Saturday, March 26, 2005

Linen stitch scarves in cotton...not so fast.

The above blog zit is supposed to be a picture of my linen stitch scarves. Well, bloody hell. Apparently the test run was a's back to the drawing board for the pictures. In the meanwhile, I 've got my newest scarf off the needles and I just need to put the finishing touches on it.

Liz was planning to dye my Butterfly yarn last night. I'll talk to her later and find out if it was finished. No real rush. As yesterday's activities was clear, I have enough "needs to be finished" to keep me going for a while. And I have another bucket full of needs to be ripped and recycled.

Yesterday was a lot of fun. There was a giggle or six. We accomplished a lot but by the time we were finished, I think we both had a headache. The flourescent lights in Liz's office flicker a bit and there are a lot of white walls which just magnifies the problem.

Today's project is to see if I can't finish the second sock for Silas and maybe (fingers crossed) start the second "Kool-aid" sock. The yarn is my first dying attempt and if I do say so myself, not so bad.

Talk at you's all laters; thanks for reading.


At 8:23 a.m., March 26, 2005, Anonymous Ellen in Conn said...

Ha! Karin says she doesn't do raok's! Well, just let me know where, and I'll send you (or her!) a pound those little 6" bits of yarn I've been saving for thirty years to make tassels. No, I'm just pulling your leg. I de-junk on an irregular basis. And I wouldn't do that to an innocent person I don't know.

Fibonacci pink and purple knee sox are next on my knitting agenda.

Weather in Connecticut - about 35F this morning, but the crocus and winter aconites have been up for a couple of weeks, so there is a lot of hope. The chickens' water bucket has not frozen in a week. We are on the coast, not up in the hills where they are iced in a week or two longer.

At 9:18 a.m., March 26, 2005, Blogger Kate, the Odd Ball Knitter said...

Pink & purple in a fibonacci series...sounds very interesting.

Okay, girls, I'm going to bite...what the hell is a raok? I've been reduced to stopping 9 yr olds in the streets to ask, thinking it had to be one of those totally cool person words. So far I've only found the most dreadfully unhip kids going?

De-junk? Hmmmmmmmmmm do you hire yourself out? Give lessons? I try to keep a head of it and then I just lose my head and I'm back in the same mess as before.

Oh those little itty bitty bits and pieces...somewhere I have about a dozen diamonds made from sock yarn. I think the theory was that given enough time and sock leavings, I would be able to make a sweater. I should live so long.

I've got a stash buster story for ya all. I'll see if I can't get the bloody photo uploaded. I'm quite confident that it is do-able. I'm just not holding my tongue right or something.

At 3:29 p.m., March 26, 2005, Anonymous Karin said...

raok = random act of kindness. Wow, I'm the 'cool, hip' one in this bunch. For now. Let me revel - doesn't happen too often. Anyway, just for your edification and education, there are some blogs/bloggers/followers who shower each other with these 'raok's' almost constantly. And then post pictures for all the rest of us to see. I think its nice that people can and do send each other little (and not so little) gifties, especially hand-dyed, hand spun stuff, but I don't really count those as raok's....enough about that stuff!

Ellen - thanks for the thought - I have my own 6" bits of yarn all over the place. What is it about us knitters (and probably other craft-type people) that makes it so hard to part with totally useless lenghts of yarn. I myself only started sock knitting about 2 years ago, and we all have big feet in this family, yet I still have all these little ends left over - many are self-striping or jaquard. They're in a glass vase right now - looking kinda pretty. One day I'll make some horrendously ugly pair of socks or gloves out of all the leftovers. Hmmm, maybe each finger of the glove can be a different yarn? That would be cool. Or maybe not. Until I make up my mind, though, I can't possibly throw them out.

At 4:18 p.m., March 26, 2005, Blogger Kate, the Odd Ball Knitter said...

Random acts of kindness....yes, that would be the confuzzulating part. My life is populated with primarily with random acts of complete and utter madness.

At 7:31 p.m., March 26, 2005, Anonymous Ellen in Conn said...

Ellen in Conn said...

Remember the phrase "random acts of violence and senseless cruelty"? Someone a while back transmogrified the phrase to "random acts of kindness and senseless beauty". There is a book or two and websites etc. about the concept. A friend of mine always pays for two cups of coffee at the drive-through: one for herself and one for the person behind her. Once in a while she finds that her own has already been paid for.

About the sox - my sewing room has moved into the living room so I can strip and paint and sand and polyurethane, just as we move into final exam season, but when it is all over I will be able to get at the drawer with my circular needles, and then spend a few weeks avoiding studying to knit, and then, since I don't have a digital camera, I will put the sock on the scanner-printer-photocopier that my bottom-of-the-line computer came with, and send you a picture of my sock. Socks. Always two. Anyway, don't hold your breath.


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