January 29, 2010
Winter
I used to have a lot of fun writing. Whether that writing turned into short stories or ideas for longer stories or even the odd poem here and there, inspiration used to be bubbling away. Then in college a lot of that energy was used up trying to finish term papers for classes and generally keeping up with studying and life. Creativity took a big hit and got transferred to other things like knitting and armor making (that’s also a story for later). Now that grad school is done and I seem to be finding that elusive fantasy of free time again, I’m exploring all the fun reading I had set aside and also finally recognizing the glimmers of ideas for writing again.
Yesterday morning on my way to work it was snowing, the wind was blowing like crazy, and it seemed like the coldest day yet of winter. I had a line stuck in my head when I sat down at my desk, and I was idly playing around with all the w words that came to mind. From a few lines sprung this quick and still rather awkward poem:
The winter wind is wildly whistling,
it wails and whines while we whimper for warmth.
Woeful we wait when winter is whirling;
whiskey’s not warming and walks only weakening -
willing us weary, the white warden is watching.
Yet suddenly silent, the sun sweeps skyward.
Spring sallies forth! Sweet smells spring anew.
Sweeping and singing, the sunshine she strengthens,
soft shadows swaying - summery solaces swell.
Too soon tides are turning, temperatures tumble;
trees are transforming and tricksters tramp through.
Thanks truly told temper the twilight,
where a winter welcome waits to awaken again.
Can you tell that winter holds court here for a while? I love living in a region that really shows the four seasons, and for the most part I appreciate winters and the crisp cleanness they bring. But some days the wind and the cold get to me and all I want are sunshine and even just the illusion of warmth.
Yet one of the great things about winter is curling up at night under a blanket with a cat or two for company and then either reading or knitting until it’s time for bed. This year one of my goals is to keep track of what I’m reading and how many books I’m making it through – leading up to the goal of finally reading a lot of the books I already own and that so far have only served to take up room on my bookshelves. If I finish the two books I’m in the middle of right now, at the end of January I’ll be at 18 books – far more than I ever thought I’d get through in the first month. Granted, more than half of those are from a series I reread and the list is comprised of a lot of fun fiction, but I was stunned when I added up the page count and it came to just over 5000. I’m looking forward to an interesting year of books!
January 25, 2010
FO: Evenstar Fingerless Gloves
One of my last catch-up FOs are these awesome fingerless gloves, made to help a friend stay a bit warmer in her freezing apartment.
Pattern: Evenstar Fingerless Gloves (Ravelry link here – if you haven’t joined, you should!)
Needles: US4 Boye DPNs (pattern calls for 3, but since my friend and I are healthy sized humans, I went up a size)
Yarn: Good old Caron Simply Soft, in Dark Country Blue. I love this yarn because it’s wonderfully soft, easy to work with, and fabulously cheap. I have enough left over after the pair of gloves to make probably another singular glove and still have a bit left over.
This pattern is great, and really clearly written. However, remember me saying that I’m a literal pattern reader? Yup, still had to make some modifications to give my brain an easier time finishing these puppies. I realized when I had to take out the first glove twice that (well, the first time was to realize I needed to go up a needle size, then because of pattern difficulties). The original pattern is written with the main cable pattern written out, and then additional notes on what stitches to add to needle one and then what to distribute among the other two DPNs – which you need to change up a bit as you switch from the initial ribbing to the main cable pattern (MC). This was not working for my brain, and I couldn’t remember which rounds to also remember to cable on the other two needles (small cables also trail up the underside of the arm, until you get to the palm area). So I did a minor modification. I changed the pattern to read what to do for needle one, meaning I added a P2 to each side of each row of the MC instructions; then I starred each main cable row that also had to be cabled on needles 2 & 3. Simple, easy, and helped the gloves just fly by.
This was also my first experience with Elizabeth Zimmerman’s thumb trick, and I think it turned out pretty well. There was plenty of room in the thumb, even for those of us with bigger hands. The only thing I might change is to add maybe one more stitch along the palm side of the thumb. On one glove I ended up with a bit of a hole, because of the yarn being a bit more stretchy there – a lot of tension gets put on one picked up stitch. When I was weaving in yarn ends I went back to that pseudo hole and did a bit of reinforcing, and I’m really glad I did. In the finished glove there’s no sign of a hole, and in the long run the gloves should wear better.
January 18, 2010
FO: Dotty Dog
Needles: US3, of my Boye needlemaster kit.
It seems that while I'm a literal pattern reader - I usually do exactly what patterns tell me to do - directions like "placing 'dots' randomly" or to work the gusset in stripes "using the 'dot' colours randomly" do not compute. I don't do random easily. So I had to go and make myself a pattern in MS Paint for the gusset, in an attempt to organize the randomness.
Coming soon, some finished fingerless gloves, a hat in progress, and the products of some fiber therapy this weekend: a sewing machine cover and a DPN holder. Sew delightful!
January 04, 2010
Snappy Croc and the early demise of the Christmas tree
To get guage, or really to get close to it (in toys, I don't find gauge a deal-breaker) I used US 2s instead of 3s. The yarn was Tatamy Tweed, in Forrest and Lime, with a dash of Cherry for the mouth. For longevity, I use buttons for eyes instead of felt, although I did use felt for the mouth.
To put in a bit of contrast, I made the lower body a different color. Seaming is one of my least favorite things, and why I'm usually so slow to finish certain projects. However, I switched to using a mattress stitch for all seams - feet, body, mouth - and they flew by. Then it was just a matter of biting the bullet to get the teeth cut out and attached and voila. When my nephew unwrapped this on Christmas morning, he was (for a 14 month old who loves "borrowing" everyone else's toys) pretty happy. Although I think my 33 year old brother was more intrigued, and the croc almost snuck home with him!
The day after Christmas I headed back home, afraid of how many ornaments I might find down, stahsed, or drowned. I had been away since midday Christmas Eve, and Portia knows how to amuse herself quite well. I found the tree, surprisingly, exactly as I had left it. That was not to last. Over the next few days, Portia was mostly good - only an occasional bell or angel went exploring. The Wednesday after Christmas I treated myself to a matinee of Sherlock Holmes (very good, by the way. I'm no Holmes expert at all, and have really only read a bit of the canon, but I think the characters, story, and action of the movie were really well done). I came home to this
The tree had been on that little table, and nicely decorated with lights and ornaments. The snowman (up in the righthand corner) had been sitting on the tree skirt, trying to reduce the amount of table space in which Portia could make a landing. I found the first ornament just inside the door. I followed the trail into the living room. Portia, I think, had jumped onto the table, got caught in a hanging loop of lights, and spooked. Down went the tree. Thankfully, no ornaments were harmed in the escapade and the few bent branches were easily straightened. The tree and ornaments were immediately put away and are resting up for next years' ordeal.
January 03, 2010
New year, new beginnings
I'm a bit behind in posting about projects - there were two things finished just in time for Christmas, and two more belated Christmas projects that I'm just finishing up now.
But for now, I'm mostly absorbing the difference that this new year brings in comparison to last year. Last year, it was all I could do to make it to January 1, 2009. So many things happened in 2008, both good and bad, that it came down to a question of survival. Each day it was picking out the balance, trying to find meaning in certain things to help me move forward and move on. There were brilliant flashes of light (welcoming a brand new niece and nephew, twins), and heartbreaking losses (the passing away of my grandmother and surrogate grandmother). There was getting over a break-in and theft at my apartment. But also delight in seeing my best friend and two other very close friends married - but then saying goodbye as they all moved away. It was a constant emotional up and down. Getting to the new year was a breath of fresh air and I resolved to try to have less stress and to keep trying to see the balance in everything.
Keeping that optimism wasn't always easy, but the year was so much smoother and better that I still can't believe it's already gone. 2009 was a year of getting to know good friends better, seeing more wonderful people get married and start new lives together and others begin to plan weddings. It was a year of intense crafting and learning about what all I could do with a set of knitting needles and unsuspecting yarn. I found some zen in knitting, peace in my new apartment, and happiness with where I am at in my life right now. I can only hope that 2010 continues that journey.
Coming tomorrow - the early demise of the Christmas tree, and the last projects of 2009 . . .