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  • Interweave Knits and an Interruption in plans

    The new Interweave Knits arrived on Friday and I have been happily looking at the patterns.  I had taken a brief flip-through at Knitting group Thursday night, but was good this time, and didn't pore over the borrowed copy so that I could anticipate curling up with my own copy.

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    There are three sweaters I love.

    As is often the case with me, the first sweater I loved, is also a sweater about which I had to overcome a long internal dialog.  I don't know why I argue with myself so much about my choices because usually my first instinct is the correct one, and if I follow that muse I am very rarely disappointed.  This is not so much the case when I let my rational mind lead the way; sweaters chosen by the "you should wear this because it will x, y, or z" method are usually abysmal failures.  Knitting (shopping, sewing) from the heart, always seems to work.

    I had to scan the entire page for this sweater because I couldn't decide which view is best.  As usual, the picture can be enlarged by clicking on it.  My doubts about this sweater were the long fitted hips with the faux button placket and wondering if this sweater was a good or thing given my long torso and pear-shaped tendencies.  But in the end that is unimportant.  I actually wear a fair number of similar garments, and the truth of the matter is that I am far less plagued by what I "should" wear, or what other people think than I was younger.  Middle age does have its advantages.

    Anyway, I could immediately see the usefulness of this sweater with jeans and a turtleneck underneath for all those not warm but not cool either Spring and Fall days.  I know, there I go with my turtlenecks again.  It is true.  I could probably be perfectly happy in a climate where I could wear a turtleneck almost every day.

    I am still a little on the fence about whether I will wear this sweater without the turtleneck.  I can see it with a little tank and soft linen pants and espadrilles on cooler summer days.  It is not a sweater for the hot humid days of a New York August, but then, very few sweaters are suited to heat and humidity.  So this one is a go.  The yarn is very fine, fingering or lace-weight.  I might have enough of something in my stash, but probably only a hand-dyed multicolor yarn, and I am not sure this is the look I am going for.  I will need the longest length or perhaps  a little extra so I don't want to skimp too closely.  It is unlikely that I have enough of a suitable yarn in the stash.

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    On the opposite page from Zick Zack is the Parker Cardigan.  This is a much more classic style, more fitted and structured, and I have always had a weakness for structure and tailoring.

    Even though it really shares nothing, style-wise, in common with the first sweater, it is still very much me, and I can easily incorporate this into my wardrobe.  I also love the deep v-neckline.  I do much better with a deeper neckline than is found in many v-neck sweaters and this will be quite good for me.

    The third sweater is actually the only sweater I noticed in that first look-through on Thursday night.  It is a very sweet, pretty wrap sweater with lovely lovely flower-bud like motifs at the cuffs and yoke.  The sweater is by Connie Chinchio and is called Silk Cocoon Cardigan.
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    Now I said I noticed it Thursday night, but didn't really think further about it.  Again this was a problem of my first impression (like this) battling with the mental aspect (too sweet, I'm not sweet).  But then, I'm not really a tough girl either and I love the softness of this sweater and the wrap as well which gives the illusion of a waist.  Here again is a sweater style that works for me, but I was letting myself be distracted by the styling of the sweater in the magazine layout, not the way the sweater would actually work in my wardrobe, on me.

    Hmm, it seems that there is always much to learn and even though I had hoped to have achieved wisdom and maturity by now, I still have a long way to go.

    Anyway, I love the sweater.  I would wear it now if it should suddenly materialize in my closet, but we know that it just isn't going to happen.  But I had a plan.

    Anneliese, Gina, and I were planning on going up to Fabulous Yarns on Sunday, and I noticed from their website that they sell Blue Sky Alpacas' Alpaca Silk.  Now I know I love the yarn, and the opportunity to see the yarn in person before buying, to fondle its softness and see the actual colors rather than making an educated guess seemed like a real treat.  So I planned on buying yarn for this sweater, and indeed I found it, a beautiful deep rosy red with a hint of pink in it called Ruby.  Unfortunately they did not have enough for my size so I was not able to come home with it.  This might be good because I might have abandoned by beautiful blue mohair, which I do also love, and plunged right into yummy silk and alpaca goodness.  It will happen, as they ordered the yarn for me and the store is only a short trip up the road, just north of Bard College.

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    But, as usually happens in a yarn shop I also fell in love with something else.  And this is exactly why the queue gets longer and longer and I find myself, despite all the best intentions, so easily seduced.

    It was the color that caught my eye, a soft grayed-lilac, more gray than it appears in this photo.  The photo at the Fabulous Yarn website is a much truer depiction of the color (Jasmine #1213) and I am in love.  Then of course I had to decide what I might make and how much to buy.  So there I was flipping through magazines and pattern books.

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    Anneliese was looking at French Girl Knits, and I thought it would be perfect for the cardigan called Wrenna, and of course it would be lovely.  So after a bit of quick calculation I picked up the yarn and continued to look around. 

    During the course of our visit we were talking about the Twinkle Soft Chunky yarn and how the colors didn't do anything for any of us, they were all lovely but just a little off what the three of us would wear.  As an aside I am a Summer and my companions probably veer more to the Fall or Spring side of the palette, so we cover a wide choice of yarn colors.

    But then, as I was waiting to check out I noticed a perfectly lovely color of the Twinkle yarn, in a color that I would call dusty rose, which in an odd turn, was actually its name.  It is a soft color, one that I associate for some reason more with a Japanese color sense than with modern American colors and I adore it.  They only had one skein.  And it suddenly occurred to me that the Wrenna cardigan would look lovely in that yarn, and it was written for that yarn.  But I was buying the lilac.  As our conversation meandered on, I learned that the Blue Sky Alpaca Bulky was actually hard to reorder because of a popularity surge after appearing on the cover of the newest Vogue Knitting.  And that made me think that there was perhaps something I wanted to knit from the new Vogue Knitting.  

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    And there it was.

    This sweater wasn't on my list either.  But now I could see it in the soft gray-lilac.  It would go so well over so many things in my closet.  The color and the style were chanting "Make Me! Make Me!" and I went back to see if there was more yarn.  There is barely enough, not quite enough really, I am about half a skein short, but I convinced myself to buy the extra yarn and give it a try.  

    I am still cautious, it might not work. And if it doesn't I can make Wrenna.  Or I can find something else to make.

    But it might work.  I can leave the bobbles off the bottom ribbing if necessary.  I don't want the sleeves quite as long as they are shown and perhaps not quite as wide.  Regardless it might work just because of gauge issues.  My row gauge is almost always off.  I knit long tall stitches and 90 percent of the time I get fewer rows per inch than any pattern calls for.  Fewer rows per inch translates to less yarn.  As I said it might just work.

    I finished the front of the mohair sweater last night.  I want to start the sleeves.  And I want to start knitting the lilac alpaca.
  • Anticipation and Disappointment

    Last weekend we went to a piano recital, part of the annual piano fesitval hosted by the Howland Chamber Music Circle.    I look forward to almost every concert in this series and for the most part the concerts are a joy.  

    I knew the name of the pianist, Frederic Chiu, and I knew he would be playing Chopin.  This was enough for me to be rather excited about the performance.  I did not remember ever having heard him before and I did not do any anticipatory research, preferring, generally, to go into the concert with fresh ears.  Therefore I could not, at first, pinpoint why I felt a tinge of disappointment when Mr. Chiu walked into the hall at the beginning of the performance.  "Oh him" some part of my mind said, although I had no recollection as to why that thought had popped into the active part of my mind.  I quickly squelched any misgivings.

    The opening piece, the Sonata in E Major, Opus 6, by Felix Mendelssohn  was lovely and I had no major complaints with it or with the second piece by Mendelssohn.  However, when we got to the Chopin etudes Opus 25, the Chopin that I had been anticipating for weeks, my attitude cooled even though parts of the performance were breathtaking. Mr. Chiu is a fabulous pianist with fabulous skill and technique and who I would say plays in a rather dramatic, romantic and Lisztian mode.  In the opening etude, the #1, the arpeggios began beautifully, building power and emotion only to become muddied to my ear from overpedalling, and perhaps a little overstated in the emotion, almost bombastic.   This was followed by the #10 and the #11, which were breathtaking.  The dizzying speed and clarity of the playing was just phenomenal and I was truly transported by this second piece, in which Mr. Chiu seemed to capture chilling clarity with tremendously sweeping emotion.  The #4 was also stunning, again played with light-fingered clarity.  Then he lost me completely with the #3 and the #12.  

    As we broke for the intermission I was contemplating these etudes, how I could admire the technique and style while still be unhappy with the performance?  I decided that I like a little more nuance in Chopin.  I think Chiu is occasionally too loud where I prefer a lighter, rippling delicacy which shimmers like light on the surface of the water, hinting at but not revealing all the depths beneath.  There is little nuance.  I think in the grand gestures of his playing, Chiu rolls right over the little inconsistencies in rhythm that bring such poignancy to Chopin. It is the little bumps and glitches in Chopin that bring new depth, at least to my ears, and the blinding arpeggios of Frederic Chiu seem to just crush them.

    Perhaps I am mistaken.  I have played very little Chopin and not for many many years.  I have never studied music.  I could never, in my wildest dreams play as well as Frederic Chiu. These are just my thoughts on my own preferances.  

    It was in the second half of the program that I realized where I had heard the artist before.  He played at Bard during the Liszt Festival.  I was not entranced then either. I recall thinking he was by far technically the best pianist we heard that afternoon, but he was not the one I enjoyed listening to the most.  Oh well.

    I think Liszt suits Chiu's fiery, almost over the top virtuosity better than Chopin.  It is too bad I am not particularly a fan of Liszt, something I had not realized until that in-depth study of Liszt up at Bard a couple of summers ago.  Chiu playing a Liszt transcription of Wagner seemed like the perfect pairing of pianist and music.  Unfortunately I am not particularly a fan of Wagner either. It was beautiful. I was stunned by the performance, but it was an appreciate born of the mind, not of the heart.

    When, in my development, did I switch my loyalties to thoughtful quiet subtlety?  I think in my youth I loved fiery romanticism.  I really want to like Frederic Chiu.  He is fascinating in conversation.  His technique takes my breath away.  But the music he plays does not make my heart sing.

    There may be one exception to that.  As an encore he performed a piece by Prokofiev that had my heart in my throat and nearly brought tears to my eyes.  In the program it was mentioned that he was scheduled to play Prokofiev at Bard in 2010.  That may be a concert worth seeking out.
  • I wish I were…..

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    Going to London to see  Cy Twombly at the Gagosian Gallery.  I would dearly love to see these new works, would love to have a day just to sit and absorb.  The advantage of planning a trip around seeing art is that I would have time to actually SEE the art.  

    It is true, I am one of those people who loves to sit and commune with whatever I am looking at.  Even better is to sit a while, wander away, have a cup of coffee, rest, then come back and commune some more.  I am not one of those people who feels that seeing more items makes the experience more rewarding.  There is only so  much I can absorb in a day, but I would love to take some time to absorb these paintings.  Visiting London wouldn't be so bad either.  I have a friend who is going next week.  Perhaps I can fold myself up into her suitcase.

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    Or going up the Road to Albany to hear Willie and the Wheel play on Sunday.  I haven't seen or heard a new Asleep at the Wheel album since my college days, although listening to my old albums always brings a smile to face and a definite tap to my feet.  A little smiling and tapping, perhaps with a little whooping and hollering sounds good. I am not sure if any of my friends would be interested in hearing Willie Nelson and most of them would say "Asleep at the Wha..?"  G most definitely would not enjoy himself, but he isn't comfortable at most popular music type of venues, so that is not surprising.  

    No I don't think I would be going to Albany this weekend.

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    So it is also probably too much to wish that I could be in NYC for David Byrne's concert at Madison Square Garden.

    The new album has been in pretty heavy rotation on my playlist since it came out last fall and I pretty much know all the songs by heart.  Listening to this album really puts me back in touch with the young girl I once was and reminds me of my college years.  I don't think I will ever outgrow David Byrne.  Luckily he seems to grow and evolve as I grow and evolve and each new project speaks to something that is always there.

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    So I won't be there either, although I would like to be.  I'll just have to put in my earbuds and tune out the world for a while in the safety of my own little piece of the world.

    Once upon a time, not all that long ago, all of these places, all these events would have been well within the realm of possibility.  Sometimes I still miss that freedom to go.  But I recall that sometimes, when we were always going, all I wanted was a chance to just stay.  This is my time to stay for a while.
    There will be other opportunities to go…
    somewhere
    anywhere
    everywhere…..
    even perhaps, nowhere.
  • Trial by microfiber

    I finished the alteration on the microfiber athletic pants G got for Christmas Wednesday.   

    Yeah it was a bit late, and I admit that I was pretty good about finding excuses to avoid the task because it was something I really was not looking forward to. Alterations are not all that much fun anyway and this ended up being far more fiddly and painstaking than I had originally hoped.

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    There were two issues:
    The pants were to long and the waistband was too snug.

    I tackled the waistband first. The pants were constructed with a front zippered fly with a button closure and a sewn on waistband with elastic that was stitched in place.

    I originally thought I could just open up the inside of the waistband seam, take out the elastic and put in a slightly bigger piece of elastic.  It was still a fair amount of work because the elastic was stitched in place.  

    But the thin tight microfiber and the tiny black stitches were difficult to remove.  It took me several days to do this because my eyes would just get so tired, and it was difficult to do without cutting or tearing the fabric.  The stitches were well locked in place, I could not cut a stitch and rip, but rather had to cut each and every stitch.  Bummer.

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    Once I had the waistband apart I quickly realized that, although there was more than enough room in the pants themselves, the waistband was going to be too small and I needed extra length.  Luckily I also had to shorten the pants enough that I would have extra fabric to use for the waistband.  The original waistband was in one piece from front tab to front tab and the only way I could see to get a relatively unnoticeable seam would be to put a seam at one side seam and insert a new piece in one half of the side seam to the front tab.  I was quite fortunate that the width of the pant leg accommodated that fix.   

    This meant that I had to spend quite a few more hours detaching the waist band completely from the pants.  After this was accomplished I cut the original waistband a bit, attached the new piece from the leg, placing the new seam at the right side seam and then reattached the waist to the pants with new elastic.  

    It sounds simple enough but I found working with this fabric difficult.  It seems that my sewing skills really are a bit rusty.  And I was really hoping to ease my way slowly back into sewing.  

    In the end I think I did it quite well and am in fact rather tickled with myself.  Looking at the front of the pants, I don't think you can tell that the waistband has been removed and reattached, nor do I think the seam at the right side is really noticeable.  And I am really thrilled beyond belief at how evenly I managed to do the final top stitching at the edge where the waistband meets the pants. It is such a simple thing for me to be so excited, but I am usually far too impatient with this and even if the outside looks even, the inside edge of the waistband wobbles all over the place.

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    As a reward to myself, last night I stitched up a little scarf from a small piece of burnout velvet that has been sitting in my stash for I don't know how many years.  Pathetic isn't it that something that took only about 10 minutes of sewing would wait for years?  No excuse to let that happen again.  If I can fix those pants that nicely I think it is about time I let myself sew for myself again.
  • New! New! New!

    Today's mail was rich with goodies.  I got three sets of fabric samples, only one expected.  They were fun to look through but nothing caught my eye except the expected fabric which was exactly as I imagined.

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    And I got spring knitting patterns.  That warranted a sit-down with cat and coffee.  Sam did the honors today.  Tori is queen of the cutting table.

    On the far left is the Tahki spring book.  I actually don't always get this book, but I really like the little cap sleeved sweater on the cover with the cabled neckline and cables at the sleeve hems.  4 1/2 stitches/inch in garter stitch in cotton may be a little heavy for true summertime wear, but this might also prove useful as a Spring/Fall vest.

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    Otherwise the patterns were okay, but little caught my attention.  I do really like this little cardigan and it is loosely enough knit to be comfortable.   There is also a nice little tank top (shown below).  
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    Both of these patterns appeal but aren't really screaming to be made.  Perhaps my attitude will change when Spring makes a more permanent entrance.

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    The Stacy Charles Collezione book (middle in the top photo) was purchased soley because I knew it had the pattern for the little wrapped vest, shown here.

    I love this sweater.  I really want to make it.  I don't know anything about the specified yarn, Nepal, except that it is cotton. It does not seem to be up on Ravelry.   But I need to make this little sweater.  I am imagining it in charcoal but I hope that is not because it shown here in charcoal.  I can already imagine it with specific garments that already exist in my wardrobe and also that exist in my mind's wardrobe,  that wardrobe that I am determined to start making soon.

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    Lucky me, there is also one other pattern I really like in this book.  This cardigan is knitted in Siam, a worsted weight, wool, rayon and silk blend.  This is not a new yarn so I have more information at hand.  I would suppose the yarn will be drapey with a bit of sheen and a little bit of recovery from the wool.  I know I don't want this sweater in gray, so I will have to see what I have in the stash that may be appropriate or what is available.  This sweater is second to the little wrap vest though on my list.

    I purchased  the third book, the Filatura di Crosa book, for the sweater on the cover even though it is a simple knitted tee.  Filatura's shaping used to be excellent even though their instructions were rudimentary at best.  That was when I got the Italian magazine.  Since Tahki is the US distributor the patterns and shaping have been different.  Filatura used to publish a separate Italian edition but I don't know if that is still the case or not.

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    There are two other sweaters in this book that appeal to me right now. and a few others which are lovely, but aren't demanding as much of my attention.

    I love this little cardigan with its tie at the waist and the way the neckline dips in a bit of a u showing just a bit of the collarbones.  

    I have some Brilla in the stash which might be perfect for this sweater or the other Brilla sweater in this book, shown below, which I am just dying to make this spring.

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    This boat neck sweater, along with the little wrapped vest above, are the first sweaters that really have me thinking spring knitting.  Otherwise my knitting is still definitely leaning to warm and fuzzy things to wear on cold and windy days. 

    If the in-house Brilla works for either of these sweaters (and I can find appropriate trim yarn for the jacket) one of these sweaters might be appearing on my needles very soon.

    But in the meantime, back to my mohair. 
  • The almond butter made me do it

    It seems that I have always been a person subject to whims and occasional flights of fancy.  I try to attack life in measured form, to adhere to a schedule and a plan, but my true nature is to lose myself in whatever I am doing, the rest of the world be damned and occasionally this tendency gets the better of me.  I may merely be lost in a book, head somewhere lost in the words and imaginary worlds, oblivious to the fact that other people count on me for dinner.  I might be lost in the rhythm of writing something, in the throws of some creative activity or out in the yard lost in the labors of paint and planting and building.  Or I might even be cleaning, although I am generally not a particularly obsessive housekeeper.

    It was the cleaning that got me.  

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    I had such plans.  There were merely a few small chores remaining:  clean the stove vent, clean under the refrigerator, straighten up the lower shelf in the pantry closet, the one which is at knee height from the floor and which I am least likely to keep in order.  Another hour perhaps and I would have the afternoon free to play.

    We have these pantry closets that came with the house.  They are not that unusual but I hate them.  They are too wide and way too deep, about 30 inches front to back, and if you fill them up then you can't find anything.  I love to dream about how, in my dream kitchen, I would replace these closets with something more efficient and useable because I really like to be able to see everything. And I have a lot of stuff, although it mostly does get used.

    So I pulled out the stool and sat down to clean out that low shelf.  There were some bags of partially used nuts rolled up with rubber bands.  A few things that were still in bags that needed to be put in the plastic containers I usually store them in (we have had mice in the past, not unusual in the woods, but haven't seen any for a long time).  There was a box of almonds that had gone stale.  I bought more almonds, and had used them, but never gotten down and disposed of the old ones.  Way at the back was jar of almond butter which I had completely forgotten about.

    G used to eat almond butter on Rye Wasa as an afternoon snack in the office.  We closed the office two years ago.  I must have bought this jar before that because it had never been opened.  G hasn't eaten a Wasa, or any almond butter, since he retired.  So I was sitting there thinking about what I could do with almond butter and wondering if I should just get rid of it, when I decided to Google it.

    I found a recipe for a kind of flourless blondie made with almond butter.  I realized I had all the ingredients in the house and I decided that I needed to make them.  I had to move the stool to the other pantry closet to reach up to the top shelf (about 7 feet up) to get the box of baking chocolate and pull out a bag of semi-sweet morsels.  There is a reason that I keep that box out of easy reach.  After that, and while the almond brownies were baking I decided that I needed to clean out the pantry closets.  

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    And that was the end of my plans for the day.

    Before the brownies were out of the oven I had everything out of the pantry closets and covering every surface in my kitchen, including the floor in places.  While the brownies cooled a bit so that I could cut them I washed all the shelves.

    The brownie-blondies wee good.  We sat and ate a small plate, G reading the papers, me plotting and planning how I would put things back on the shelves and googling a few other things I found lurking in the back corners.

    Then I spent the rest of the day, pretty much right up until bedtime, putting everything back.  There was some purging and reorganizing a little bit of list-making involved as well.  I managed to get dinner made amidst the chaos, and even though G usually does the dinner dishes, I chased him out of the kitchen as there was just too much going on.  I think he was rather grateful.

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    And I did get everything done.  Although there were some containers that needed to be washed and repurposed.  Some of that had to wait until yesterday morning, after the dishwasher ran.  But I am happy with the pantry.  And it had been a long time since I had thoroughly cleaned everything out.  But of course that is really just an excuse to justify myself.  I really just wanted to create a mess and then clean it up.  I was in whirlwind mode.  And even though it was exhausting I was in my element.  

    There was also some snacking on brownies to keep my energy up.  In fact I know perfectly well that I will be the primary consumer of the brownies, one of the reasons the baking chocolate is way up high, and the rest of the flours and baking supplies, are way down low, on one of those knee-high shelves, so that they are not the easiest things to get at in the kitchen.  The only way I can really limit my sweet tooth is to just not make sweet, pastry-like things.  If they are there I will eat them.

    G is not really all that attracted to baked goods.  He enjoyed the brownies.  He might eat another one or two, but they would spoil before he finished them.   Not that he doesn't have his own snacking weaknesses.  The man goes through 4 to 5 pounds of Hershey's nuggets a week, and no, buying better chocolate doesn't work.  He eats just as much, or almost as much,  but we spend 3 times more, and I am tempted to eat the good chocloate as well.  I am really not attracted to Hershey's nuggets.  

    Of course I get most of the brownies to myself.  But hopefully I won't make a habit of that.
  • A Nerd Let Loose in the Closet

    Ever since Linda over at the Thoughtful Dresser, and Phyllis at The Sewing Divas posted about Touch Closet, I have been obsessed.  I have been trying to work out a useful way to catalog the closet and store pictures of outfits and this was perfect.  I downloaded it immediately after reading Linda's post.

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    Frivolous, I know, but I am such an obsessive nerd, and I tend to think of everything in outfits, even everyday things like jeans.  In my head there is this conversation that runs something like "this top goes with those jeans but not with these, but if I want to wear these jeans, which tops do I like?"  I buy fabric in outfits too, even when I buy online, I am thinking that some piece or another is perfect to go with some other mythical outfit that is floating around in my head.

    So I have been spending my time photographing garments, and fiddling with Photoshop and learning to do new things, and uploading garments to my new "closet" and making outfits.  So much fun. 

    Now that I have gotten started, and worked out a few details, this will hopefully not eat up so much of my time.  I have two alteration projects to finish for G and then my sewing time is mine again to use or fritter away at will.
  • Mohair Delight

    I finished the back of my next sweater Monday night.

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    Ribbed Yoke Pullover from CEY Autumn Book 1.
    La Gran Mohair in this beautiful deep blue.

    The back is actually knit only from the bottom up to about an inch and a half past the beginning of the armhole shaping.  It is on a holder now, waiting for the front and the sleeves.  I don't have the right size circular needles for the combined pieces at the neck so they are on order.  I am fairly confident that they will arrive before I get the next three pieces finished, especially since I got all wrapped up in other things and did no knitting last night.

    I plan on casting on for the front tonight.  I am actually looking forward to wearing this, and the more I knit the more eager I am to finish. I love knitting mohair, I love wearing mohair.  Did I ever tell you that my very first sweater was a mohair cardigan?  I still have it.  It was a crazy first project, but I can tell you honestly that knitting wool and even cotton seemed terribly easy after that.

  • New Additions

    It seems I have been absent, although not intentionally. 

     

    I shall cheat you out of my my meandering musings by sharing photos of the new members of our family:

     

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    I suppose as the kitties become more a part of the family and worm their way into the besotted affections of their mother there will be more kitty photos.

     

    ** I must edit this to add that after I wrote this all to brief post I turned around to find two kitties, side by side on a hand-knit cashmere sweater.  I was not worried for my sweater.  I was happy to see the cats, brother and sister who have been close all their lives, settling down after the snipping, hissing, and spitting that has been the bulk of their interactions in this their new home.  Unfortunately a photo is not forthcoming.  It is the way of cats that they interpret the view of Mom leaning down with a camera to mean, "come over here and let me pet you" rather than "stay there and let me take a cute photo".

     

    Adieu good friends.
  • Another Pair of Boot Liners

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    Very simple, fairly boring knitting.  But just up my alley some days, and oh so necessary.

    The boots and the boot warmers are getting heavy use this year.

    I have started swatching for another sweater.  It took a couple of rounds of swatches but it looks like I am set now.  

    For a crazy bit I was possessed with a bit of madness, scanning in the pattern editing it with my changes, and then turning the whole thing into a new PDF, but then gave up.  The OCR was having fits with this particular pattern and I decided that I would much rather spend the time knitting.

    Progress soon.