Sinzig cast on for real
in the doctor’s waiting room
because i was alone, it was quiet, and i could.
of the colors
in this picture
sweet vibrancy, no?‘sweet’ taken from 19:10 in the psalms.
the yarn is decided.
it’s the yummy ‘yotta’ from julie asselin.
broken rib, mistake rib, 1×1 rib? twisted rib, 5×2 rib?
i am so very undecided,
but the swatching sure is fun.
next, i must choose something quirky (must because i really, really want to).
i want something that will make me want one of my own.
there are so many great patterns out there,
why do i want to spend my time on this one
(besides that it’s a great ‘excuse’
to play with the ‘yotta’)?
i was gathering up the ‘usual suspects’
(buttons, handmade pins, closures)
when i figured out what
(get a load of the silver sparkly one!)
not sure which zipper yet,
but i am sure about one being involved
in this newly forming pattern
whatever stitch it winds up being knit with.
but, i’m getting ahead of myself.
one piece at a time.
back to ribbing.
who needs ice cream when i can have this?
freshly arrived from julie asselin, let me introduce you to yotta.
the light is no good now to get the colors to look right, but it’s wowy wow wow!
(the colorway is called ‘fjord’ and the blues are intense in a really good way)
gorgeous. at least 4 people tried to walk away with it
yesterday during sit ‘n’ knit at in the loop
(i fought them off w/pointy sticks).
have waited, and now it’s time i can finally grab the needles and have at it.
more about what it wants to become soon.
i’ll tell you as soon as it tells me.
in the dead of winter,
when i begin to feel that i might never get warm again,
i remember summers with my family near the ocean.
walks on the beach,
the sun warming
the back of my neck.
bring to mind
is truly coming.
all the while,
i smile at the
the childhood hope
that every clam shell
held a pinkish pearl
for me, and only me, to find it and set it free.
this scarf, ‘pearl’, was born of those memories
and how i long so for spring.
i like fringe on things. i like it a lot.
not on everything mind you. fringe has its place,
but i’m definitely a fan.
the thing is,
i’m also quite anal about it being straight and clean.
at least until it’s worn a bit and goes all boho on its own.
so, i’ve played around with ways to line it up
lay the piece to be fringed
flat on a table
or similar surface.
i like to use
the kitchen island
the light is good there.
tape a piece of
this will be your
your goal is to
keep the edge of
the knitting lined up
with the tape line.
next use a ruler/yardstick/etc
to measure out
however many inches long
you want the fringe to be.
parallel to the first piece,
to mark this length
you’ll cut the fringe.
now, if you keep
the end of the knit piece
on the first tape line
and cut on the second,
your fringe will be even.
and the only clean-up to do
is ripping two pieces of tape off of the counter and whisking away a few bits of yarn.
a job well done.
my 6 yr old’s take
on my latest design.
he tells me
the person he drew
is singing (as in caroling),
not screaming as it appears.
i think perhaps is is me
wearing the look of shock
that covered my face
when i found that
spud and chloe had
renamed this scarf after me.
such a total surprise!
looks much happier
to be wearing the real thing.
happy and warm
for it is cold out there,
grabbing a new year
by the horns
was for the faint of heart.
so look out 2012,
grey, with no relief in sight. typical new england weather…
due to the generosity
of ‘spud & chloe‘
i am about
by the horns
to tweak a bit here
and adjust a tad there
until a grown-up version emerges.
this is ‘outer‘
in a deep grey
with blue undertones
in all it’s super bulky lushness.
i can’t wait to get the pattern rewritten
and this actual sweater done
as i plan to wear it
all day, every day
all the white winter long…
my friend c is about to give birth to her 5th child.
my heart beats a little faster just thinking about that new life.
soon i will hold him in my arms and snuggle him up close to me.
there is nothing else quite like the smell of a brand new little person,
nothing else that pulls quite so hard at my heart as those first tiny cries.
now, my whole being longed to be able to do something
when the chilean miners were trapped suddenly underground
and i ached inside to hear that one of them was about to be a papa
while separated from the world topside by raw earth that could not be moved
fast enough for him to be there for her birth.
in the midst
i want that kind of faith.
the kind that hopes
when the solution
is not at all in sight.
the kind that
no matter what.
the kind that was
not too bitter
and not too afraid
to name her ‘hope’.
so that i will always remember, i have named this scarf ‘esperanza’.
these three cables attached only by horizontal strands of yarn
are somehow strong and beautiful and deep.
i thank God that He chose to rescue every
miner from that deep hole in the earth
where each man found himself
held fast for a time.
‘earth’ taken from 65:5 in the psalms.
photo courtesy of ‘triple c photography’.