Monday, September 27, 2010

the gray days

It's rainy today. I'm feeling under the weather as well, thanks to whatever plague the youths have carried home to share from school. There are only a few soothing activities I care to engage in when feeling as mentioned. My morning started with the usual email readings and deletings. All pretty passive. Then, seeing September making a hasty exit this week, I created our family calender for October (not that we do much really). That required finding a calaca and a calavera as appropriate to the month. Now I need to dredge up energy to meet with a school guidance counselor and Tom. (A flippin' Senior now ~ can you believe it?) After I get home, somewhat dampened from the rain, I plan on a cup of tea without half-n-half and a healthy dose of spinning. Ava has been waiting patiently in an old pillowcase for some spinning action and today seems perfect for it. Soon I should be right as rain.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

it's all about the monk

Well, here it is ~ done about two weeks, but the first time I could get near the computer to blog. Plenty busy-ness: minivan shopping, birthday party planning and execution, football season, avoidance of chicken counting. The simple ribbed collar certainly worked best for this simply constructed sweatercoat. Easy peasy to create: 8 mitered squares of a desired size (I think mine measured 12" x 12"), pick up about 50 or so stitches around the arm holes (figured after piecing the squares together) and then as many stitches needed to make a ribbed collar. This creation used a fair amount of Shetland spun for the past couple years so I am pleased with that bit of cleverness. Now Ava is all cleaned and ready to be spun for making something else.

In the meantime, there's that Matchbox car-colored mohair mix yet to be spun (drop spindle). The spinning skeleton and parrot painting has been waiting for some fresh paint. Other projects wait quietly in the wings for action.


Tuesday, September 07, 2010

R.I.P.

There are times in knitting when one falters and lets ego manage a project. This past weekend the heady surge of a completed second 3/4-length sleeve on my design-as-you-go monk sweatercoat got the best of me. My inflated ego had delusions of grandeur: a short-row collar, canted off to one shoulder. That, it thought, would look right nifty! I spent most of Sunday night working the large short-row collar in earnest only to find one bottom corner curling up. I tried it on with circular knitting needles dangling and found, to my chagrin, the monk sweatercoat looking less than humble. It looked garish.

When one falters so fantastically there is only one solution: the Rip Out.

Thus, last night saw me ripping out and winding on the short-row collar. Once all the stitches were back on the needles, I picked up that Zen thread of the simple, straight forward rib stitch. We're back to humble. The heavens sing.

The latest brushstrokes . . .