Life's a Stitch

At last

  

The recap: A clone of the Carnival Shawl - couldn't locate the Rowan Classic Holiday #3 book with the pattern so attempted to replicate it from a photo.

Yarn: Noro Silk Garden Sock Yarn, 4 skeins (had about 30 inches left over) size G crochet hook

Pattern changes: the original pattern called for 36 (nine columns of four) hexagons, but I needed  44 for a wearable size (eleven columns of four). The knotted fringe was too tangly due to the "sticky" yarn, so I opted for tassels.

Impressions: A solid colour yarn would have done a better job of showing off the swirls. I do love the Noro Silk Garden Sock Yarn. There were not a lot of typical Noro issues (detritus, disintegration) with the exception of one or two knots per skein.

Time: Should have taken about 40 hours in total - you get a lot of shawl for your time. The joining of hexagons accounted for eight hours!  In comparison my Charlotte's Webs took 60+ hours.

Would I do it again? I will as soon as I save enough to buy the yarn of my dreams, cashmere or a blend, perhaps?

When does 5%= 26%?

Let's just call this the Life's a Stitch Equation. Or maybe it's the curse of rating your Ravelry project at 95% finished, Have you noticed the number of projects I have at 95% on Ravelry? Doesn't it seem that they get stuck there for a loooong time?

So, here's my math: Theoretically if I rate a project as 95%  in terms of time, I should have 2.5 hours left on a 50 hour project. But noooooo, as soon as I rate a project as having 5% left, it ends up growing exponentially. In the case of my Carnival shawl, that 5% grew to 26%. I'm afraid to do the math on the still being punished Print O'the Wave. 

So what was the hang up? Despite the kind advice of two knitting friends, I went ahead with fringing the Carnival. I did the knotted fringe shown on the pattern. What a MESS:The Noro Silk Garden sock yarn sticks to itself like Velcro. To tame it I attempted a second row of knots:

Attached to hexagons they hung at different angles. Hence (I wanted to say that just like my college math teacher), a bigger mess. The lovely blogless, but Ravelrous Zoe B, helped me untie 225+ knots in order to attempt a do over. We reduced the number of tassels by half and hopefully they won't turn into dreads. I was afraid that the fringeless Carnival would look like a tablecloth. FO photos in my next post.

Some knitting goodness, I've recently won two blog contests and the first package arrived this week courtesy of Kristen (Audioknits). What fun I'm going to have with the Trekking handpaint and Sheep Shop Number One in yummy colours. Then there are the foodie goodies. As an east coast girl I've heard of clam fritters and coffee syrup, but the Hot Weiner Sauce mix is new to me. I look forward to it. Thanks, Kristen!

Can't get no respect

So I started crocheting (needle art with the reputation of knitting's poor, but fast, cousin) a Carnival clone, made from Noro Silk Garden Sock yarn. Oh, you're making pot holders, someone said. No, it's a shawl. Next person commented on my coasters. Actually, it's a shawl. Yet another told me his grandma made dishcloths just like that. And one of my ravelry-mates told me that working with one needle just does not compute.

But I forged on and finished 44 pieces, or "motifs" as they say in the crocheting world, nothing like a little French to class things up. Took some time to develop a layout based on Noro's lovely shading and now comes the tedium. I enjoyed every part of this crochet project, its portability and particularly its speed, each motif taking about forty minutes. But who'd have thought the joining would move at a snail's pace? I'm betting on eight hours of stitching time. No whip stitch for me, I'm doing the crochet version of the mattress stitch, paying particular attention to yarn colour. It's slow, but the result has me hooked. I'm looking for yarn for my second Carnival clone, although I'm not sure any could be more perfect than the Silk Garden sock yarn.

How I spent my summer vacation

I have nothing to complain about, but my poor husband might. I led cheer as he laid tiles. I did get my chance to participate, scrubbing cement and grout for two days, and I have the bruised knees to prove it.

Have you ever gone to major expense just to hate something for years? We still maintain a US address in the form of an apartment in Washington state. 17 years ago it needed updating on a shoestring and we covered the floor with a pinkish/grayish industrial carpet found on clearance. Made from recycled plastic bottles it was so sturdy that you supposedly could use bleach to clean it. So practical, we thought, since we'd be using it as a vacation rental mortgage helper.

That carpet was a disaster from day one. How to describe the feeling on your bare feet? Dirty, sticky like velcro, and soapy come to mind. Anything, including water, and we have plenty of that being tracked in from our Pac NW cloud cover, left a dark grey stain. How short pile carpet could mat to such an extent is beyond me.

After visiting one of those four million dollars parade of homes houses in Florida, I had a scathingly brilliant idea (always loved that term from the Parent Trap). A quest was born to find indestructible Italian porcelain tiles for the kitchen and hallways, that looked like hardwood, at an affordable price. Sacrificing ideal colour for price we found them on sale for $1.97 a square ft at Seattle's Tiles for Less. Although we're experienced tile setters, we didn't figure into the cost, a full week of 12 hour days of sweat equity in 90 degree weather, all due to a crumbling sub-floor. Once again, thank goodness for the support of good friends.

This is getting to be the kind of woe is me long story that I'm not fond of. Here are some before and after shots, baseboard moulding still to come:

And here are the project mascots, banished to the outside. Blogless Marsha's Riley the Airedale and our Gracee:

The Reluctant Interviewee

I've lifted the idea from Karen and have loved reading other's versions of the spousal interview. So here he is, being questioned last night while cooking dinner:

Me: What is your favorite thing about my knitting?

C: That it makes you happy.

Me: What is your least favorite thing about my knitting?

C:  The line “I just need to finish one more row.”

Me: What is something I have knitted, that you recall as good?

C: Most all of it.

Me: Do you think knitters have an expensive hobby?

C: Tools are cheap, yarn is expensive.

Me: Do you have any hobbies?

C: Wood turning

Me: Do you have a stash of any kind?

C: Yes, but it is generally low in cost.

Me: Have I ever embarrassed you, knitting in public?

C: Why should knitting make any difference? LOL

Me: Do you know my favorite kind of yarn?

C:  I’d recognize them if I heard them- hmmmm- Koigu and those hand painted big skeins – Fleece Artist.

Me: Can you name another knitting blog?

C: Missouri Star (Dorothy, you came in ahead of the Harlot) and the Yarn Harlot

Me: Do you mind my wanting to stop at knit shops wherever we go?

 C: Not usually

Me: Do you understand the importance of a swatch?

C: To get your gauge.

Me: Do you read Life’s a Stitch?

C: Rarely, on occasion

Me: Have you ever left a comment?

C: Not online

Me: Do you think the house would be cleaner if I didn't knit?

C: Yup

Me: Anything you'd like to add?

C: Nope

 

Punishment

This is Print O'the Wave. I'm not sure who is punishing whom, but it is has been exiled to partial smothering in a zip lock bag on a closet shelf until it can behave better. You see, I've knit those last eight rows over so many times that I had to walk away. Eight rows of 20 stitches. For heaven's sake, give me a break.

On the topic of projects, here's what I decided upon for my Carnival shawl. Remember my dilemma - self striping  or solid colour to emphasize the spirals? I elected to go with Noro Silk Garden sock yarn, in cream and beige - the interest of the self striping with the subtlety of a solid:

Bliss

Not the Debbie kind, you knitters, but the extreme happiness variety, a spiritual joy maybe. I gave my niece and her new husband a wedding card, one I picked up on the run, with the improbable message: Love, bliss, forever. Being the practical godmother to this child, I wrote on the inside "Probably not bliss, but love forever." Here's the happy couple:

This sentiment provided good fuel to the discussion fire at several vacation social events this past week. What's your bliss was the opening question.Of course we had to set some ground rules as it became evident that many were drug and sex induced blissful experiences. So, no chemical or sexual pleasure allowed, what was your experience of bliss, your magical moment?

The concept was defined. Perhaps bliss could be felt in the experience of great relief or joy, second chances when none were expected. Some blissful feelings were calm, spiritual or profoundly grounding. Many were related to nature and travel - long afternoons, letting down on a tropical beach drinking red wine accompanied with a chocolate baguette.  Some were childhood experiences - running so fast in new shoes, so special the wearer felt he was the fastest person on earth. Nobody could ever beat him.

Have you come up with something? The one moment you wanted to go on forever? Or are you thinking what were these nutcakes drinking?