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  • Clean-UP

    17 skirts
    20 pairs of pants
    90 tees and knit tops in various configurations

    untold jackets, blouses, scarves etc.

    166 clothes hangars, padded, skirt hangars, jacket hangars all lost.

    We had a fire in my clothing closet.  The multi-plug that ran DH’s bedroom stereo burnt.  Melted plastic, burnt carpeting, singed closet dividers.  One singed skirt..

    Apparently wool does not burn well.  Wool carpeting and wool skirts helped damp the fire.  We are very lucky.

    My hangars were mostly the kind coated in plastic or fabric and all need to be replaced as the plastic is impregnated with the acrid smell of burning plastic and airplane glue.  DH had the good wooden hangars.  Now I will too.

    Actually the numbers are kind of embarrassing.  Although not the number of skirts, I think I am short of skirts, especially since some of those are only appropriate a few times a year. 

    I haven’t begun to count  the pieces of fabric that need to be cleaned.  I suppose I will be counting them as they come back and have to be put back in the closet.  Aack!

    I haven’t even begun the search for new carpeting and shades.  I suppose that is next on the list.

    Sweaters and shoes are OK, they were in a different closet in a different room.  I consider myself very lucky for not having put away the laundry at the time of the fire.  The laundry room is on the opposite side of the house.

  • Smoke

    Life has been rather involved lately and fiber time has been at a premium.  Luckily I have the sock to keep my fingers calm and there have been moments each day devoted to the simple pleasure of knitting simple socks.

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    One of life’s interventions came in the form of an electrical fire in my clothing closet last weekend.  Luckily it was a small thing, the breaker tripped and the fire put itself out before we came home (we were in NYC at the symphony).  All that we found upon our return was a dead circuit and the smell of burnt plastic/electrical wiring in the master bedroom.   Now the reclamation process begins.  There was very little that was actually burnt, but everything:  my clothes, fabric, yarn, and some roving, smell strongly of burnt plastic.  Everything has to come out to be cleaned or replaced.

    The cleaners, who specialize in smoke damage and other damaged textiles, tell me they cannot clean the yarn  or the rovings however and the insurance company has told me to compile a list of all the yarns in the room so that they can reimburse me for the same.  There was not that much yarn, three 18 x 11 x 6 inch boxes, the contents of one of which is shown above.  I really think that I can probably unwind the yarn and put it in skeins then wash it and rewind it, although there is enough yarn that is going to be a tedious and time-consuming process.    G is not convinced that it is worth the effort, but I am a little sad that one of the projects in the closet was this yarn from Anny Blatt:

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    Which was meant for this sweater from 2005, which I had just moved back up to the front of the queue.

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    My small stash of rovings were also stored in that closet and even though I really have not spent much time practicing my spinning, I am very sad at the prospect of losing them.  The reimbursement is not really the issue, there is not that much money invested in the rovings, certainly under $100, but I still find myself very sad as I really love the colors and the potential they offer.

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    I suppose that if the smell can be removed by washing, the process of felting, with agitation, hot water and soap would take care of it.  So I might try felting a small piece of something, perhaps a scarf, to see how it turns out.

    But I am not sure if I can wash the rovings and still use them for spinning or how I would go about this.  I am told I would need to use fairly warm water and a plenty of soap, that water alone will not remove that burnt plastic smell.

    If anyone has any knowledge or suggestions, please let me know.  I suppose I will also inquire at NYS Sheep and Wool next weekend, but at the moment I just feel sad.  I might buy a tiny bit of roving, but I don’t see me getting much time to try spinning in the immediate future, and I have plenty of roving to deal with in the meantime.

    Still, we are very lucky.  And I am grateful.  But I will be very happy if life would go intervene in someone else’s plans for a while.

  • Perhaps I need to get a life

    I was browsing around the web, exploring blog links from people whose blogs I read regularly, and I found this unread book meme at Pea Soup.

    Apparently I am to compare my reading habits to a list of books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users.  These are the top 106 "unread" books.  I have read, and loved, a surprisingly large number of them.   

    The books I’ve read are marked in bold.

    The books I started but couldn’t/didn’t finish are in italics, surprising few of the books on this particular list.

    The books I read but couldn’t stand have a strike through.

    Those I’ve read more than once have an asterisk*.

    I did not mark the ones that are on my "to be read list" as it could be all or none of the remaining books, or some of the books already read, depending on the day, the weather, my mood etc.

    Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
    Anna Karenina
    Crime and punishment*
    Catch-22
    One hundred years of solitude*
    Wuthering Heights

    The Silmarillion
    Life of Pi
    The name of the rose*
    Don Quixote*
    Moby Dick
    Ulysses

    Madame Bovary
    The Odyssey* (read in multiple translations)
    Pride and Prejudice*
    Jane Eyre

    A Tale of Two Cities*
    The Brothers Karamazov*
    Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
    War and Peace
    Vanity Fair

    The Time Traveller’s Wife
    The Iliad* (I own 3 or 4 translations and have read all of them)

    Emma
    The Blind Assassin
    The Kite Runner
    Mrs Dalloway
    Great Expectations
    American Gods
    A heartbreaking work of staggering genius
    Atlas shrugged
    Reading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books
    Memoirs of a Geisha
    Middlesex

    Quicksilver
    Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
    The Canterbury tales* (in both Middle English and a modern translation, multiple times each)
    The Historian : a novel
    A portrait of the artist as a young man
    Love in the time of cholera*
    Brave New World*
    The Fountainhead
    Foucault’s pendulum
    Middlemarch
    Frankenstein
    The Count of Monte Cristo*
    Dracula
    A clockwork orange

    Anansi boys
    The once and future king
    The grapes of wrath
    The Poisonwood Bible
    1984

    Angels & demons
    The inferno*
    The Satanic Verses
    Sense and Sensibility
    The picture of Dorian Gray

    Mansfield Park
    One flew over the cuckoo’s nest

    To the lighthouse
    Tess of the D’Urbervilles*
    Oliver Twist
    Gulliver’s travels*

    Les misérables*
    The corrections
    The amazing adventures of Kavalier and Clay
    The curious incident of the dog in the night-time
    Dune*
    The prince*
    The sound and the fury*

    Angela’s ashes
    The god of small things

    A people’s history of the United States : 1492-present
    Cryptonomicon
    Neverwhere
    A confederacy of dunces
    A short history of nearly everything
    Dubliners
    The unbearable lightness of being
    Beloved*
    Slaughterhouse-five*

    The Scarlet Letter*
    Eats, Shoots & Leaves
    The Mists of Avalon

    Oryx and Crake
    Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed

    Cloud Atlas
    The Confusion
    Lolita
    Persuasion
    Northanger Abbey

    The Catcher in the Rye
    On the Road
    The Hunchback of Notre Dame
    Freakonomics : a Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything

    Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance*
    The Aeneid*
    Watership Down*

    Gravity’s Rainbow
    The Hobbit*
    In cold blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
    White teeth
    Treasure Island
    David Copperfield
    The Three Musketeers

    I think I am amazed at the quality of books that people are not reading.  There were only a couple in that list that I either couldn’t read, or couldn’t stand once I did read them, and I have read well over 3/4 of them.

  • moving into fall

    I have managed to unpack all the fabric I purchased in San Francisco and integrate it into my fabric collection.  At the same time I managed to move the summer fabrics out of the active stash and back into the collection, keeping some of the new fabrics, as well as some old friends, for more imminent projects.

    One of the projects that has remained in my mind revolves around the green challis skirt made last year and reconfigured this year.    I still have the wool which was intended to be a coordinating jacket:

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    I believe the new silk band on the skirt really makes the reds in this skirt pop and the combination works even better with the jacket fabric now than it did before.  I am really looking forward to making up this fabric this season.

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    This second photo is the silk that I had put aside for the lining of the jacket.  You see that it also picks up colors in the skirt, but does not quite coordinate with the silk band on the skirt.  I may still use it as a lining, or I may put it aside.  I need to do a little playing around with fabrics and styles yet before I make a final determination on this. 

    I do know that I want more of the silk charmeuse that I used on the skirt, and that I do not have enough.  I sent a swatch off to Britex last week and just received a call, after I started writing this post, that they do indeed still have that silk in stock and will be sending me some more.  I am thinking of using the silk to make a coordinating blouse to wear with the skirt, or even perhaps to use the silk as a part of the jacket as well, tying all the pieces together. 

    Once I had the skirt and jacket fabric together and started thinking further about using the silk, I immediately recalled this Marfy jacket:
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    At the moment I am thinking of using the tweed for the jacket with the silk charmeuse for the trim.  I don’t know if I will add an additional trim or not.  I had originally planned to make a longer jacket with the fabric and if I do not, I may have enough extra to make a simple pencil skirt as well.

    AT first I wondered if this jacket would be a little too precious with this skirt, but I am inclining more and more toward going ahead every day.  I will have to make a muslin first, which will help me also check out the proportions and styles to see how they go together. 

    Strangely enough I must have had wines and pinks on the brain because a fair number of the fabrics I purchased at Stone Mountain and Daughter also coordinate with the rose tones in the green skirt:

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    and I seem to have developed an entire rose/wine/plum/green collection for fall.

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    Most of the fabrics are fairly light-to-mid weight; cottons, rayons, and very light weight wools.  I am still anticipating that it will be a while before I will need to break out the heavy duty woolens.

    In that vein I also put together a collection centered on blues, grays, and blue-teals.  This one is basically inspired by several Japanese cottons and then evolved from there:

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    As you see, there is plenty to keep me busy. 

    And I still have knits on the cutting table that I did not finish this summer.  They are mostly long-sleeved tops so they still have plenty of wear opportunities this year.  So it is probably time to stop fondling the fabric and start cutting and sewing.

  • Book Review: Inspired Fair Isle Knits

    Some of my knitting time over the weekend was occupied by poring over a new book:
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    Since I love Fiona Ellis’s Inspired Cable Knits I pre-ordered the new Fair Isle book from Amazon and it arrived sometime near the end of last week. Since that time I have spent some time looking at the book and thought I would attempt a more thorough review.

    Fiona Ellis seems to have successfully worked out a style combining traditional elements in sweaters that have strong traditional roots, but are not limited by traditional constraints or styles and which are also quite modern and fit into modern lifestyles   This book appealed because I love Fair Isle knitting and have several books on the subject, but find that it does not, for the most part fit into my lifestyle.    About one traditional stranded fair isle sweater is all I need and it would not see heavy wear.  I think the author has been successful in using fair isle techniques and patterning in sweaters that are not, for the most part fair isle sweaters.

    If you are looking for a book on traditional fair isle knitting, this would not be the book for you.  Hopefully one would glean this from the title.  This does not mean the book is devoid of useful information.  There is a good information section in the front of the book which covers techniques, terms, and assembly of the sweaters.  There is certainly enough information here to get most knitters through the construction of any sweater in this book even if they have no experience with fair isle or stranded knitting.  There is a good glossary of terms and even a needle size conversion chart.  In the back of the book is a list of all the yarns used along with a photo of each project which makes it easier to find the desired information.  Almost everything you would need for finding the materials for a project and substituting yarns if desired can be found in the book.  I would prefer it if WPI information had been included with the yarns as well, as I find that this is quite helpful for successful substitution, but actually this information is included in few knitting books.   There is also a good list of yarn sources.

    The patterns seem to be well written.  The sizes are given, the diagrams also include measurements, there is a thorough list of yarns and equipment needed for each project.  Ms. Ellis also highlights any specific techniques that might be needed in constructing each garment and refers the reader back to specific information in the introductory section that might be helpful.  The instructions seem to be clear and thorough although I have not yet followed the directions to knit any sweater in this book.

    Truthfully, I don’t usually look at how well the patterns are written when I buy a book.  I am all for style or good detailed information on technique.  I tend to figure that I can figure out how to do anything else, and I have always knitted with this attitude, even when I was a fledgling knitter.  That does not mean that I haven’t thrown sweaters at the wall and walked away for long periods of time.  But although I have not looked the actual writing of the patterns in the past, I recognize that this is something to which I should pay more attention, especially if I am going to make some attempt at recommending books.

    While I am still on general opinions of the book, I do have a few quibbles.  First of all the editing is not always great.  Occasionally words are missing from sentences, although not that I have discerned, in any sections explaining a specific technique.  Some of the pictures are styled more like fashion shots, were taken in motion, and either do not show enough detail of the sweater itself or are somewhat blurry.  Fashion photography has its place, and some of the photos are beautiful, but I want to see a good photo that shows the shape and fit of a garment that I am about to knit.  When photographing knitting that has fine detailed pattern work like Fair Isle, I want to see the detail of the pattern and blurred photos do not aid in this process.

    Another complaint I have is about sizing, although to be completely fair this is not unique to this book, and this book is better than many.  It lists the finished chest sizes of each garment at the beginning of each pattern, and the diagrams all have measurements as well.  This seems like it would be obvious, but I am surprised at how many knitting patterns do not give this information.    However the sizes seem inconsistent, especially when paired with other visual clues concerning the sweaters.

    For example, lets look at the first two sweaters.  This sweater is knit in DK weight cotton.  The XS is given as 35" finished chest and the S as 39".  Obviously from the photo it is not a close fitting sweater, although it is hard to see the exact details of the fit from the model’s pose. Still, the sweater looks loose but not tremendously over-sized.

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    The second sweater is in a worsted weight wool.  It is not written for an extra-small, but the small measures 34 1/2 inches at the chest, about the same size as the XS in the first sweater.   So I would assume that this sweater is meant to be more closely fitted than the first.  But the photo of the sweater seems to indicate otherwise.  In fact it looks too big for the model:

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    There is no indication of what size sweaters the models are wearing, or indeed of how the sweaters relate to the body size they are written for.   It seems to me that it would be easy enough to publish a fitting chart listing the actual body sizes that a designer is writing for, something like you find any mail order catalog and in sewing patterns.  If a designer gave us actual body measurements, for example a size XS is designed to fit a person with a 32" chest, S is a 34" chest and so forth, and then gave the finished dimensions of each sweater,  it would be much easier to decide which sweater to knit.  I might not knit the sweater that corresponds to my chest measurement if I want more or less ease than the designer, but at least I would have a better indication of what the designer intended.  This book is so thorough in so many ways, it seems a shame to me that such a little detail as this was omitted.

    Of course knowing what the designer intended still doesn’t tell us what size sweater is shown on what size model.  And I can understand that the models might not want a caption saying "X has a 32 inch chest and is modeling a size L", but I do think that knitwear designers need to think about how they present and label the photographs of their designs to provide as much information as possible to their audience.   I of course tend to assume that most models exist within the range of standard model proportions, namely tall and small, but this is not always the case because all models are not runway fashion models.

    But on to the fun stuff.  You know that I buy a book like this for the patterns.  I am a sucker for new patterns, for colors, for designs that make me think differently or inspire me to try new things even if I don’t knit the actual patterns in the book.  There are several sweaters here I would knit.

    First of all, I love the first sweater, the cotton raglan with the fair isle sleeves shown above.  I would definitely wear that in spring, fall and on cool summer days (it is not appropriate for mid August humidity in the Hudson Valley).

    I also love this cardigan, although the main photo does not do it justice:
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    Granted I am biased because I also love the colorway shown, but I also love the shaping and the detail, I love the way the patterning is used for a simple front band.  I love the pleated sleeves.

    I also love this little top:
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    This top is shaped and apparently meant to be a bit more fitted given the measurements (XS = 32") which is appropriate for a little summer top.  This is the kind of thing I live in during the summer months, again except for those days of 90% humidity when nothing is appropriate.  I love the feminine details which enhance with overwhelming the style. I like the combination of colorwork and lace as well as the touch of Berroco’s Mirror FX in the pattern detail. 

    I like the touch of pattern work in this sweater:

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    This is really just a lovely soft sweater without the fair isle detail and I love the nice wide neckline.  I might be tempted to leave the pattern work off, but I think that in the end I would like the sweater better with than without.  First of all the color detail adds a little interest.  Secondly notice how the color work is placed at the shoulder line.  The stranded nature of the fair isle patterning will provide a firmer fabric at the shoulder which will help add structure and support to the garment.  This hides having to have an ugly firm seam and it provides shape to what would otherwise be a rather floppy sweater.  The same thing is true at the sleeves.  The fair isle band will help hold the sleeves in place, allowing the lace to flare out from a fairly firm wrist.  Without the fair isle I would think that this sleeve would just stretch and get in the way of everything.

    Then I love this much more traditionally shaped sweater:
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    Doesn’t it just look like a wonderfully comfy weekend sweater? It makes me want to take a walk on an Autumn day, kicking the fallen leaves in my path. I can see it as shown, straight through the body and mid-hip length (on me) or altered to have a little flare toward the hips and cut a little longer as well.

    There are a few other things that inspire me as well.  I like the scarf shown on the cover, although at 9 inches in width it would never be my everyday tuck into a coat scarf.  Still there are times when a big warm dramatic scarf is just the perfect thing, and I love the i-cord fringe at the bottom as well.

    There are also several men’s sweaters that intrigue me and which I might adapt partially to sweaters for myself.  I wouldn’t make them as they are written, and the men in my life don’t wear sweaters so I am really no judge of men’s sweaters, but they do inspire me, and I am a big fan of books that make me thing of sweater design in new ways. 

    I am also interested in the IDEA of this sweater:
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    As you can tell, you can’t really tell much about the sweater from the photo.  A better idea is available from the diagrams, it is a pretty traditionally shaped, straight raglan with a hood.  I realize that I am mostly attracted by the artful photography and the colors, and that often, falling in love with a pattern based on such sketchy details is  recipe for disappointment, but it haunts me nonetheless.  It certainly gives me a foundation from which to work so something is bound to come of it eventually.

    As a last note, I love this sweater, although I have absolutely no one to knit it for:
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    How could I not?  My favorite colors.  The perfect amount of detail.  Unfortunately there are no little girls.  Maybe someday.
     

  • Random mutterings in which our writer displays her ignorance

    Sunday was the last concert of the South Mountain Chamber Music Series for this year.  It went so quickly, already the concerts are all a blur in my head.  I suppose I need to focus more.

    Still, it was a lovely concert.  We heard the Saint Lawrence Quartet and for the final piece they were joined by Menachem Pressler for the Shostakovich  Quintet.  Of course the Shostakovich was spectacular.  It is one of my favorite pieces of music, one I listen to often and with which I am quite familiar. We have two recordings, each quite diffferent.  The performance on Sunday was like neither of the recordings.  Oh it was obviously the same piece of music, and some parts were like one recording, some like the other, some like neither.  I found it fascinating and quite enjoyable.  Increasingly the more I hear a work, the more familiar I become with it, the more I can sometimes appreciate different interpretations — they add something to the experience, perhaps cause me to look at the music differently, to discern something I had missed before. 

    Of course that is not always the case, sometimes I suppose one just does not like the way someone else interprets a particular piece of music.  For example I love to listen to Mitsuko Uchida play Chopin but when I heard her playing Beethoven I was not moved.  There are other pianists I would chose to play Beethoven.  I don’t know that any of them are more "right", they are just what I prefer, and I am not sure that my preference is based on any particular knowledge of the music, but probably more by my experience of listening to it performed a particular way.

    I suppose if I actually knew more about music and pursued it with a more single minded devotion I might have more firmly held opinions about what is good or "right" and what is not.  But then again I might not.  I would hope that I would be better able to vocalize or pinpoint what I did or did not like about a performance, but I would also hope that greater familiarity would not close my mind to the possibility of being surprised by any given performance.

    So many people I that also attend these concerts seem to be more conscious of the music and how they expect it to sound.  They remember what they heard in the past and how so and so played such and such.  I suspect I need to be more focused.

    I would for example like to know how one determines if a performance is good or bad.  I don’t want to know this so I can judge performances, I really just want to sit back and enjoy the music and perhaps be transported or see the world a little differently because of the experience.  This may be a naive expectation on my part.   

    The Saint Lawrence is fairly well regarded, I am not sure they would actually do anything badly but then again I am no critic.  During intermission I walked outside to hear someone loudly proclaim "They played the Schumann badly".  I wished I had been able to pinpoint who made that statement, not because I wanted to argue with them, but because I would have liked to know why they thought so.  What was disappointing in the music?  What had they expected?  Perhaps I would learn something.  I like to listen to Schumann, but I am really not at all knowledgeable.  Other people loved the piece.  Why?  I was actually rather indifferent.  I am not sure it was the Schumann, I think that I was just still so wrapped up in the opening Haydn quartet that I hadn’t gotten my head quite wrapped around the Schumann yet, perhaps another reason that I need to be more organized and disciplined in my approach. 

    As it is I have no complaints.  I heard two really fabulous concerts this weekend:  one in NYC and one in Pittsfield.  And we went to Ben & Jerry’s after the South Mountain concert, another Pittsfield tradition for us, one we had not indulged in yet this year.  It would have been a shame to end the season without once going out for ice cream.

  • First Philharmonic Concert

    We went to our first concert of the season at the New York Philharmonic Friday night and it was a lovely and luscious evening.   The program was the third of the Philharmonic’s Tchaikovsky Experience  and featured violinist Janine Jansen playing the Violin Concerto in D major, Op 35.

    The violin concerto was first on the program and the audience went wild.  At the end of the first movement there was thunderous applause, there was shouting and screaming and the pounding of feet.  In the orchestra people were leaping to their feet and storming the stage, articles of clothing flying through the air.  From my perch in the third balcony it was an amazing spectacle.  The gentleman on my right leaned over and said "If this is the first movement, what will happen at the end of the work?". 

    After a brief pause for everyone to calm down and contain themselves, the piece progressed.  The performance was spectacular.  The violinist was excellent.  The orchestra played beautifully, the interaction between soloist and orchestra was almost a courting.  It was an absolutely wonderful concert. And yes the audience seemed to erupt at the conclusion with more applause and yelling, a wave of people surging forward toward the stage.  Several ushers and security people quickly moved to the front of the orchestra, standing between the audience and the soloist.  It reminded me of nothing so much as a slightly more genteel version of The Beetles first US tour with the young girls swarming the stage.  It was a rather remarkable scene.

    I used to believe that the Friday night audiences at Avery Fisher Hall were perhaps a little more blasé and jaded than the Saturday night suburban crowd.  Apparently not.  I suppose I am just not inclined to rush forward and scream in exultation at a marvelous performance.  It was very good, but it did not bring out that impulse, although George does recall the first time I heard a quartet by George Tsontakis and I moved quickly forward at the end of the concert to tell the composer how much I loved the work.  Still, he was only sitting 3 rows ahead of me, and I waited my turn peacefully in a line which I felt was all too brief.  Perhaps it is me, but the response seemed a bit excessive if entertaining.

    G reminded me that several things probably conspired:
    1.  Everyone loves Tchaikovsky "even if they don’t like music".
    2. She was very very good.
    3. She is very pretty.

    Ah, yes.

    I am not even going to go there.

  • Almost

    I decided to knit a baby hat.  I had one skein of a superwash wool.  Surely it would be enough.

    Almost:

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    Although there may have been enough yarn to gather the remaining six stitches, there was not enough to suitably anchor the end and no one wants a hat unraveling on their baby.

    Luckily I found something close enough in the lone-ball-bin and the job was finished.

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  • Day Trip

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    We drove up to Williamstown Massachusetts yesterday to see the Gerald and Sara Murphy exhibit at the Williams College Museum of Art.    All the pictures above are from the grounds of the Williams campus, courtesy of yours truly, except for the picture of the painting "Wasp and Pear" which is courtesy of MoMA.org, as I was naturally not allowed to photograph the artworks in the museum.

    It was a lovely day for a drive and we had a great time. 

    The exhibit was interesting.  I was admittedly mostly interested in the art even though Gerald Murphy only painted 14 known canvases and they have not all survived.  I thought the paintings were spectacular and I am amazed that he gave up painting after only 7 years because he felt he would never be more than "second rank".  Yes the pictures are somewhat autobiographical and they capture much of the spirit of cubism juxtaposed with an irrepressible American style and celebration of the good life.  But they are beautiful, sometimes stunningly so, and very powerful and evocative.  George and I were both taken by "cocktail":
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    Which is very modern, very American, very much a celebration of the glamorous life in the 20’s. 

    I was also very much taken with "Wasp and Pear" (in the collage above).  The color are different, softer, and yet at the same time more threatening.  The painting celebrates the innocence and sweetness of the pear, but also the sting of the hornet, how sweetness often hides the pain of destruction.  It is both lovely and harbors a dangerous edge. 

    Oddly, although the exhibit was far from empty, very few of our fellow museum-goers were spending much time looking at the paintings.  George and I were the only ones there when we were at the part of the exhibit, which was good for us because we spent more time looking at the paintings than almost anything else. Although we often had to jostle our away around other visitors to look at photographs, journal entries, and various memorabilia, we had the paintings to ourselves.

    The letters, photographs, sketches, and various remnants of the Murphy’s lives did not interest us as much as the art.  I think this is probably what some would consider a character flaw of mine; I am not really interested in that kind of personal artifact.  There were fabulous and interesting sketches by Picasso and a nice group of cubist works, but it was Murphy’s art that attracted us, and it seems to me that the paintings were the most interesting part of the exhibit, both for their quality, and probably for what they tell us about the sophisticated artist who painted them.  It is a shame he gave it up. But we are lucky they survived.

  • Escape with sock

    We played hooky from routine today and took a drive up to the Berkshires.  G drove and I knitted on the Bird of Paradise sock.  I am still entranced with  the colors and patterns as I knit although I am not yet convinced that this is a pair of socks I would have chosen to wear had they not arrived in th mail. That is the joy of joining; sometimes you get unexpected surprises.

    This is also my first pair of ribbed socks and they feel a little loose and bulky on the foot.  I assume this is due the stretchy nature of the sock.  I think they will be perfect with my gardening boots, which is very appropriate as the colors seem to speak to me of the garden.  They are happy garden socks.

    They actually remind me of those trays of cut up vegetables that surround bowls of dip at parties, but "crudité"  does not sound like a good name for socks so I have decided to stick with the official moniker of "bird of paradise".

    As we drove I noticed that they actually reflect many of the colors of the leaves this fall.  There are many yellows and oranges, and there is still a good bit of green in the trees, but the socks are really too bright to call them "autumn in the Berkshires" besides which, in a normal year, one where there is perhaps more rainfall, there is much more red in the autumn colors.

    The first sock was finished as we pulled we made a pit stop at a small town gas station.  I wove in the ends as G pumped the gas.  It seemed like the perfect opportunity to honor the occasion with a photograph:

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    They do coordinate nicely with the car, don’t they?