Restingmotion

  • An addition to the knitting corner

    When I was out shopping this past weekend, I saw this wonderful woven ottoman at Target.  Although I was really NOT looking for anything for the house, it struck me that this would be a perfect solution for a yarn storage problem that has been on my mind of late.

    When I redid the sewing/fiber room, one thing that was removed was a large blue Rubber Maid bin that contained my odd balls and leftover yarns.  It sat under my old desk, which hid a lot of extra storage space – well that is not actually true as the bin was always in the way when one sat at the desk, but it seemed out of the way simply because it was under the desk.

    I never moved that bin back into the fiber room.  It has been sitting in the family room where I have been using it as a foot rest when I am sitting in my knitting chair.  In this capacity it served a functional purpose and I learned that a footstool might be a desirable addition to the family room,  but it certainly adding nothing to the family room decor from an aesthetic viewpoint.

    And so, now I have a new ottoman.  It fits much more nicely into the decor: rustic woven rattan goes well with my grandmother’s carved leather table and the leopard spotted ultrasuede on the knitting chair.  It is also larger than the blue plastic bin.  The new bin holds my various odd balls, the quantity of which I have been making a concerted effort to reduce. It also has enough extra room to hold all the yarn for any and all current projects which are on the needles.  This means my knitting is actually next to the place where it is knitted!  What a revolutionary concept.

    Ottoman

    My other significant purchase, knitting wise at any rate, was the current issue of Knit 1.

    Now, I have known that Knit 1 was out there on the newsstands but I had never picked one up.  I dismissed it out of hand without really looking…bad move really.  I do try to be a little more open minded and fair than that, most of the time at least.  I think I was feeling overwhelmed by knitting magazines.  I subscribe to several.  I don’t actually feel guilty about the subscription part as I would just buy them at the newsstand if I didn’t subscribe.  But I have been battling my urge to hold onto every knitting magazine that comes into the house.  As I have written before, I don’t after all save every newspaper that crosses or door, or every weekly news magazine.  So recently I have given myself permission to enjoy reading the knitting magazine and allow myself to discard it if there is nothing I wish to save. 

    Still, I had been afraid that if I looked at Knit 1, I would like it and have to subscribe.  This may be the case as I do indeed like this issue of Knit 1.  But I knew I would before I bought it as I had looked at Gina’s copy at Thursday knitting two weeks ago and noted that there were a couple of sweaters I would knit.  In fact I bought yarn for one of them. 

    And so on to Knit 1.  It was quite entertaining.  I like the articles.  I like the way the patterns are shown in little vignettes.  One thing I have always liked about Vogue Knitting in general is the way they keep up with trends in fashion; they are far better at this than any other knitting magazine I have seen.  Now not everyone is interested in fashion and not every sweater is wearable or even, perhaps, knittable, but I appreciate Vogue’s perspective.  This new magazine is no exception, and this issue at least was quite a pleasure.  Unlike Vogue Knitting, the instruction area seems to be quite well done and is pretty informative.  I suppose this is aimed at a broader knitting audience with more emphasis on new knitters.

    And so, I am intrigued.  I think I will buy the next issue when it hits the newsstands in September.

  • Quick and Simple Skirt

    When I was in JoAnn Fabrics the other day I saw this piece of pleated silk.  It immediately said "cool summer skirt" and found its way into my cart.

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    To me these skirts always look best if one does not scrimp and allows for plenty of extra fabric, allowing the skirt to hang in pleats without too much stretching over the curves and bumps of the body.  It still hugs the curves, but billows in an attractive way.

    The whole thing took about an hour.  I cut three skirt lengths and sewed them together.  Notice I did not try to match the stripes on the fabric; that was much more effort than I wanted to put in this skirt, and, since I had bought the last piece on the bolt, I was not sure there was enough fabric warrant that kind of perfectionistic attentions.  I  then finished the whole thing off with a shirred elastic waistband. 

    Today I felt cool and collected in the summer heat.  I felt refreshing, almost minty fresh,   as if I carried around my own burst of icy cold air.

  • Sweetie Pie at Rest

    The body of Sweetie Pie is done and is on the blocking board.  I don’t know what I was doing Thursday night, I remember fretting that it was taking for…e…ver to get the proper length on the right back.  I knew the yarn blocked longer.  I had to reknit the right back as it somehow ended up MUCH too long.

    Then I questioned whether I should block first, before knitting the sleeves, or do the sleeves and then block.  The sleeves are picked up from the body and knitted down to the cuff.  In the end, I decided I better block first due to the length before/after blocking issue, to make sure I got it right.  So Sweetie Pie is wet and on the blocking board.  When she dries I will pick up the sleeves and probably block the whole thing again before seaming.  Sounds excessive doesn’t it?

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    Oops! not pinned yet.

  • A meditation brought on by Carrot Tops

    Carrottops

    Migliorelli Farm has stopped selling carrots with the greens attached, having bowed to pressure from the consumer.   I for one have bought my carrots at Migliorelli farm both for the excellence of their carrots as well as for the mass of curly crisp fresh greens that adorns each bunch. 

    Carrots

    Upon inquiry today, I was happily supplied with a large armful of carrot greens, a sink full really, and I came home and proceeded to make carrot top soup. Now G had never eaten a carrot top until recently, but he promptly wondered if I could get a mass of greens every week and make a years supply of Carrot Top Soup to keep in the Freezer.

    Today’s carrot tops, with 6 cups of chicken stock and another 2 cups of water yielded 3 ½ quarts of intensely lovely soup. Hmm… I shall have to do this again.

    The weekend’s culinary tasks, as well as an editorial in Friday’s Wall Street Journal, have got me musing on the issues of food and local vs Mass Market again.  No revolutionary I, nor strident proponent of anything.  I tend to think extremism is a bad thing, even in food.  Yet I do like to eat local produce, meat, and dairy products when I can get them.  This preference is primarily based on taste.  The local produce tastes better than the stuff one gets in the grocery store.  It is fresher and since it is harvested closer to ripeness, it has more flavor.  It does not tend to be cheaper and here we get into problems.  Most people I know who live in this area do not shop at the farm stands and farmer’s markets, or at least not regularly for all their summer produce.  The biggest supporters of farm markets are the “weekend people”, the expatriates from NYC who come up for holidays and weekends.  This is a good thing and I benefit from their largess on a daily basis because I have access to things that I would not were there no weekend population.

    Yes, I do have qualms about big agribusiness.  Yes I tend to feel increasingly uncomfortable with most meat produced in this country, run by large corporations who have reduced butchering to a dangerous job practiced by primarily underpaid unskilled laborers.  Yes, I have major qualms about eating commercial chicken in a country which has made chicken farmers virtually into indentured servants.  Goodness, I come from chicken farming stock, I cannot help but be appalled.  But I don’t stop buying meat or chicken, although I try to buy more of it from local sources.

    No, I am not totally a slave to reducing my ecological footprint.  I buy Olive Oil from Italy or Greece or Spain.  Since I can’t get the quality and freshness of olive oil I demand locally, and local merchants are constantly trying to change my mind, proffering me inferior quality olive oil becaue “it is so much cheaper” (I think there is a reason for this), I admit that my olive oil is delivered by the case by UPS.  So is my coffee.  Wine comes from local vendors as well as other sources.  I am not saying there is anything wrong with New York State wine, just that I prefer something different.

    I do think farmers should be allowed to be farmers and produce products they are proud of.  I think they should be paid a reasonable amount for the fruits of their labor, an amount that allows them to live comfortably.  Yes we would probably all pay more food.  I don’t think this is a bad thing.  I think Americans are very spoiled and we are so used to getting incredibly cheap food that we have lost all touch with reality.  We do not realize the hidden costs of the food we buy.  The costs are high.  We pay them every day, but we don’t figure that into our food budget. 

    I made chicken stock this weekend, several gallons worth.  The chicken came from Sam’s Club.  I bought it there because it was cheap.  Yes I sometimes  have qualms about supporting WalMart and Sam’s Club, along with almost every other liberal American.  And yes I agree with WalMart when they say that every American deserves to be able to afford good quality food.  I would still make stock if I bought local chickens at a higher price.  I already save bones and trimmings to make a variety of stocks.  The freezer is full of bits and pieces.  Yet I sometimes shop at WalMart.  And yet…  And yet…

    I think we need to spend more money and time on food and less on stuff.  Time spent on food, producing it, preparing it, sharing it with family and friends; these are the things that bring meaning to life.  Not stuff.  Stuff just makes us bored.  Stuff just makes us want more stuff.

    I don’t have any answers.  I just have lots of aimless thoughts.

                                        

  • Fits and Starts

    Major knitting progress was made on Thursday at the Thursday night knitting group/class at Yarn Central.  Oh how I love this group, and how much fun I have.  The knitting is just an added benefit.

    Knitting progress so far on Sweetie Pie:

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    I would be making wonderful time except that yesterday’s progress was virtually non-existent, or so little as to be shameful really:

    Sweetiepieprogress1

    And oh how I struggled to knit those paltry rows!  I was tired, so tired.  But why?  Was it battling WalMart, the best source still for basic inexepnsive tees?  Was it Target?  Was it a day spent going from mall to mall, store to store, doing all those little errands that have to be done but get put off ad infinitum because they are just so tedious? Oh who knows?  Truthfully, who cares?

    I managed to drag my arms into knitting position.  I managed to sit upright in the chair.  I cast on and knit a row.  Oh P*!*.  (actually "piddledy poop", a phrase I once exclaimed at the other knitting group, the Tuesday one, the one that has been kind of spent of late.  The phrase I will now never live down, might as well make it public.) Not that I don’t curse mind you, but not necessarily in public, depending on who the public is at the moment, and what is going on.  Truth be told there have been times I could make a sailor blush, but I prefer not to be so predictable most of the time. and not that many sailors have been that privy to my private domain.

    But, back to knitting, or unknitting as the case may be.  I cast on with long tail cast on.  I knit one row.  I remembered that I had used long-tail cast on in 2×2 rib for the other two pieces.  It. Must. Be. The. Same.  Luckily I only had two rows of 14 stitches to rip out, almost did me in, it did.  Had I mentioned that I was tired?  I had to look at my hands — how do I begin this?  Time for bed.  A few (successful) rows later I was done in.

    Hopefully more progress later.

  • BackTack Bunny

    A package arrived yesterday, a package all the way from Hawaii! I was very excited as I knew it must be my back tack softie from BabyBug!

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    It is very cute and soft and cuddly,  it cries out to be held in a small hand.  I am sure that bunny misses  its first home.   Pointy kitty is happy to have a companion however, and I believe they are becoming fast friends.

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    Bunny came with a companion package of wonderful Hawaiian goodies which were totally unexpected, and wonderfully yummy (I confess I ripped into the caramel popcorn faster than you can say "back-tack".)

    Backtackgoodies

    Not only yummy, but I love the riot of colors.  So bright and cheerful!  Exactly what I need following the continued saga of gray rainy days.  A little bit of summer in pretty wrappers.

    Bye Bye, bunny…

    Backtackbunny2

  • First Muslin

    Springcoatmuslin1a

    The soil separator paper works well for muslins and is nice to work with, at least for a basic first fitting muslin.  The fabric sticks to itself so it is easy to position seams together, and also easy to see where the garment is too tight, or there is not enough ease, as the fabric certainly has none. 

    The pattern, Vogue 7833, went together well and hangs nicely. I think I will like this coat very much.  The coat tapers in at the bottom, which is nice, but I had altered the shape a little when I lengthened the coat.  It is not quite right, I eliminated a little width right where I needed it at the hips and I will have to add that back in, plus probably another inch or so.

    The only other fitting problem for me is that it is a little snug across the shoulders:  It feels snug when I stand still, and the tightness is quite noticeable when I move my arms.  Although I do need a little width across the shoulders, I am wondering if part of the problem is the raglan shaping.  I think I will fix the shoulder width first and see how that feels.  I will have to be careful as I don’t need extra width through the bust, just through the shoulders, and I have to think a little bit about how to go about this on a raglan coat.

  • Here a snip, there a snip….

    In a fit of inspiration, partially due to this site  I had a bit of fun this morning cutting up old t-shirts. 

    Tees seem to be such short-lived garments.  Truthfully, I have had some for years, but others seem to lead a short life, from store to shelf to garbage can.  Usually, when an impossible to remove spot appears, which seems to happen frequently, the shirt goes into the trash without a second thought.   

    However, as I was inspecting last-years tees, looking to see what needed replacing this summer, it occurred to me that I much of the fabric is still good.  The shirts are either too small, or have one small spot, usually in an embarrassingly noticeable location, but are otherwise in good shape. 

    This morning a took my trusty sheers and cut them up, salvaging as many good size pieces of fabric as possible.  I did not rip out the seams by hand, just snipped along the seams, but now I have a nice stack of t-shirt fabrics to play with. 

    Snip_fest

    I might do some color blocking, or some cut out embroidery.  I really don’t know yet.  It will provide some fun play time and who knows, I might get my next favorite summer top out of the process.

    Even if I don’t, I have nothign to lose.

  • Run, Run, Run around in circles.

    The last two days have been fairly busy with various real-life intrustions and sewing time has been limited. 

    Well, that is not completely true.  I have been busy during the days:  what looked like 2 to 3 hours of accounting on Tuesday ended up occupying the entire day and today was spent running around in the rain, soaked through and freezing, taking opportunity of the absense of workmen around the house,  but without considering expected plument in temperatures into account when dressing for the day.

    Rather than work in the sewing room this evening, I have been bundled up in a blanket knitting a baby sweater — a sudden necessity determined when we decided yesterday that we would fly down to Knoxville on the 16th to see Miriam and help out, if we can, with baby preparations.  The stack of fabrics for a soft-animal chain for the crib has also been set aside, as one of our tasks will be picking paint colors and fabric so I can make a set of crib bumpers.    With an idea of what the nursery will look like it will be much easier to pick the colors and fabrics for my brightly colored animal chain.

    I really must do some sewing.  I want to make the coat, although it is certainly not high on my list of needs right now.  That is always a problem, reconciling what I want to sew with what I should sew.  I need casual summer clothes for running around town — I am set for gardening clothes but not much else. Everything else in the closet seems to need mending or altering, tasks which I always find some excuse to avoid. 

    Too much screams for attention and I seem to have trouble setting priorities.  I have fabric and patterns and ideas galore.  Please someone help me settle the scattered brain waves.  I know I just need to start somewhere, anywhere, but each day seems like a new challenge.

  • Otto Languishes

    It all began yesterday when we decided that we should go down to see Miriam ASAP, while our building permit is still being held up by zoning issues.  As a result we are now flying to Knoxville on Friday June 16 for a long weekend, where, among other things we will look for fabric for crib bumpers and paint colors for the nursery, as well as untold other cleaning up and making-room tasks.

    I instantly decided that I must have another baby sweater to present upon my arrival, and so Otto was cast aside, and Sweetie Pie begun.  The front is done:

    Sweetiepiefront

    I have been knitting with single-minded devotion.  In fact G had to roust me out of my knitting reverie to find some dinner this evening, and as soon as I could reasonably leave the table I was back in my chair needles in hand.  Not being a particularly fast knitter I felt that I must knit whenever possible.