Friday, February 29, 2008

February 29

You know what's frustrating me even more than the endless snow? That I keep casting on with the Socks That Rock Lightweight, colorway Tanzanite, knit sometimes even past the heel, then frog the whole thing. I've lost count of how many different sock patterns I've tried with this yarn - it's over six.

The problem is not the yarn. It needs a really simple pattern. The problem is me. I want to do lace or cables or even both.

I should just suck it up and k2 p2.

This is where I'm at today, Feb. 29:
It's Nancy Bush's Whitby. I keep telling myself that it looks better on the foot and that, even if it snows until the end of May, I will not frog this one.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Spring Scarf

Recipe for a Spring scarf, light as thistledown:
1 skein Kidsilk Haze
#7 needles
clear glass beads

Directions: Riff on Wisp, no eyelets.

There is only one missing ingredient: Spring! Another couple of months before the sleeping winter world wakes up in Wisconsin.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

"May I Have the Beagle?"

The Beagle's Knitting Blog congratulates Uno, the first beagle to take Best in Show at Westminster.

A triumph for beagles everywhere!

Monday, February 11, 2008


My all-time favorite sock pattern is Thuja. This pair is in Socks in Socks That Rock Lightweight, Scottish Highlands colorway. Pair umpteenth in a series of husband socks.

Finishing the Thujas, I was simultaneously wrassling with another ball of Socks That Rock Lightweight, Tanzanite colorway this time. It's variegated but not stridently so. I cast on for Monkey socks, partly to see what everyone is raving about. I knit several repeats; it was fun but the colorway fought the pattern.

Frogged it.

I cast on for Nancy Bush's Conwy, with its baby cables, knit several repeats; the yarn didn't showcase the pattern.

Frogged it.

An anti-Thuja is what I wanted - something for me, something airy and pretty.

What do you think of Hedera? (Click on the photo and it will enlarge. It is not in good focus but is the best I'm capable of at 7 a.m.)

Yes, that is a paw in the bottom right of the photo. It belongs to the cat con fuego, the Terror of Tijuana, none other than Nala.

If you have an opinion on Hedera with this yarn, I'd be glad to hear it.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Finished Object Friday

Bird-in-Hand Mittens, worsted from the stash, #4 dpns. I cast on for the first mitten during the first Democratic presidential debate, the one with the youtube questions. It was only the next day that I realized I had worked the hand chart from left to right and the thumb from right to left. Since the mitten looked good anyway, I continued working in that cockeyed way.

The only real difference is the placement of the birds, one on each thumb. In the original pattern, they are little surprises on the underside. Mine are on the top of the thumb, the beaks and feet embroidered in blue.

I'm happy with the way the mittens turned out. The pattern is very cute and the two colors work together. Tomorrow is Tom's 65th birthday. Our custom is to open birthday presents in the evening, after cake. I'll give him these mittens in the morning, though. He'll have something jaunty to wear to walk the beagles.

Here's a Molly and Jack photo to round out the week. They are being helpful little beagles, supervising the making of scrambled eggs.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008


Have the cute animal sites gone too far? This one has nothing but dogs dressed in bee costumes.

Been there.

Done that.

And it was so cute!

Monday, February 04, 2008

Snow Birds

The $1.79 seed bell continues to pay large dividends. It - and a looming birthday deadline - has inspired me to start the second Bird in Hand mitten.
It's a lickety-fast knit, what with the fun of the color and pattern. The result on #4 dpns is more oven-mitt sized than anything else, which is why - even with the girly picot edge - these are a birthday gift for a man who is very sure of himself.

Friday, February 01, 2008

When Life Gives You Squirrels, Listen to Jazz

You feed the birds (tuppence a bag) and along comes a freeloader. That's how my yesterday went: I was happily doing a good deed for a friend and along came a freeloader to try to up the ante. L'Affaire Freeloader wasted my entire morning.

So it was with a double-glad heart that I took my new Domovoi Shawl out for a spin last night.We went to hear the Preservation Hall jazz band blow the roof off the sucka.

Double-glad was my heart because I grew up the daughter of a traditional New Orleans jazz fan. Each summer, he took us to see the old-timers (Billie and Dee Dee Pierce, Mr. Robinson, Willie Humphrey) who had helped define New Orleans jazz back in its earliest days.

Probably thirty years had passed since I last saw the band. All the old-timers were gone. Those are big and sassy shoes to fill and it's hard to make a living playing traditional jazz.

The band I saw last night, led by trumpeter John Brunious, put on an outstanding show. All the old-time virtuousity still lives and all love of the music, too.