Restingmotion

  • Patrones Subscriptions

    A couple of people have asked about subscribing to Patrones.   I don’t know of any subscription service that sends Patrones to the US, although there may be one available.

    I got my subscription directly from Patrones by going to the Patrones Website  and clicking on the button called Subscripcion.

    Everything is in Spanish, but I think it can be figured out.  Basically, if you are not in Europe you need the bottom choice "Resto países, correo certificado vía aérea 288,40 €." which basically means airmail to the rest of the world.  There seems to be no option bo subscribe by slow boat, and you will note that the rest of the world pays far more than the Europeans do, based on the exhorbitant cost of the airmail. The service has been quite prompt, except for April, my first three issues arrived right away, February and March were here by the 3rd day of each month.

    My subscription was a gift from my DH.  But I will renew it next year.  Although I might have spent less ordering issues on ebay and having them shipped express from Germany, it wasn’t that much less, and I never opted for slow boat delivery as I am far too impatient. Besides there was all the trouble of looking for issues and dealing with ebay. 

    If anyone knows of another way, please let me know.

  • Does fate hinge on the lowly bee?

    In yesterday’s New York Times there was an article about honeybees. It has preyed on my mind. Did you know massive numbers of honeybees have died off or disappeared?

     

    What a disaster. How many plants are pollinated by bees? How much of civilization and our ability to feed ourselves is dependent on the activities of the lowly bee. Do we think of this? Not really I suspect. Bees are something we swat at when they disturb our picnic, or run from because we are allergic to the sting.

     

    Spring is just starting; the bees aren’t really out here. But what would happen if there were no more bees? I read the stories, the theories, have the bees eaten something that has caused them to die off? This strikes me as interesting as I read about changing animal’s metabolisms or feeding them antibiotics en masse so that we can raise them on diets that their bodies weren’t built to handle just because it is convenient to big business. The diets of bees have changed. Beekeepers feed bees food based on the same processed corn that we subject ourselves too. Many natural foods have been so altered or eliminated by corporate agriculture that the bee’s normal food is not available. We are what we eat. What we eat may not only determine how we live, but how we die.

     

    Or is it other things. Environmental changes? Corporate Farming? The arrogance of humanity?

     

    Here we are trying to make ourselves more green, trying to save ourselves from the pending upheaval caused by global warming, and perhaps a greater damage has already been done without our even paying attention.

     

    I have been thinking about Thomas Friedman’s article in the New York Times on April 15, which I am still pondering, and thinking about how I can be more environmentally conscious and take up a smaller footprint. I am thinking about what we eat and what goes into what we eat. I do not believe eating local will solve the world’s problems. I believe we need a global economy even for food, but there are many things that are done better on a local scale. I don’t believe people are going to stop using energy. I believe we need to find new ways to create it, ways less harmful to the earth. But if the bees die, will there be enough time. Or is our fate sealed.

     

    In many ways, my generation and the one before me, the post-war generations have all been reared on experimental technologies, messing with food and chemicals as such a normal part of our lives we really have no idea if we are better off, or worse.

     

    It may not matter. Like Goliath we may be heading for a fall from a source we never even considered worthy of thought.

  • One Sock

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    You might not recall that I had started a sock o these many months ago.  Indeed I myself had almost forgotten.  But wanting to knit last night, but desperate to knit anythng if it did not require picking up stitches around the neck of the rice stitch cardigan, I happened upon the blue sock.   And so, dear reader, I finished it.

    I admit I am very happy with this sock.  The fit is fabulous.

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    The top is a little short, I could have knit it longer, but I seem to recall that I was afraid of running out of yarn.  There was plenty left so this was obviously not a worry.  It is a fabulous sock.  I would wear it today because it seems like fall has once agan returned to the Hudson Valley, or perhaps early spring, but alas I cannot because I have only one sock, and I have not cast on the for the second.

    I shall cast on, but not until I finish the rice stitch cardigan.  Perhaps I will finish the second sock by the time sock season returns again, if it ever leaves that is.  Sock knitting on size 0000 needles is proving not to be my favorite form of entertainment.  I might like it better if someone would make shorter needles in a size 0000, but alas, it does not seem to be so.  The final rows of a toe on four teeny tiny eight inch long pieces of metal is an exercise in frustration which is not recommended for the faint of heart, or those who have had a glass of wine with dinner.

  • Almost Done

    It took me long enough, but I finally stopped procrastinating and assembled the body of the rice-stitch cardigan.  It was actually quite easy to seam and all the appropriate lines of the pattern lined up perfectly.  I don’t know which angel was looking over my shoulder, but I extend my thanks.

    After I assembled the body and tried it on, I had had doubts, it seemed to pouch out at a funny angle through the armscye.  But of course, one can’t tell until the sleeve is in place.

    So I basted up a sleeve:

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    and basted it into the body of the garment.  The fit was pretty good.  The sleeve length was perfect and the little bit of extra shaping (a few well placed short-rows in the sleeve cap) were perfect:

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    Finally, it was time to soak the sleeves and block them.  This fabric is rather stiff before that initial wash, but becomes lush and soft after blocking. 

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    While the sleeves are blocking I can pick up the stitches around the neckline and begin the collar.  Will I be finished for a little bit of showing off at Thursday night knitting?  I hope so.  After all, I am (semi) retired now, right?  I can work when I want.  I can knit when I want.

  • SWAP

    Well SWAP is officially over and the submissions are absolutely fabulous.  Instead of sewing I have been drooling over the 31 collections and kicking myself for not participating. 

    I have never done a SWAP.  I have trouble conceiving of doing a SWAP.  As those who know me well will attest, I have trouble sticking to even the simplest plan without being lured into something else.  Chaos should truly have been my middle name.

    That does not mean that I do not greatly admire all those people (they were women, but there might have been a man) who have created coordinated wardrobes of 11 garments.  I am stunned, actually stunned at the variety and quality of the submissions.  Check them out here .  They are positively drool-worthy. Everyone who participated is a winner here just in terms of what they have achieved. 

    As a member of Artisan’s Square, I am entitled to a vote, and I have been seriously contemplating the choices.  With 31 submissions, it is hard to choose, and I am trying mightly not to judge arbitrarily.    I have spent time listing what I believe to be the important points, carefully analyzing the photos, and attempting to look at the choices fairly and clearly.  I have narrowed them down to 7 in my mind.  After much deliberation, II have eliminated one and decided on my first and second place picks, but the remaining 4 all vie for third place.  I have yet to discern how I can choose between them.  In the end I will probably have to make some completely arbitrary decision about how well I think they succeeded in creating a wardrobe that meets their stated needs.  A lot of this decision will depend on how the intention of each swap was described and then how the final results are presented, and whether the collection works as a whole to meet the stated goals. 

    If you have a better idea let me know.  Perhaps another night’s sleep will help.

  • Dreamland

    I spent the weekend perusing and dreaming over this newly arrived book:

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    The book is valuable mostly for its pictures, and oh, what pictures.  This book is full on inspiration and dreams.  Even if they are someone else’s choices and someone else’s style, the pictures remind me to be true to myself, and have courage.

    I could sew an entire wardrobe based on the ideas I see in this book.

    It reminds me to buy what I love.  It reminds me to hold on to what I love, not purge in the name of "space" or "fashion".   It makes me think "Oh why did I get rid of those mustard suede flats I loved so much".

    This is a good book to look through whenever I get caught up in that old mantra of "should be".

    I spent the weekend looking at this book and dreaming. 

    I spent the entire weekend in shorts, tank tops, and flip-flops, whereas a mere week before I was wearing fur-lined raincoats thinking Spring would never come.

  • O Frustration!

    As I am nearing the completion of the rice stitch cardigan, and no, I haven’t sewn it up yet or blocked the sleeves, I am starting to think about the next project. 

    I know I had a list, but the list seems to be composed of winter things that don’t interest me right now.  I want spring sweaters. 

    There are many possibilities, including some Adrienne Vittadini I bought in an onslaught of "stress buying" last month after I learned about DH’s current health issues.  Don’t worry you will get to see everything in time.  Needless to say, I should not be allowed to carry credit cards in times of emotional distress.

    I also want to knit that cotton vest I wrote about last week.   The original sweater is knit in a wool cotton mix that knits at about 4 1/2 stitches to the inch.  I probably don’t have anything like that.  I have Rowan Wool/cotton, but that knits at a finer gauge and I would rather not do the math.  I would also rather use stash yarn than buy something new.  We’ll see. 

    Once upon a time I would diligently snip samples of my yarns and wrap them on cards to keep a little sample book of yarns in the stash.  I have not been so diligent about that lately.  I still have the cards, and they give all the relevant information, except where the yarn is stored.  (I store things in boxes in closets)  I have also maintained a spreadsheet which lists yarns, what I intended to make, all the relevant gauge information and storage location.  All the yarns are on the spreadsheet, swatched or not, or at least they were until about a month ago.  New purchases have not been added, and now……

    The spreadsheet has gone missing!

    Egads! I cannot begin to tell you how long it took me to inventory all my yarn and make that spreadsheet.  I haven’t the foggiest idea about the what’s and where’s of my stash without it, much less the when’s or why’s. 

    It all began with my computer troubles last fall.  Those eventually ended with a new computer.  The new computer came with a test version of Microsoft Office 2007.  I decided to use it, and I really like it.  Besides I am planning on a knitting pattern spreadsheet or database and I know I can run Paradox or Excel on my Palm, with pictures,  if I ever get around to creating the databases.  Getting pictures into Quattro Pro and actually being able to see them on the Palm is either impossible or requires far more work than I am willing to invest.

    The old spreadsheet was on Quattro Pro because that is what the office used.  The office used Quattro Pro because the secretary we had at the time knew WordPerfect and Quattro Pro, I had both, and it was easier to use what she knew than to teach her something new.

    Well, I didn’t put Quattro Pro on the new computer, but I had it on DH’s computer so I just kept it there until I got around to converting it to Excel.  But then, about 2 weeks before we closed the office the main office computer went down.  I needed a new one between 4 PM one day and 8 AM the next, and I didn’t want to buy a new computer because DH was about to retire.  So DH’s computer went to the office, with all my stuff still on it.  Since no one in the office deletes anything or backs anything up, I figured it was pretty safe for a few weeks.

    Ha!  Past behavior is no indication of future performance!

    It is not there.  None of the data is there.  Everything in the "My Documents" folder has been wiped clean, erased, deleted, disposed of……..you get the picture.  Finis.  I suppose this was the same helpful thought that encouraged someone in the office to tell the post office we were closing and to hold the mail.  We weren’t closing yet, I hoped to pick up mail at the office while I figured out what the new address would be, we still have a few more months on the lease and at least another month before it is likely that anyone will be able to take possession of the office and free us from our leasing obligations.  I was letting the staff go — but close the office, nah, I wanted time, precious time, and a place to go hide, you know, a place that allowed me to say "sorry dear I must go to the office to get mail" and collect my thoughts with a three-shot grande latte and a good book or a little knitting.  Oh well.

    Now I don’t know where the office mail has gone.  Hopefully that will turn up eventually at our new address.  And I don’t know where my spreadsheet has gone, but that is probably gone for good.  It may be on one of the zillion CDs and floppy disks that have been carted home from the office, but since those are lost in piles of 40 years worth of medical journals, files, paperwork, and various odd bits, I think it unlikely that I shall resurrect it in this lifetime.  A cataloging I will go.

    But what will I knit?  Back to the Vittadini idea?  Buy yarn?  Make something else entirely? The Skacel yarn is available.  I could probably also use Rowan All Seasons Cotton, it might be light enough not to drag terribly.  But both of those require purchase, I know I have some All Seasons Cotton, but I don’t know how much, and I am not certain where it is.  Just thinking about it makes my brain hurt.  But I don’t know that I have anything else either.  Wool will be too warm.  Cotton will be too heavy, and I prefer my cottons, unless they are blended with something else, in smaller gauges.    But there is so much chaos around me right now I am loathe to add to it by buying more yarn — well perhaps yarn that I will use immediately might be spared.  But if I order the yarn I will start something else while I wait so the yarn will end up sitting in the stash anyway.  Yarn Central might have something Thursday night, but wait, no yarn buying. Back to Vittadini.

    Or…..

    I am getting strangely reobsessed with Twisty Turns  again and the yarn I purchased from Decadent Fibers  last fall at Rhinebeck.  Even though I gave up in disgust, I am once again thinking of that yarn and what I can do with it, perhaps even giving Twisty Turns another try.  But then, I must have been very upset last fall because I can’t find the pattern, which I am sure must be in my copy of Wrap Style which I also cannot find. 

    I would probably be best off just giving  up.

  • The promise of Spring

    Spring finally seems to have arrived and the weekend has been warm and sunny.  There are signs of growth in the flower beds once again, the daffodils and tulips are coming up although nothing is really blooming yet, and the forsythia are finally blossoming, although still a bit sparsely.

    Although the hybrid crocus have been out for some time, and have survived the cold and wet admirably, the wild (species) crocuses have just now stuck their heads up from beneath the leaves:

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    Spring is in the air in the Kitchen as well.  We had our first soft-shell crabs this past week.  I didn’t memorialize the event on film because I had temporarily mislaid my camera, one problem with having a teeny tiny pocket sized camera.  I had hoped for ramps this week but they are not yet up around here.  Apparently they are glorious just a wee tad south, in Pennsylvania for example, but not here.  I had hoped the guy who brings ramps would be buy this weekend, but he called and said he had so few that he could barely meet the restaurant demand.  I am a loyal customer, but do not purchase in quantities large enough to get first dibs after all.

    The mushroom man was by however.  Of course he comes all winter as well, if the mushrooms are growing that is.  I am lucky that my house is right on his route, between his stops at restaurants in Rhinebeck, the CIA, and Poughkeepsie, so I get fabulous mushrooms without having to spend more carbon in the procurement.  We had shiitake and oyster mushrooms this week, and they are far far better than any I can get at the local gourmet grocery — yet another plug for buying local when possible.

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    Last night we had shiitake with non-local asparagus and tonight we will have local chicken breasts roasted on a bed of leeks and shiitake.  I had hoped for ramps, so the leeks were purchased in a pinch.  But I know the ramps will come, and other spring treats as well:  fiddleheads, morels, asparagus, shad.

  • Hallelu! Hallelu! Halleluia!

    Patrones Came!

    (no offense intended at any irreverance)

    This is a wonderful issue filled with some lovely suits and very cute sundresses, and a few othr things that are giving me ideas, even if I don’t like the actual garment portrayed. Here are the best among a plethora of treats:

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  • Updates and Responses

    The Rice Stitch cardigan is coming along, I have begun the sleeve cap for the last sleeve.  I do want to sew the body of the sweater together and baste in the sleeve before I block it.  The yarn is lovely but it does come unplied after washing and I would hate to have to rip out and reknit the sleeve with the post-wetted yarn.

    The spring issue of Knitters arrived and it is the last issue in my subscription.  I am not going to renew as I have been somewhat disappointed in Knitters of late.  However this issue had two sweaters I like, and one that is rapidly moving up to my must knit list for this summer.

     

    The sweater that has so taken over my knitting thoughts is this one:

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    The photo only shows part of the sweater, it is basically a long vest with a combination lace and cable pattern in cotton.  I really think I will get a lot of use out of this, and it fits right in with the kind of loose basic things I have been craving of late.

    Anyway, our dear friend whose son is a successful meteorologist, in private industry, tells us to expect a late cool spring and a short cool summer, so perhaps vests are the perfect thing. 

    The other sweater I really like is the lacy mohair cardigan:

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    which is another sweater that might be right on if the weather prediction is correct, and even if not, I suspect that there will always be times when it is just the perfect thing.

    Susan asks how many sweaters there are in my collection, and I must truthfully answer that yes there are more than 75.  There are actually closer to 100 if I count both parts of sweaters sets as separate sweaters.  I know they are separate sweaters, but I think of them as a unit. I really hadn’t wanted to know.   I did not show the photos to count, or to brag, just because I think they look so pretty.  There is about a 25 year collection of sweaters there, as the oldest sweater in the bunch is 25 years old.  The problem with buying and making things you love, and developing a consistent sense of one’s taste over the years, is that things seem to accumulate. 

    Obviously they are not all hand knitted, and I have not saved all my hand knitted sweaters.  Still 49 of the sweaters in those photos are my hand knits although there are a couple that might be weeded out soon, and of course there will be new additions.

    Some of them rarely get worn but are no less treasured because of that.  Some of them go through cycles of heavy rotation and cycles of rest.  There are one or two that are so unusual and have such presence that I can only wear them rarely, like nice evening clothes, but since they never go out of style, they have been worn once or twice a year for all the years I have had them.