Finishing Friday

My Meezer Ulmus came off the needles last night, and was blocked in short order.  It was just the right size to use the diagonal of one panel of my blocking board as its long edge.  Then it was a simple matter to pull each point out to the sides of the board and pin them…no measurements required.  With the Ulmus pinned to just one panel I was able to pick it up and take it out to rest on the drying rack in the garage, free from Meezer wallowing.

This morning I pulled the pins, and was very pleased with the final results. 

The slip stitch pattern takes on a more subtle color blend after bloccking. Pre-blocking it reminded me of a woven fabric I had seen at a woolen mill in Wales. 

No photo shoot in this house is complete without Meezer intervention. “But Meowmy, you said it was a Meezer Ulmus!”  So I did, Torrie.

The Geeky Knitter Shops

It all began with an innocent perusal of the July/August 2009 Piecework issue. All was fine until I reached page 6.  There, in all its glory, was an ad from Lacis for mini-hooks.    I have one of these sawed-off beauties for picking up dropped stitches when sock knitting.  It can be a life-saver for lace knitting, too.

This ad caught my eye because it offered 16 sizes from 00-14. (If these numbers don’t make sense to you, see this handy size chart that compares crochet hooks and knitting needle sizes, and also gives their mm.) Any of you who have tried placing seed beads on lace weight yarn with a crochet hook know the desirability of steel crochet hooks in the 11-14 range.  It takes a hook that small to fit through the beads.  The other notable fact about these hooks is that in today’s craft store/big box store environment they are scarce as hen’s teeth.

Lacis offeres free shipping for on-line orders, with a flat $4.50 handling charge/order.  It seemed to me that my most economical move would be to place a complete order now, rather than piece-meal it out.  They’ll be sending me sizes 11-14.  Oh, and I bought the lobster claw clasp that will corral them all on my chatalaine.  Who said a knitting geek couldn’t be an old-fashioned gal?

Ooh, a package!

Recently Margene at Zeneedle had a comment contest in which she marked the even hundreds of comments as the total approached 50,000.  That’s a lot of blogging/reading/commenting!  I was fortunate enough to be one of the winners.

Then sadness entered the blog, as Margene posted a brief note that tragedy had come to her family, and she’d be back after a while.  We could only pray for God to hold her family in his arms. When Margene was ready to blog about the tragedy, we learned that her great-niece, Charlotte, had died at the very tender age of 15 months.

Life trumps blogs, folks, and in such sad circumstances I expected the contest to be canceled.  Yet Margene values her friends, and sent an email that she would be shipping my prize shortly. She had inquired about my favorite colors and treats.  (Never met a blue or green I didn’t love.  Treat = tea, and here I don’t care for green – go figure!)   Yesterday it arrived!

LSU is playing in the College World Series, so my description may sound a bit like play-by-play.  That’s a three-base hit, Bob.  On first base is Soft Spun, out of Brooklyn Handspun.  It’s wearing the team colors “Winter’s Welcome”, blue/green/white. This is one cushy yarn, and the fans just love it!

On second base is Tarajulie, a strong slugger of black tea.  Tarajulie’s hitting record is for a nice, heavy-bodied, malty, sweet cup of tea.

On third base, waiting to steal home and the hearts of the fans, is Sunshine.  This soap is from blessed juno, and is a real star of the team with essential oils of orange, tangerine, lemon, lime, and litsea cubeba.  Sunshine is superfatted with shea butter, and can throw as well as bat.

Thank you, Margene, for such a lovely prize package.  My cats were fascinated with the soap fragrance, by the way.  I forsee much hand washing, followed by kitty hand washing.

Oh, did you miss the game last night?  I now have only 12 rows to go on the two-color section of Ulmus, and LSU has one game to go to be the College World Series champ.   Second game tonight – knit on!

Who, me?

Yes, I know I’ve been unusually quiet.  I’ve been over here, on the sofa, knitting.  For the record, the Easter Monkey socks are done.  I won’t bore you with another picture…it looks just like the first one. . . and that’s good.

Unfortunately, for my total number of projects, I continued to read blogs.  Oh, the wonderful things my friends are knitting.  I succumbed to Ulmus, by Kirsten Kapur.  Choosing the yarn for this shawl required two day’s research.  I read all the Ravelry’s KAL posts, saw everyone’s color choices, and diligently searched the on-line yarn shops.  As is often the case, I fell in love with one color, Persia. Then the difficulty was finding a contrasting color to play second-fiddle.  I finally settled on Indiecita, the color the designer used for background/lace in her example. It looks much “bluer” in person.

I had to order from two yarn shops to get these two colors.  Both shipped promptly, but while I waited… from my closet came this small, sock-yarn voice, “Pick me!  Pick me!”  It was the Down Home Art Yarns Sock, in Riverbed, by Ray at knitivity. (Click the link for his excellent colorway photo.)  I personally think of this colorway as “Siamese Cat”.  It was purchased as Ray began again after Hurricane Ike, and has been waiting, patiently, for just the right pattern.  (You’ll have to humor us in Louisiana.  We tend to tell time by hurricanes.)   Let me just say that I love Ray’s yarns, and wholeheartedly recommend them to you.

The KAL spoke of colorwheel oposites, so I tried some Lorna’s Laces butterscotch, orange across from blue.  It wasn’t a pretty picture, dear readers; you’ll not have to look upon that combination.  Frogged! Then I remembered the generous skein of Knit Picks Bare in my sock yarn stash.  It played nice, indeed. As of last night, my Ulmus has 22 ever-increasing rows until I get to play with the lace section.  I’m happy!

The collective wisdom of the Ulmus KAL is that you can’t knit just one.  I do plan to knit the Malabrigo yarn, just as soon as this one is off my needles.  After all, this is my first Malabrigo!

The Easter Monkey

I’ve taken a fancy to the Easter Monkey.  No candy or eggs were involved.  There wasn’t even any fake grass!

Actually, I cast on a pair of Monkeys between services on the Second Sunday of Easter.  (For my friends who belong to non-liturgical churches, Easter is a season of the church year, and runs until Pentecost.)  The yarn is Morandia’s MIB Fibers in “Close to Pastel”, purchased from the Knitting Asylum.

I was struck by how much they looked like an Easter confection.  They were, from early on in the first cuff, my Easter Monkeys.

The first sock was finished before our Disney vacation.  The second sock has languished, partly due to the fact that this is my third pair of Monkeys. (One other pair for me, one given as a gift.) The novelty has worn off, even more than one might expect on the second sock.  I have made progress since vacation, though:  the cuff, heel, and gusset are completed now.  There’s nothing left but racing (crawling?) for the toe.

Monkeys tend to be a bit snug on the foot for me in the 64-stitch cast on, but that size is dandy for the cuff.  I have developed a technique for expanding the foot that I’d like to share with you.  When I decrease the gusset stitches, I don’t take the heel side of the sock all the way back down to the original count (32 stitches in the case of a 64 stitch cast on).  If I decrease to 36 stitches for the sole and 32 stitches on the instep needle I get the extra room needed for my bunion.  When the sock is long enough, I do a decrease round on the sole needle only, a plain round, and another sole decrease, and one more plain round before I begin my standard toe.  The finished product looks like a proper sock, and fits so much better.

The Monkeys get to go in the car with me, while the larger sweater projects remain behind.  They went to Knit Night at the Asylum last Thursday, and the admiration they received encouraged some knit progress.  I’ll take them to my eye appointment this afternoon.  Perhaps I should get out more, if I want to finish these socks.

Knitting appreciated

I have read many a sad story about a knit gift being scorned by the recipient.  Many knitters have crossed whole groups of relatives off their “knit for” lists.  Perhaps you’re ready to hear a story with a different outcome.

Earlier posts told the story about the baby I’ve called Emmanuel.   (more about the name in a moment)  He was born March 14th, at 2 lbs., 8.8 oz and 15 inches.  Sunday was his first day in church, the first time for us to hear his cry…more a mew.  The white baby blanket I showed you on May 4th  was knit for him.

Today I received a thank-you note from the family, stating ” Thank you so much for the wonderful blanket.  I know that we will cherrish it for a lifetime.”  There was a baby picture included, with his name – spelled Immanuel.

After all the knitting rejections, that note made my day.  I thought it might brighten yours too.  Happy knitting!

At Sea for Pentecost

Yesterday was Pentecost, the day the Holy Spirit descended on the disciples, and the birthday of the Christian church.  We had a lovely service, marked by the first attendance of baby Emmanuel (the premie I knit a white blanket for).

At home, I decided to mark the day by doing something different.  I put aside the two sweaters I’m knitting for moi, and worked on a scarf for Christmas at Sea.  Last year I knit scarf and cap sets for them as I traveled in the car.  This year I’m not on the road every weekend (whew!), and have to make an effort to keep my charity knitting in the schedule.  This weekend, to show for my renewed efforts, I completed a long-ignored cap which went with a scarf that was done.  I also cast on and knit 2/3 of a scarf for a new set.  I’m feeling so productive!

The Knit Before Christmas, their newsletter for 2009, arrived this week and prompted me back into action.  You’ll want to go take a look, because there are several neat patterns included for using up scrap yarn.

In addition, there is a project for sending personal care items that non-knitters could help with, too.  DH and I are buying the items a bit at a time, to have a packet to go with each knit gift by shipping time.  He was very helpful at finding a hypoalergenic, non-scented hand lotion as our first purchase.  DH is taller than I, and has the useful talents of being able to read fine print higher than I can, and then being able to actually reach the bottles.   I just love my tall, handsome hubby!

Cast On, Maties!

Swing Swing was completed, I was tired of the second sock I’ve been working on,  and…you know what happened.  I cast on the Ladies Jacquard Sweater Vest from Knit Picks.   I have had the pattern and yarn on hand for several months, waiting for opportunity and sufficient boldness to begin.   The yarn I’m using is Palette (it’s fingering weight) in Celadon Heather and Bark. 

Let me say that the instructions are clear and there is bonus information from the designer available on the Knit Picks web site.  However, the chart was small and faint (to this old knitter’s eyes).  Here’s today’s knitting technology tip:  I took my charts to Office Depot’s copy center.  They enlarged them and darkened them for me.  The clerk even gave me the intermediate color copies, in case I ever needed them enlarged again.  Sweet! I just looked in my copy bag, and found a receipt for $3.36, including tax.  It is worth every penny, in my opinion.

On those few occasions in the past when I have knit color work, I wove all the floats in, using the Philosopher’s Wool technique.  This pattern specifies not weaving in the floats, twisting only on runs greater than 11 stitches.  On the needle it looks all “loopy”, and makes me a bit twitchy.  I find myself stretching out sections, to verify I am doing the right thing.  (I know I am.)

The only problem with the Jacquard Sweater Vest is that I lost my place if I listened to my audio books.  I have two books checked out that I had to wait in line for;  listening must happen.  Therefore, I cast on another sweater.  (Hey, knitting logic works for me!)

When the Spring/summer 2009 edition of debbie bliss knitting magazine hit the book store I saw an add for Jennifer by designer Jenny Watson.  It’s in the Araucania Collection, Book 1.  Both DH and I loved the picture.   I didn’t find it then, but never forgot that marvelous cabled sweater that played well with kettle-dyed yarn.

Then last week I was called to bring some keys to Baton Rouge for DH.  As long as I was in town, I decided to drop by Knits by Nana.  I was puttering around the book room/sale yarn room, when Missy asked if I needed help.  Spotting that same debbie bliss magazine, I showed her the ad and asked if she carried that pattern.  Why, yes she did.  In fact, she was knitting that very sweater herself.  It was fate…DH had caused me to drive to Baton Rouge, and he is, after all, my official Patron of the Knitting Arts.  Show me the Araucania!

Here’s where it got complicated.  The colorways Missy had were more variegated than tone-on-tone.  There was a blue/green colorway I could have enjoyed, but Missy fessed up she had been knitting with that one.  One sweater front came out green, one blue.  Oopsie!  I went hunting for yarn equivalents, and found Manos del Uruguay Wool Clasica in color 19, Dove.  It is pale grey with green and blush overtones.  Love! 

I have completed the back and begun the left front. This is one sweater that will look much better after blocking.  I know other knitters will understand that this is its “ugly duckling” stage.

Yes, I can knit this and listen to my books.  I have just finished Summer on Blossom Street, book 5 in the series by Debbie Macomber.  It was the usual Blossom Street book delightful character development, good knitting.

Now I am listening to The Cemetery Yew, book 3 in the Martha’s Vineyard Series by Cynthia Riggs.  I began this series when I discovered the eMedia service from my library this summer.  The hardest part is when I have finished one, and must wait my turn for the following book.  The Martha’s Vineyard Series is that perfect marriage of good writing and good narrator.

A Special Nurse

I want to tell you about one of my classmates, Sadie Gobert.  Sadie went to LPN school in the 1960’s, and worked for Our Lady of the Lake hospital in Baton Rouge from her graduation.  After all those years she was encouraged to go on and get her RN, and became one of my classmates in 1986.

Sadie by then had been the one to orient many new RNs to their job.  She was that rare nurse (even for an RN) that could call a doctor in the middle of the night and say “I can’t give you any specific measurement that is out of whack, but I strongly feel that your patient is in trouble” and the doctor would come right over.

We used to laugh in school that everybody at “the Lake”  knew Sadie.  As we walked the halls to lunch, passing nurses would wave “Hi, Sadie!”.  Doctors would greet her, “Morning, Sadie.”   Patients being wheeled to hyperbarics would wave and call “S-a-a-a-d-i-e!” .

Sadie and I graduated from high school the same year (different states).  Together with four other older students, all of us with teenagers of our own, we formed a study group.  We were a mixed lot:  3 LPNs, I a paramedic, one a high school graduate, and one had a GED after dropping out as a freshman in high school. Because Sadie lived closest to the hospital we often went to her house to study.  We told our classmates we’d gone to “Sadie’s Bar & Grill”.  Our teachers were scandalized!   All six of us graduated as honor students, in the top 10 of our class.  There was quite a work ethic in that group!

Sadie was our model for nursing pratice.  I’m talking about the art of nursing, the things they can tell you about in books, but you have to grow into.  I can’t imagine someone I’d rather have at my bedside giving care.

All this is in fond memory.  I received an email this week telling me that Sadie had died in September, 2008.  She was the first of our class to die.    So many miss her.  God bless her soul.

A Tree Quest

Seven years ago this month I took Amtrack’s Sunset Limited train from New Orleans to Los Angeles for the birth of our granddaughter, Maggie Rose.  As the train pulled in to LA I saw several beautiful lavender flowering trees.  What were they?  Certainly not Crepe Myrtles – those grow here, and I know them well.  This (new to me) tree was the dimensions of a young oak or maple – full girth and height.

As we waited for Maggie’s birth, DD and DSIL showed me the attractions of LA, including the la Brea tar pits.  There, at the edge of the parking lot, was a whole row of lavender flowering trees.  DSIL is an MIT-educated rocket scientist.  Identification of west coast flora is not his specialty.  DD grew up, well, most places except the west coast.  She’d not seen them before, either.

Fast forward to our Disney World vacation this month.  As we entered Epcot, I spied two rows of lavender flowering tree framing Spaceship Earth (the big silver ball).  That’s the tree!  That’s the tree I saw on Maggie’s birth trip!  I asked the ticket takers “What’s the name of that tree?”  They admired it with me, but didn’t know.

We asked the guest relations cast member who was passing out schedules near the entrance.  He didn’t know, admired the tree with me, and directed me to a gardening pavilion.  Wonderful!  Terrible – it was only open on weekends.  Boo!

Those of you who know the determination of this knitter know the quest didn’t end there.  After all, the Annual International Garden Show at Epcot was in progress:  someone must know!  We inquired at the master gardener’s kiosk near the dancing fountain.  The lady staffing it was nice, admired the trees with me (by now, I was showing people close-up photos on my digital camera), and said she didn’t know.  le sigh!  But, if we could come back before they closed at 5 pm, she would find someone who knew.  Alas, it got busy, and we were a long walk away from the kiosk at 5 pm.

The next day we returned to Epcot I was determined to try again.  We found a different lady staffing the master gardener’s kiosk.  Picture shown, admired, not recognized…you know the drill.  Yet, as we were exchanging regrets, another lady arrived.  She was a horticulturalist from one of the Florida Universities, and she knew right away the tree I’d been seeking.  “It’s a Jacaranda, the Mimosa variety.”

Yippee!  I had visions of lavender flowers on my lakeshore.  Alas, we live about a zone and a half too far North for the Jacaranda.  At least my quest had been successful.

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