Oh Glory Day!! Threads, Vogue Patterns, and the Fashion Sewing Group newsletter all arrived today:
Be still, my beating heart…
Me socks keep sliding down to me toes. Must knit more socks.
Who would have thought that I would ever say such a thing? When I started having sock-knitting urges I could not understand why. I never objected to the principle of knitting socks, my objection was purely practical: I don’t, or didn’t at least, wear socks except to the gym or in the garden; that was before I had hand-knitted socks. The socks I made don’t slide down my foot into my toes. Even with the extra fullness between the heel and arch, they fit better than any I have had before. I want to wear them every day. Must knit more socks.
I admit I never objected to pantyhose. For a long time I had corporate and office type jobs where a suit or business clothes were de rigueur. Knee-highs always also slipped down to my toes, decidedly not professional looking, pantyhose, being firmly attached at the waist, do not, so I always wore pantyhose with either skirts or slacks and have continued the habit. But my life is much more casual now. I am home much more. I have arthritis in my metatarsal joints and some days socks and loafers or sneaks are perfect. But socks always slide down to my toes. Most annoying. Except the new hand-made socks. I want to wear them every day. Must knit more socks.
I even wore socks to NYC on Friday, unusual for me. But I didn’t wear MY socks; big mistake. They kept slipping down my feet (I wore the hand-knit socks the day before and they weren’t dry yet when I had to leave to catch the train). Walk a block, stop, pull up socks, walk another block, repeat until end. Must knit more socks.
Of course, once again being sock-brained, I started looking around at sock books. Yesterday, my order from Amazon arrived:
A bit of an excess I know as I have only knit one pair of socks Lucy Neatby’s book could keep me happily knitting for a long while yet. Although I do want to knit all the socks in that book and try all the techniques, I am a fickle knitter. I might not want to knit those socks at any given time. Hence more books.. Don’t anticipate that I will work through them in any orderly fashion. The Anna Zilboorg books is mostly inspirational. I had seen it before and been totally smitten with the colors and patterns but talked myself out of it because it was a sock book. It does not seem to be so much of a practical book, as the others are. I know I will enjoy them all. I have been thrilled with poring through the books last night and occasionally today and am really looking forward to starting some more socks, although I am not yet ready to have multiple projects on the needle again, like a recovering alcoholic I still feel the need for restraint. However since socks are so portable you know they will get started eventually.
Of course, in order to knit socks I need to purchase sock yarn as the sock-weight-yarn cupboard is bare. Well, two skeins of Trekking XXL don’t count as a full cupboard do they? I didn’t think so. This leads to more opportunities for stash enhancement. More shopping to come. I’ll keep you informed.
ON THE MENU
Pork Chops with Sauteed Apple Slices and Armagnac
Shredded Brussels Sprouts with Garlic and Red Bell Pepper
Beet Risotto
Today was painting day and it was an absolutely perfect day for it, low 70s, sunny, and calm. It is supposed to rain tomorrow evening so the job had to be finished.
I did the low walls behind the flower beds as this required crawling on the ground, leaning on one hand some of the time, not good for George with his unstable wrist, and often painting with the arm extended in uncomfortable angles. The primer had taken forever as my hands hurt constantly due to the arthritis in my metacarpal joints. I finally realized that it was the weight of the large 4 inch brush that was the problem. I figured out that I just needed a smaller brush, 2 inches is about the maximum I can hold without my hand hurting. I get less paint per brushload, but I paint much longer with less pain. I still came out ahead.
Notice I was not meticulous in avoiding the gravel at the back of the bed, it will get covered in dirt anyway.
Here is the finished garage front:
Since we finished painting about 3 PM, I decided to start working on a couple of large pots that needed stripping and repainting:
I actually hoped to get both pots stripped and possibly even get started on painting. As usual I totally underestimated how long the job would take.
Knitting was not anticipated this weekend, well only a little knitting, as I planned on taking Tesla on the train wiith me on Friday. She and I got along fine, I am much happier knitting her now. Obviously our misunderstanding was not her fault, just my own inner angst and frustrations being taken out on innocent yarn. She is still not the speediest knit but she is a relaxing and pleasant one. Here she is, almost 1/3 of the way through the first sleeve:
I met Mary at Mood. We looked at fabric, purchased some too, and headed off for an early lunch at Union Square Café. It had been months since we had gotten together and had lots of talking to take care of. Lunch was pretty good too. I had seared foie gras with tiny sauteed seckel pears and the most stunningly silky buttery braised cabbage ever. I followed that with a salad, a wonderful salad, with apples and beets. It was the potatoes that stole the show though. I could sit there and chat and nibble on those garlic potato chips forever, especially with an excellent glass of wine. Mary picked the wine. She always chooses something wonderful.
Afterwards, we stopped at the Anthropologie store on the corner at 6th Avenue. We were attracted by a pretty crocheted sweater in the window. Once inside however I happened on this one:
and it came home with me. I love this sweater. I love the pompom trim made up from strands of yarn. I love the front shawl collar and band and how it is knit. I see lots of inspiration here, triangular panels mixed with lace, beads…oh the ideas keep tumbling around. It’s worth it just for the inspiration and it looks nice on too.
Pretty cool Huh!
On my way to the train I stopped to buy a bottle of water and just had to take a quick look at the magazines too. I spotted this German knitting magazine that I had not seen before. Quickly it went into my bag and I ran for the train.
I was surprised that I really liked the magazine. There are at least 6 or 8 sweaters I would love to knit in here, and many more that I find inspiring in some way or another. Of course there are 80 patterns in the magazine, which seems amazing. The instructions may not be all that clear. It is hard for me to tell, I really don’t know German. I figured out the yarn descriptions and the gauge on the train. There are some charts. I assume that between Knitting Languages and George I will figure it out. Of course George will tell me he speaks the German of a 10 year-old-boy and he did not knit; he may or may not be much help.
Today has been painting day. We finished painting the foundations of the house and the front of the garage and I also started scraping paint off a couple of old decorative ceramic pots that need to be repainted. It was the perfect day to be outside working on the house together, and that’s even better than knitting.
Even though I have spent most of my time on other non-knitting projects, like housepainting, great progress has been made on Anna and she is on the blocking board, important here as the edges are quite bubbly and need extra help being straightened before I even attempt to seam:
The body is knit in one piece, front to back. You are seeing the back here. And the front is in the next shot.
But wait… What’s this???
Ahhh! That’s why Anna had been thrown in a heap into the back of the closet, that funny little bump thing, I must have had trouble knitting her and keeping track of my stitches… I can’t believe I started a bigger size as this one is plenty big and I was a good bit smaller when this project was started. I also had some other trouble, goodness knows what I was thinking. If I was decreasing it was all on one side. Impossible to recreate the past.
Well, one thing is certain, I will not be ripping out the entire sweater just to fix that stupid little tumor at the beginning. I suppose, had I been smart, I would have taken Anna off the needles and looked at her good and hard before I started knitting. Deep down, I knew there had to be some problem, but no, I blithely plowed ahead.
Several options present themselves. I can just cut off the bottom or unravel from the cast-on up and re-knit down leaving a bind-off edge at the bottom instead of a cast-on. Or I can zig-zag a little line where that edge should be and just cut the offending piece away. Of course this depends on how I am going to seam this. If I use mattress stitch that might not be the best option; but I am not yet convinced that mattress stitch will be the best option. I am seriously considering seaming this sweater by sewing machine and then hand stitching the edges down to the main fabric, making a flat seam. Not the usually accepted method I know, but it might end up being the most attractive.
Tomorrow I am going into NYC to meet my friend Mary so there will be no seaming of sweaters until the weekend. Tesla is going with me. We have gotten back together and all our previous misunderstandings have been forgiven.
The beginnings of a sleeve on DPs:
DAYS
The days go by us like the cars,
Either fast or slow,
One followed by another
Rushing through an amber light,
Or grinding up a hill,
Or casually taking a corner
With a dog gulping the breeze.
Then all fo them run together
At once, almost identical.
Someone with a tinted window
Swerves to the right
Attempting a new direction,
And the rest follow as at a funeral,
Keeping a respectful distance.
— Kevin Halligan
published in the TLS, October 28, 2005
Still catching up on various things around the house. This caught my eye. The poem states better than I ever could how so much of life seems to flow on by.
Although sewing is a distraction from life, and a very welcome one at that, life itself seems to offer an endless variety of distractions from sewing: the following is one of them.
Distraction 725: Housepainting
Subsection A: foundation painting.
History: Having resided the house last year, and having admired how nice it looked, I could not help but notice how sad and pathetic the foundations looked in comparison. Now foundations are not usually a particularly noticeable thing, but my garage is below my house and as one goes down the ledge from the front door to the garage the foundation grows larger, eventually becoming the front of the garage. It is a typical foundation, concrete block covered by a layer of rough textured cement. The color of the cement is fairly close to the taupe-beige shade we stained the siding and is not in itself unattractive EXCEPT…..
In that little word, except, lies all the problems of life. I need to learn to ignore the exceptions, as in the house looks good except... The jacket is beautiful except… I love the way that sweater turned out except… you know the problem.
The concrete had never been painted and was its natural aged gray color. But it had crumbled over the years and in places the concrete blocks were showing. In other places it had been patched, more than once, and every new patch was a different shade of gray. It was not a pleasing patchwork like a crazy quilt, but rather more of a “I just can’t get it together” kind of patchwork, and since the garage and foundation are the first thing that anyone coming down my driveway sees, this unattractive feature had been preying on my mind.
The patching was all done over the summer and I had to let the concrete age until it could be painted. Technically this could have been done in September, but I was doing other things then and am just now getting to the task
It is a sunny week with temperatures in the mid to upper 60s. I thought I could prime and paint 378 square feet of foundation wall easily. Easier said than done. Mistaken assumptions abounded:
1. Paint coverage. The primer said it covered 500 square feet. I have 378. The first can got me through 96. Back at the paint store, the nice clerk said that of course for rough textured concrete that had been aged and never painted coverage would be more like 100 square feet. Duhh. I told the first clerk what I was painting, why didn’t he tell me that?
2. Painting rough concrete is very slow.
3. Painting is very hard on arthritic hands, especially when the arthritis is primarily in the metacarpal joints and first phalangeal joints, the ones used to grip the paintbrush. I guess it had been a few years since I had painted. I am much slower now.
4. Expect delays for unanticipated occurances like finding a hole under the concrete blocks running into the garage. Gee I guess that’s how the rat snake gets in my garage bay. Take time out to clean out, plug up, and seal the hole. Wait for concrete and caulk to dry so you can paint it.
I suspect my entire week will go along something like this.
At the moment, after spending hours painting the last thing my hands want to do is grip a pair of shears, or even a rotary cutter for that matter, so the cutting out has been delayed yet again.
Perhaps it is time to clean out the sewing room.
Although it is almost November, it feels more like September outside, perhaps early October at times. Obviously I’m not the only one who things so. The dahlias are still going strong as evidenced by this photograph:
Even the iris think that they might try for a third blooming period this year:
I’m hoping they make it. No frost yet even though it is late. The night-time temperatures have been flirting with that frost line, 33, 34, but not below. I hoping the warmth continues even if only long enough for the iris to bloom.
Meanwhile I’m reading The Tipping Point on the exercise bicycle and I have reached my own personal tipping point in that I can no longer handle the pile of UFOs and backlogged projects. I have been frantically finishing up knitted items, decluttering, and catching up on many fronts. My head might emerge above the piles yet.
The socks are finished!
"Simply Splendid Sock" from Cool Socks Warm Feet by Lucy Neatby. Lorna’s Laces yarn, beyond that I remember nothing.
They are not perfect; I am not a perfectionist, and you will remember that I have occasionally had issues with these socks, although now that I am done I love them and will definitely knit more socks. Actually many issues with the first sock were resolved with the second sock. I suppose knitting my first socks on size 0 needles at nearly 10 stitches per inch was not the wisest decision. If you look closely you will see a few errors I did not correct all that nicely and a place where I made a not very attractive decrease dead center on the top of the right foot: What was I thinking? I probably was not thinking at all, or I was totally disoriented, confusing left and right, top and bottom, not an unusual state of affairs for me.
The little red circles show an extra fold of fabric where the sock is too big. This is not unique to these socks, most of my socks are that way and now that I have one pair knit, I will have to figure out a way to accomodate this. I have normal ankles and a normal, medium-width foot, but narrow heels. I suspect this is the root of the problem. I haven’t figured out the solution yet. That’s the problem I see with knitting my own socks, I will get picky and want them JUST SO. Then my inner perfectionist will come out, just not on this pair, where I had issues from the beginning.
Still I love the socks and wore them today. It made for a happy day of errands, grocery shopping, and stock-making, along with the Vittadini sweater that I finally put together last spring and which got worn for the first time today.
It is interesting that both of these knitting books came into my possession this past week.
The Filatura Di Crosa book is one of a set of fall books that came over the weekend. I really like the cover sweater and it immediately reminded me of old crochet patterns from my youth. I have always looked good in these long straight garments as long as the silhouette is narrow and there is some shaping at the sleeve cap-shoulder area. Drop shoulders truly suit very few. The Filatura Di Crosa patterns usually do have nice shaping and this one appears to be no exception. The body is crocheted from the neck down with shaping incorporated to form the raglan shoulders. The sleeves are then picked up and crocheted in place from the skipped stitches of the arm opening.
The book has it’s share of unattractive pieces and several classic patterns that are quite nicely done. There is a lovely shell with matching skirt which would make a nice ensemble with a Chanel jacket. They are nothing new or unusual if one has been knitting or saving knitting patterns for a long time, but that does not mean there is no place for classic elegant patterns. There will always be knitters who don’t know the old patterns.
The Bernat book was passed on to me by Cindy. She thought there were several cute things, and there are some cute crochet patterns, but most of the garments, openwork crochet skirts, ponchos, and fringed minis look quite dated. Some of the shapes could be updated and there is a tunic-type of mini dress that reminds me very much of the kind of tunics that are very popular in the stores now, all reminiscent of things adults wore in my childhood. Of course I am not convinced that a crocheted tunic is what the world is really waiting for. Still, the book is interesting and there are some pretty things and certainly a great trip down memory lane.
All this reminds me that I never did say anything about the Vogue Knitting. I can’t really say that it was a disappointment as I am not sure that I expect that much. There were three sweaters that I thought were nice as they were: The Michael Kors sweater was nice, classic, wearable and probably boring. I could probably find a dozen similar patterns if I looked through my library. I like it anyway. Charlotte Quiggle turned out a really nice variation on a fair isle that shows that you can take a classic and tweak it to get something fresh and different without destroying the beauty of the original idea. And last, but not least, there is a gorgeous lace cardigan by Jennie Atkinson.
That said there are a few other interesting ideas employing pattern, texture or color that I think could be adapted, sometimes I think with significant redesign, into something nice. There are several that have lead my mind to wandering and thinking of new projects. I always like to look at the ideas, even when they don’t quite work and sometimes even when they are just bad.
It must be hard to publish a knitting/sewing/craft magazine. Actually it is probably hard to publish any magazine. There have gotten to be so many, and unfortunately none of them really distinguish themselves, to my mind at least. I know nothing about the magazine business but I do know something about business and markets and I know that each one of these publications is probably under pretty constant pressure to increase market share. We no longer live in a world where you can produce a high-quality target audience publication with a fairly fixed but loyal customer base. I don’t know if there ever was that kind of world but a part of me yearns for it. I do see better written and more sophisticated patterns in some of the older magazines, but I don’t remember if they were the norm or the exception. I always hope that one of the unopened boxes in my mothers garage is her collections of old knitting, sewing, and craft magazines. I know not everything in there was great but I do recall there were some nice things.
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And as for actual knitting, here is the second sock during the 7th inning stretch:
Unfortunately by the 9th inning I was dropping more stitches than I was knitting due to pure exhaustion and I had to put the sock aside. It will be finished today. Looking at this photo I see there are several other errors I need to drop down and correct as well. Looks like a busy day ahead.