit most of a sock for the mystery sock from Through the Loops. It looks pretty good, if I do say so myself.
There has been yarn of other kinds, also, as in more hand painted sock yarn. Click on any picture to enlarge and enjoy the yarny goodness therein.
The first was a request from my elder daughter, very much a patriot, and she calls it ‘independence’.
My younger daughter wanted something that looks like bubblegum, and I combined some bright pink with a medium magenta. We’ll call this one ‘hubba bubba’. I’m sure you all have memories like mine from waaaaaay back filled with those particular giant pink, fruity bubbles.
Finally, for me, there is this beauty. I’m from Georgia. I’ve always been a BULLDOG. Now here’s ‘Go DAWGS!’ for everyone’s enjoyment, particularly mine.
The oatmeal, milk, and honey cold process soap turned out beautifully. I have extremely sensitive, dry skin, so I’ve taken to making soap using the cold process method. This allows me to choose how much excess fats and oils remain in the bar of soap. This kind of soap is a natural wonder, with thick, rich lather, just enough scent to be quite pleasant, and this batch has oat particles to provide gentle exfoliation. My skin has never been happier, and I’m sending a bunch of this hand made soap to my friends and relatives. I will definitely keep making more in the future.
Some leaves and pumpkins were made with cinnamon instead of oatmeal, just for fun. They smell incredible.
Our family had a busy weekend filled with general mayhem, and I’d love to tell you a little about it.
We camped. We fished.
We had quality time together. It looked like this:
There was no campfire, as there has been no rain for well over a month. We played and talked by lantern-light, and it was still wonderful. There was an attempt made to knit socks by headlamp (yes, like the miners used to wear), but after the 47th dive bomb into my eye by an errant moth, it was put aside.
Yesterday was devoted partially to my husband, who had the day off, and partly to this yarn:
The picture is a bit washed-out, due to the over abundance of sunshine today. However, you can (hopefully) see that I chose to dye some worsted weight wool in chestnuts, deeper browns, and brown-black. I’ve called it Pine Bark, to help me keep it in mind for later. It looks promising, being knitted up into a manly sort of hat for that previously mentioned incredible man I married.
I dyed more chestnut worsted for a project that I wish to start soon. I’m hoping to make the Hemlock Ring blanket by Jared Flood. It looks like a lovely knit for cooler weather.
I’ve been making cold process soap today -more about that later- but I wanted to leave off by saying that there was finally rain yesterday. We had a full day of storms. Squeaker loves it when the windows magically open. I took this picture with my Hipstamatic app for my iPhone. Takes you back to those interestingly colored photos of the good old days, doesn’t it?
No time to write, having spent all day on chores, errands, schoolwork, and baseball, but there has been progress.
Boy 2 modeled his beloved mitten for a photograph.
I had to pry said mitten (note that at this time there is only ONE) off of said boy at the bus stop this morning. He was fully prepared to commit to a full day of one-mitten-dom in 98 degree heat. That, too, is love.
New to both the world of knitting, and the world of blogging, I have decided to jump right in with my works in progress. I have started making small things for my family, and snatching up beautiful yarn at every possible moment. Do you see a problem developing here?
This is a freshly wound ball of soon-to-be mittens. My 9 year-old son picked this yarn to be his very own, and, while I think he will lose said mittens in the blink of an eye, I will happily craft them for him anyway. That is love.
Speaking of love:
Socks that Rock My Blue Heaven. Mine! I’m flying through these with a plain sock pattern, just because I love the color so much that I must see it knit up. I’m also going to get new shoes to showcase them. Really.