Oh my, there is just so much I want to knit. My queue on Rav is over 20 projects, my favorites and library well over 100, but alas, so little time...
For now, I have made awesome progress on Talise, I've split for the armholes, and am working on the back yoke. I did find a bit of errata, but did the mathz and think I have it right.
My Mom's shawl has been a journey... To be polite. I started with Dream in Color's Wisp, and the Haruni pattern. I felt the yarn was too thin and not really showing off the lace. So I frogged, and found some gorgeous alpaca dk. Which has such a glowing halo the lace was lost. Gah! Mom LOVES the Wisp, so I went pattern searching, and think I'm going to make her an Omelet. That goes on needles this weekend.
Lastly is a little portable project, from Never Not Knitting's new collection Botanical Knits. I love each piece in this book, and the photography is worth the cost alone. Just beautiful. I'm working on the twin leaf loop, but, in a theme it seems, I'm not loving the yarn I pulled out if stash for it. I do like the pattern, and this will go into gift stash, but I hate not loving my projects.
I am being lazy and will link tomorrow. Edited to add... IT'S TOMORROW - I linked!
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Fair-Isle, a life allegory
Isabella took her first step on her first birthday. She took a single step, fell down, and proceeded to continue just creeping along the furniture for another three weeks, unwilling to let go and risk falling, failing, again.
I am exactly that creature. I refuse to be bad at things. I either do things well, or not at all. If I identify something that I might fail at, I work to practice the component skills, until I can be sure another attempt will be successful. This analysis paralysis, this need for perfection, or excellence at the least can be limiting, but at last I am finding a willingness to try new things again, to risk failure a second time.
As evidenced by stranded knitting. I had always left colorwork to my infinitely talented mother, to scared to try. I knit many things, but none in more than one color. Or big stripes than were a simple change from one color to the next. Five years into my knitting life, pregnant with Bridger, I found an adorable blanket pattern, a baby and mommy elephant, complete with blankets on the elephants that carried four colors. I finished the intarsia portion, with minimal trouble, but failed miserably at the two tiny stranded blankets. That blanket is still in its bag, unfinished. I keep jokingly say that I'll finish it for one of his kids. So for the past five years, I have knit more items, lace, cables, but not color.
Until now. I discovered the Never Not Knitting podcast, and in listening to the archives, followed another knitter's journey into new techniques. She referenced a pattern for a beret, a perfect pattern for knitters new to stranded colorwork. I looked it up, thought it was cute, and propelled by the gauntlet that Mom threw down last month, I decided to look in the stash for appropriate yarn, and cast on. I looked up videos, and got a few clutch tips from the ladies in my knitting group, and actually did it. I did it! And I love it.
Fear can be so limiting. But I have learned that fear is a constant companion in my life, so I will use it as the force to make me leave what is safe, and familiar, and easy for me. It's not brave if I'm not scared, and the rewards of leaving my safe place have proved worthwhile. Maybe I can show my daughter it's ok to fail in the pursuit of learning. Fail, get up, fail better next time.
I am exactly that creature. I refuse to be bad at things. I either do things well, or not at all. If I identify something that I might fail at, I work to practice the component skills, until I can be sure another attempt will be successful. This analysis paralysis, this need for perfection, or excellence at the least can be limiting, but at last I am finding a willingness to try new things again, to risk failure a second time.
As evidenced by stranded knitting. I had always left colorwork to my infinitely talented mother, to scared to try. I knit many things, but none in more than one color. Or big stripes than were a simple change from one color to the next. Five years into my knitting life, pregnant with Bridger, I found an adorable blanket pattern, a baby and mommy elephant, complete with blankets on the elephants that carried four colors. I finished the intarsia portion, with minimal trouble, but failed miserably at the two tiny stranded blankets. That blanket is still in its bag, unfinished. I keep jokingly say that I'll finish it for one of his kids. So for the past five years, I have knit more items, lace, cables, but not color.
Until now. I discovered the Never Not Knitting podcast, and in listening to the archives, followed another knitter's journey into new techniques. She referenced a pattern for a beret, a perfect pattern for knitters new to stranded colorwork. I looked it up, thought it was cute, and propelled by the gauntlet that Mom threw down last month, I decided to look in the stash for appropriate yarn, and cast on. I looked up videos, and got a few clutch tips from the ladies in my knitting group, and actually did it. I did it! And I love it.
Fear can be so limiting. But I have learned that fear is a constant companion in my life, so I will use it as the force to make me leave what is safe, and familiar, and easy for me. It's not brave if I'm not scared, and the rewards of leaving my safe place have proved worthwhile. Maybe I can show my daughter it's ok to fail in the pursuit of learning. Fail, get up, fail better next time.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Work in progress Wednesday - therapy edition
I was once a two-pack-a-day smoker. I've always been a type A nervous worrywart. The brain is on high idle, ALL THE TIME. It never stops. So in May of 2003, upon discovery of a rather surprising pregnancy, I needed to quit smoking. So I taught myself to knit. In a weekend. Although I wasn't totally new to knitting, as my mother had tried to teach me when I was ten. I ended up being able to knit, not much else, attempted a sweater, failed, and gave up for the next 13 or so years.
That first weekend I got a Learn-To kit, and enough Lion Brand Homespun to make a blanket, and each time I wanted a smoke, I would knit. I made an entire afghan that weekend, and thus began the therapeutic use of knitting in my life. Better than Xanax, I tell you.
So while things are shit-stormy, I knit. A lot. Among the UFO's in my cabinet that I still need to decide a fate for, I have 3 active projects going right now, all different and wonderful in their own right.
This is Talise, a lovely tunicy sweater for me, that I'm knitting in a cashmere blend. So soft, simple but with just enough detail to make it interesting.
I recently completed my own version of this shawl, the Haruni, and my mom loved it so much she asked for her own. A knitted hug, although the lace weight yarn takes getting used to. This lead to the last WIP.
Mom is the queen of color work. Rarely using any pattern at all, she creates the most amazing things. She doesn't do lace. I of course said, " why not, it's easy". To which she replied, "so is color". So I'm trying. Again. I hope this turns out cute.
Both kids are picking up sticks too. Love my smalls.
That first weekend I got a Learn-To kit, and enough Lion Brand Homespun to make a blanket, and each time I wanted a smoke, I would knit. I made an entire afghan that weekend, and thus began the therapeutic use of knitting in my life. Better than Xanax, I tell you.
So while things are shit-stormy, I knit. A lot. Among the UFO's in my cabinet that I still need to decide a fate for, I have 3 active projects going right now, all different and wonderful in their own right.
This is Talise, a lovely tunicy sweater for me, that I'm knitting in a cashmere blend. So soft, simple but with just enough detail to make it interesting.
I recently completed my own version of this shawl, the Haruni, and my mom loved it so much she asked for her own. A knitted hug, although the lace weight yarn takes getting used to. This lead to the last WIP.
Mom is the queen of color work. Rarely using any pattern at all, she creates the most amazing things. She doesn't do lace. I of course said, " why not, it's easy". To which she replied, "so is color". So I'm trying. Again. I hope this turns out cute.
Both kids are picking up sticks too. Love my smalls.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
What I've been up to
Oh hai blog. It's been a couple of months, and here you are. I'd really like to make posting here more than the occasional mental purge from the soapbox. Don't worry, I will stand on my soapbox from time to time, but I'd love to have more of a record of the day to day, particularly as I prepare to move on to the rest of my life.
Oh yes, I said prepare. Eighteen months post separation, I'm still not divorced. It's been frustrating and souls sucking, but I keep walking. It will end.
Medic school - done! State Practical exam - taken! On to clinicals, hopefully starting in march.
Work - so much of getting divorced has been waiting for things to happen to me. This past week I decided to make something happen FOR me. I gave notice at 2 of my part time jobs, and upgraded to full time at the Ambulance Company. I will start my new schedule in march, and have benefits in April. This is huge. I am so happy with this decision.
Life - it moves on. The kids keep me crazy happy content scared whole all the time. The Squish, code for my partner of the past 18 months or so, is still defining all that a partner should be. The ponies have settled into their home and provide me with contentment and an empty bank account each day. I knit a lot lately - stress relief I guess. It's ski season, and I sometimes wish I could just have a weekend to catch up at home, but I know nothing else. So we go.
Here are some photos of the past while...
Oh yes, I said prepare. Eighteen months post separation, I'm still not divorced. It's been frustrating and souls sucking, but I keep walking. It will end.
Medic school - done! State Practical exam - taken! On to clinicals, hopefully starting in march.
Work - so much of getting divorced has been waiting for things to happen to me. This past week I decided to make something happen FOR me. I gave notice at 2 of my part time jobs, and upgraded to full time at the Ambulance Company. I will start my new schedule in march, and have benefits in April. This is huge. I am so happy with this decision.
Life - it moves on. The kids keep me crazy happy content scared whole all the time. The Squish, code for my partner of the past 18 months or so, is still defining all that a partner should be. The ponies have settled into their home and provide me with contentment and an empty bank account each day. I knit a lot lately - stress relief I guess. It's ski season, and I sometimes wish I could just have a weekend to catch up at home, but I know nothing else. So we go.
Here are some photos of the past while...
Friday, December 14, 2012
The Problem With America
20 children were gunned down in their bucolic upper middle class suburban public school today. This is the SEVENTH mass shooting in America this year.
You are the problem if you believe your right to bear arms outweighs the right for any citizen to have immediate access to affordable mental health care regardless of their employment status.
You are the problem if you think it is ok that it's easier to buy a gun in America than it is to go to a doctor.
You are the problem if you think that gun regulation is a lost cause because then the black market will take over. The guns used today were legally bought.
You are the problem if you have ever said "Guns don't kill people, people kill people. " TELL THAT TO A PARENT WHO IS LOOKING AT THEIR CHILD WHO JUST DIED OF A FUCKING GUN SHOT WOUND.
Today is my daughter's 9th birthday. I want her to grow up in a world where we do not facilitate gun violence.
I live with a restraining order in my pocket. Threats of gun violence were made against me and my partner. That order will do nothing if the mentally ill person who made those statements decides to make good on it. There are certain guns that no civilian needs, hunter or not. Concealed carry is a fallacy of safety. We need to unbury our heads from the sand and follow other nations who have much stricter laws and lower rates of gun related death. The. End.
Legislate. Regulate. Universal healthcare. Protect our children.
You are the problem if you believe your right to bear arms outweighs the right for any citizen to have immediate access to affordable mental health care regardless of their employment status.
You are the problem if you think it is ok that it's easier to buy a gun in America than it is to go to a doctor.
You are the problem if you think that gun regulation is a lost cause because then the black market will take over. The guns used today were legally bought.
You are the problem if you have ever said "Guns don't kill people, people kill people. " TELL THAT TO A PARENT WHO IS LOOKING AT THEIR CHILD WHO JUST DIED OF A FUCKING GUN SHOT WOUND.
Today is my daughter's 9th birthday. I want her to grow up in a world where we do not facilitate gun violence.
I live with a restraining order in my pocket. Threats of gun violence were made against me and my partner. That order will do nothing if the mentally ill person who made those statements decides to make good on it. There are certain guns that no civilian needs, hunter or not. Concealed carry is a fallacy of safety. We need to unbury our heads from the sand and follow other nations who have much stricter laws and lower rates of gun related death. The. End.
Legislate. Regulate. Universal healthcare. Protect our children.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Emergence
Bridger is developing critical thinking and problem solving skills, as evidenced by the following exchange:
Bridger: I want to play trains!
Nora (B's BFF): I want to play doctor!
Bridger: I have an idea... My train is sick!
Brilliantly played young man.
Bridger: I want to play trains!
Nora (B's BFF): I want to play doctor!
Bridger: I have an idea... My train is sick!
Brilliantly played young man.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
December photo project #1
This is one of the few things I will gift knit this year... Grand plans, life interruptions, but next year, next year I start the gifts in January.
I love this cowl. Beautiful squishy yarn, evergreen Christmas tree hue, but summer leaves climbing. Juxtaposition.
I love this cowl. Beautiful squishy yarn, evergreen Christmas tree hue, but summer leaves climbing. Juxtaposition.
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