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  • Rhnebeck Redux

    Roving

    My first priority at NYS Sheep & Wool Festival this morning was to get a spindle.  So I wandered off to The Journey Wheel  booth where I listened in as Sylvia Bosworth gave another prospective spinner a brief lesson and then had my own lesson before departing, drop spindle in hand and a big smile on my face.  That first mini-lesson was a revelation.  When Sylvia held the roving and let me pull down the thread as it twisted I could feel the twist, feel it becoming yarn in my hand.  It was such a remarkable thing and I was hooked right then.  A big smile came across my face and I couldn’t wait to spin more.

    Of course it was easy with an experienced spinner controlling everything.  When I tried to do the same thing on my own all I managed to create was a lumpy bumpy mess.  I remain undeterred however.  I would love to try tonight, I find myself suddenly eager to learn to spin, but I realize that I am exhausted and my efforts will come to naught.  In fact I suspect it will be a while before my spinning efforts yield anything worthwhile.  It seems to be a greater mystery the further I get from this morning’s mini-lesson.  But I met an old acquaintance and have an invitation to the local spinning guild, so perhaps there is hope.

    The gray and red is my practice roving. Purchased after advice from Sylvia as to what kinds of fibers might be forgiving of beginner ineptitude.  I figured it might as well aspire to producing something pretty.

    After the spindle purchase I found myself at loose ends for a brief bit, before the Thursday knitters arrived.  It turned out to be a fun and interesting day and I did do my part to help support yarn and fiber vendors.  But more about that another time. 

    Gina  egged me on in at least one purchase, and since the resulting yarn will be for a relatively fast, large-gauge knit, it will be appearing soon, probably sooner than the purchase made yesterday, which has suddenly been bumped further down the line.  Gina also introduced me to Juno  and Stephanie and I managed to speak without embarrassing myself or Gina (oh good she can take me out in public).  Stephanie proceeded to pick up some roving and tiny spindle and spin, completely effortlessly it seemed, the most amazing, fine strand, a thread practically, and I practically fell at her feet drooling in awe.  I managed to remain upright, and lucky me, since I still have my own teeth, I managed not to drop those as well.  Now I want to be Stephanie when I grow up. 

    By the end of the day, I was dragging along in a state of total exhaustion, my hands fondling fibers, my eyes easily drawn to any bright colorful bit of yarn or fiber.  I had that wide-eyed look of a deer caught in the head-lights, or a two-year-old who is completely exhausted but too wired to take a nap.  I was completely pale and wan from pure overstimulation.  But it was a marvelous day. 

    I haven’t absorbed it all yet.  That might take me a few days.

    But if the weather holds, the concrete pour might take place this week, I have yet to finish closing out the fiscal year at work, and I have houseguests arriving on Wednesday (along with the concrete) so there is much to do and little time for fondling of fiber.

  • Mermaid Progresses

    The back is finished and I am have reached the second armhole opening:

    Mermaid

  • I lied…

    Well, actually I just overestimated my ability to accomplish many things in a given period of time.  There remains about an hour’s work on the nursery set, but my ability to wrest an hour’s worth of time from the intervening days has been slim. 

    I confess to opting for an hour’s nap on Thursday rather than using that time profitably for sewing.

    In the meantime stop and admire the roses:

    Anniversaryroses

    And Miriam tells me that although Owen is sleeping much longer during the night, she is not yet ready to toss him into the cold hard world and banish him to his own  room at night.

  • Beer

    Of course, as soon as I post that I had been unable to find any Gluten Free Beer it appears, and right in my local supermarket to boot.

    Beer

    The perfect accompaniment to tonight’s dinner of chickpeas, kale, and Andouille sausage:

    Indianspicechickpeas

  • Rhinebeck

    Fallonhudson

    Today has been a perfect fall day, cool and crisp, and yet warm in the sun.  It was cool enough to wear a cozy sweater to New York State Sheep and Wool, but not so cool that gloves were needed, or a hat, although at one point I did wear a hat as I bought a wonderful felt and shearling winter hat from Miriam Carter (where G also bought me a Christmas gift for the second year in a row — I can hardly wait). There is no website, but you can see one of her jackets here .

    As usual, I did not buy much and I don’t really anticipate buyng much tomorrow although I am still seriously considering a spindle.  One of our first stops was Tochay’s Farm from Michigan, where I saw some yarn I loved last year and have been thinking about ever since (she did not have enough at that time).  So I got the yarn, a wonderful bulky gauge thick & thin yarn, handspun and hand-dyed (of course this is Rhinebeck):

    Rhinebeck1

    Which is pretty much definitely on my "to be knit SOON" list, especially as it will be on large needles and provide some much needed instant gratification.  There might be one or two projects ahead of it in the pipeline though.  We will see what the knitting muses ordain.  She had another yarn which G fell in love with in grays and browns with a pale soft blue, totally different from the yarn I purchased.  Unfortunately another avid knitter had beaten me to the punch and she was sold out.

    I loved looking at the sheep and alpacas.  There were all kinds of booths with interesting and fabulous yarns and rovings for spinning.  I saw a lot of beautiful yarns, but there was nothing really today that cried my name an begged to leap into my bag, and so they all stayed behind.  The rovings were especially tempting, but as I have not done any felting despite all my best intentions last year, and since I don’t yet know how to spin, no further indulgences in raw materials are needed.  Still, one of the nicest things about a sheep and wool festival is being able to look and fondle and talk to people.  What a joy.

    I did stop by the blogger’s meet-up but was so put off by the crush of people milling about that I drifted away.  Crowds are really not my thing, and in the sea of faces I recognized none.  Better one-on-one or small group encounters for me. So we resumed our wandering.   I did see Cara  and say hello, only to fall into tongue tied confusion.  There seems to be a good reason that my career choices did not include sales and politics.

  • Overwhelmed

    Chaos seems to be the prevailing state of late and it is really beginning to wear down my spirit and energy, so much so that, after months of anticipation, I am considerably considering cutting my time at New York State Sheep and Wool this weekend. 

    Perhaps it is just that there are too many unfinished projects right now and even though I look forward to hanging out with friends and meeting bloggers, although I have strong doubts about my ability to actually introduce myself to anyone, the thought of adding one more overwhelming source of chaos and over stimulation to my overloaded life seems, well, overwhelming.

    The unfinished construction surrounding my house wears heavily.  They are supposed to pour the concrete tomorrow, but it is also supposed to rain.  I have no idea which will actually happen, but I live for the day the concrete is poured because it means we can actually start to move to the next stage of construction.  At the same time the  pour has been delayed so many times that I am beginning to think of it as a mirage, like the palm trees envisioned by the thirst-driven wanderer in the proverbial desert.

    I don’t remember if I have mentioned that October has been plagued with failures:  computer failures, car failures, failed communications with clients, appliance failures, jobs half done and items moved for contractors and repair people but never returned to their normal places because the failures and contractors and general upset flow one into another.

    Perhaps the final straw was last night, when at the end of a wonderful anniversary, I got home (after a mad drive from Newburgh) in time to watch most of Project Runway having missed only the first 10 minutes. 

    I looked at my hands at the end of Jeffrey’s show and noticed that I had just purled an entire row.  I had PURLED a row in a garter stitch sweater, a sweater in which I have knit how many stitches?  How many rows? Nary a purl to be seen.  The rest of Project Runway was enjoyed as I unknitted the entire row, slowly and meticulously, cursing myself.

    It seems to be a sign….a sign that there is too much going on, too much undone,  so many distractions that focus seems to escape me.

    Oh I will go to Rhinebeck, there are a couple of things I want to see, and certainly people I want to see.  But I might not have the mental stamina this year.  It might be too much stimulation for my already scattered brain.

  • Project Runway Final

    So, Jeffrey won Project Runway.  I am not surprised as I kind of expected it.  Jeffrey wasn’t my favorite designer, I am not sure he was most viewer’s favorite designer, but it is not a popularity contest after all.  But I think he was the most innovative of the finalists and I never thought the winner would be the designer that might appeal to the biggest market cross-section, which might be Ulli, or even be particularly marketable.  Both Ulli and Laura have distinct styles and viewpoints and I think there are strong markets for both of them, but that is not what "fashion" is all about, at least not as it is practiced in the fashion centers like New York, among the fashion magazines and fashion insiders. Michael has talent, but he has a way to go developing that talent.  I am sure he has a future and I think that future is assured.  Jeffrey pushed all the right buttons and his designs were interesting and innovative.  Besides I think Jeffrey has a market, and there are Jeffrey ideas I would copy as well.

    That said, I have been a Laura fan since the beginning.  No, I can’t wear all her designs, but I still like her style.  But then, all you have to do is look at the accessories I wore to my anniversary dinner last night (and removed as I ran into the watch Project Runway only 10 minutes late) to see that I lean more Laura-wise than Ulli-wise.

    Accessories_1

    Sewing will continue today and the nursery set will be completed.  Then on to garment sewing for all you fans who are merely tolerating my foray into cotton rectangles.  I am actually enjoying the project, which is why I am regaling you with boring photographs of little strips of fabric. 

    I am much to easily pleased.  If it requires a sewing machine and an iron I am more than likely happy, no matter how mundane the task.

  • 20

    20 years ago today I married the most wonderful man.  I was giddy and flighy even though I knew it was perfect and the best decision I had ever made.  If you had told me then that I would love this person even more after 20 years I would have thought you were joking.  It’s true. 

    And I’m still giddy and flighty just thinking about it.

    Happy anniversary G!

  • Not Vogue….

    Not Vogue…
    Not Interweave…..

    What knitting magazine has arrived in my mailbox?

    VERENA!!

    Verena_winter_2006

    Not quite as chock-a-block with desirable patterns as the last issue, but still more than acceptable, and here, in my hands, ready for me to peruse the pages and dream of sweaters future!

    I saw the Vogue at Yarn Central nearly two weeks ago! Aargh!!!

    I stalk the post office like a lion stalking her prey.  But no Vogue Knitting arrives.  I think this happened last year as well.  I vaguely recall that I left NYS&W Saturday and went out in search of a Vogue Knitting because I had seen one previously, wanted it badly, and wanted to refer to something.  In my Rhinebeck driven yarn and pattern lust I just could wait no longer.  I see a repeat of last year’s scenario in the making.

    Why I oh why does the magazine ship copies to the stores before they ship copies to their subscribers?  What cruelty.

    The new Interweave is also up, but I have only looked cursorily, as I do not want to get sucked into another morass of pattern-book-lust and desire. And what drives this passion, this need for more patterns when I have more than enough to keep a village of knitters happily knitting away for a lifetime or two.  It is the magic of dreams of course, the dream of knitting, the dream of wearing, the dream of being someone else in some fantasy life not fully realized.  Dreams are worth hanging on to, and the cost of magazines are a small enough price to pay.

    But only if they come!

  • General Catch-uP

    I have been generally preoccupied and distracted the last couple of weeks and have therefore been remiss in keeping track of what has been going on.

    Several books were completed and therefore moved from the "current reading" list to the "books read" list on the sidebar:

    What_to_eat  What to Eat was interesting and informative.  It nicely compiled and sorted out a wealth of information that is often confusing without delving into a bunch of polemics.  I found that it helped me clarify my thoughts on some things, and made me think about the way I shop and what I eat or don’t eat in a new way.  In that sense the book was well worth the time spent reading it and I will save it on the shelf for reference.

    Wolves_of_the_calla
    Song_of_susannah
    I read these two books one right after the other on the exercise bicycle.  They moved quickly as Stephen King is a good storyteller and even when far-fetched, his writing moves the reader right along.  It is difficult not to get wrapped up the story.

    That said, I liked  Wolves of the Calla better than Song of Susannah, and I am wondering if the general quality of the series is slipping in these later volumes.  Wolves of the Calla was interesting and entertaining but I think left too many things unexplained, I finished it thinking something was missing.

    Song of Susannah was more difficult for  me.  It seemed increasingly far-fetched and not particularly cohesive either.  Things might get better in the next book, the last in the series.  I don’t have that book yet and they did not have it at my local Barnes and Noble last week.  It has been added to my Amazon wishlist where it will wait until I make the next dump from wish-list to cart.

    Liszt_and_his_world
    Franz Listzt and His World was removed from the current reading list and left hanging in the crowded netherworld that is my "to be read" pile on the guest bed.  I started it in August in the passion of the Bard Music Festival and it has languished since.  It seemed best to just admit that I am not reading it and do not feel like reading it right now, so that I could move onto something else.

    Two more books were added to the reading list:  Tortilla_curtain
    Defending_science

    The Tortilla Curtain will be started at the gym later today.

    Defending Science has been sitting on my bedside table for quite some times now and I have been meaning to get to it but never quite managed to pick it up.  I started it last night and it looks quite interesting.  More to come.

    I am also still working my way through The World is Flat, slowly but surely.  The first time I read it I plowed through it, reading about the first 2/3 of the book in two sittings (round trip flight to California) but then it got set aside for about six months before I finished it.  I never quite connected the first part of the book to the ending portions in my mind.  This time I am progressing much more slowly but everything is getting tied together in my head quite well. 

    Mead

    This past weekend also saw a return to cooking efforts, or at least culinary explorations beyond just plain sustenance cooking and eating.  Pictured is a bottle of mead I purchased at my local liquor store last week.  It was the only mead in stock so I am not sure how it compares to other meads.  In fact it is the first bottle of mead I have ever tasted.

    I bought it to make the duck breast recipe by Jean Georges Vongerichten in the November 2006 Food & Wine .  Dinner turned out fabulously.  I served extra frisee salad with the duck breasts on the side so it became a kind of main-course salad supper.  This worked out well because we had last minute tickets up to Bard for the American Symphony Orchestra that evening and we were a little rushed.
    The recipe was a little fiddly, but then considering I was cooking and then rushing up to the master bedroom between tasks at the stove to dress in my evening’s ensemble and apply makeup, between mad dashes back to the kitchen, where I would don the giant apron and gloves and tend to the duck (duck breasts can be messy), I really can’t complain.  And it did turn out well despite the chaos.  We were able to sit down to a lovely dinner, dressed for the evening, and sashay out to our concert on time.  No time for pictures though.   Even though I had to leave the kitchen clean-up until my midnight return it was worth the effort; Cinderella came back to her hearth but the evening was fabulous. 

    But what to do with the rest of the mead?  Since the farmer’s market has been filled with cabbages and root vegetables, parsnips, big thick carrots, winter squashes and so forth, my mind has turned to winter foods.  A large cabbage inspired me to make corned beef and cabbage with some thick carrots, parsnips, and baby yukon gold potatoes cooked in the broth. 

    I really didn’t cook the cabbage with the corned beef, and I was probably inspired more by a "New England Boiled dinner" than by the more traditional "corned beef and cabbage" friends have served me.  In the past I have thrown beer into the braising liquid for the corned beef but I can’t do that now.  Even though there are supposed to be some very good gluten-free beers on the market, and the nearest Whole Foods, in White Plains, supposedly carries them, they have never been in stock when I have been in the store.   But I thought the mead would work well and indeed it did. 

    Because I knew yesterday would be a busy day with work and contractors I cooked the corned beef in the slow cooker, layering the potatoes, corned beef, and carrots in the pot and the pouring in the mead mixed with some homemade stock, mustard, brown sugar, and cloves.  Then it just did it’s thing all day.  I cooked the cabbage at the last minute using some of the broth from the corned beef.
    A little bit of heaven.

    It looks like mead will become a staple in our pantry.