Author: Lorette

My name is Lorette. I learned to knit in 1999, and took up spinning in 2009. I'm a physician specializing in internal medicine, and live in the Pacific Northwest. Enjoy my blog!

And Here We Go Again…

I’m back to being finished with the knitting on Langsjal Jóhönnu, as of this morning. Here it is in a couple of pieces:

And the grafting started again.

That’s it. Row 37, neatly flanked by my safety lifelines, which are going to stay there until this baby is completely f******d.

That’s it. That’s all I’ve got for you in the knitting department. I ended up ripping a big section of Cobblestone, too. I decided that I will drop the line where I start the garter stitch to where my waist would be, if I actually still had one. Since I’d already merrily knit past that before I made that decision, I ripped. There seems to be a lot of that going around here this past few weeks. I’ll show a photo of the sweater in progress the next time.

I also missed my blogiversary in March. How lame is that? March 26th, 4 years ago, was my first post. It’s been a really fantastic four years, and in honor of the anniversary, I hope to have something f******d soon.

In other really big news, we drove this off the lot and home yesterday.

It’s technically John’s car, but I’m really excited that it has lots of room in back for yarn purchases. He was driving a 14 year old Volvo that was on its last legs, so he deserves it, don’t you think? Also, he was trying to think of the last time he actually bought a new car, as we mostly get “pre-owned” cars and drive them to death before giving them up. 1968. 1968, people, that was the last time my hubby actually purchased a brand new car for himself. Oh yeah, it’s a Hyundai Santa Fe. Sweet, eh?

Edited later to add a photo of the new car in action. Apparently it’s dog-approved. And apparently the dogs have a different idea about the yarn-storage compartment. (The light-colored Corgi in front is Pete, the neighbor’s pup.)

The “F” Word

No, I’m not talking about that “F” word, though that one did get used a bit yesterday as well. I’m talking about the “Finished” “F” word. You know, where you are approaching the end of a looooong project, and you are merrily grafting along on 125 stitches, thinking cockily to yourself, “I’ll be Finished with this one soon!” I just wonder what I’ll knit next!”

In my defense, I actually did finish that looooonnnnngg grafting row on Langsjal Jóhönnu yesterday. I was about to pull out the last two lifelines when I decided to look it over first. I gave a simple little tug to even out some stitches, and the yarn snapped, unzipping about three inches of the grafting seam in the center. Really, I wasn’t tugging hard, not even as hard as this puppy will get tugged around during the blocking. I think my grafting was much too tight, so it would have needed to be redone anyway.

After the first horrified thought of running to the back yard and lighting the whole mess on fire, I took a careful look at it.

I fiddled with it a bit, trying to get those unzipped stitches corralled on needles, then decided that the whole seam would need to be redone anyway, and just undid the length of it.

That’s the big mess, off the needles. I frogged the bigger piece back to the lifeline, and got it back on a needle without too much swearing (giving thanks about every two stitches that I hadn’t ripped out the lifelines). The smaller end piece was a different story. I hadn’t bothered with a lifeline when I did this one, and I kept unravelling row after row, trying to get to a row where I could actually identify stitches to get on the needle. This whole section was a mess of double yarn-overs and  Sl-K2-psso’s, and I finally gave up and just ripped the whole thing out.

Ahem. There might have been a few f-words heard along with this one, too. John was smart enough to leave the room and go watch the basketball game during this part. (Go ‘Heels!*)

I reknit the last 15 rows or so of the big section. This time I placed a lifeline on the second to the last row, so if I have to do this again, I’ll only be a row short. I tried out a new-to-me trick with the lifeline. The Options needles have a tiny hole at the base of the needle, which is used with a tiny tool to tighten the needle on the cable. If you run your lifeline through this little hole, then knit the row, it pulls the line through the stitches as you go.

That hole is really tiny, but I use waxed dental floss (Glide Original!) for my lifelines, and you can smoosh the end of it so it will go right through. Note that if you use stitch markers along the row, this method of threading a lifeline through the stitches won’t work, as your line will also end up through the markers.

I didn’t invent this method, by the way. I’ve seen it several other places, but Fleegle has several links for how to do this here. She even drilled holes in some of her other circular needles to make this possible.

Then I cast on a whole bunch of stitches, and started the second end over.

Thirty rows to go, then another lifeline, then I’ll try that grafting again. Loosely, this time.

*Yes, I married a Carolina boy. He made me learn the Tarheels Fight song before he would marry me.

Project Roundup

Well. I’m back from my little unintended blog vacation. What can I say, Shift Happens (see previous post!). I have been knitting a bit, though the past couple weeks have been overrun by work, and this week, church activities in preparation for Easter. I haven’t gotten nearly as much knitting to brag about as I’d like, but here goes.

Here’s what I’m working on now:

That’s the Cobblestone sweater, almost up to the underarms. I still haven’t decided if this is for me or for John. I’d love to wear this one, but that line where the stockinette turns to garter at the yoke falls right across the boobage line. In a skinny flat-chested girl, maybe that would be flattering. Me, not so much. We’ll see when it’s done. This is good mindless round and round knitting, sort of like a big sock.

Next:

Yes, this is still the first of the pair. I really need to finish these before I get sick to death of them. I love how the stripes changed at the heel and gusset. This is Madeline Tosh yarn in Amaranth.

Last but absolutely not least, I’m close to actually finishing Langsjal Jóhönnu. I have spent the last few weeks weighing the remaining ball of yarn after every repeat so I could use as much of it as possible. I’ve ended up with 46 repeats, and am ready for it to be done. For those of you who haven’t done this one, you knit the first border, then the body, then on another set of needles knit the second border, then graft the two together. Yes, that would be Kitchener stitching 125 stitches. Here’s where I am:

There’s also an edging of single stitch crochet chain to go on each end, but I’m not sure I want to bother with that. I might start it and see what it looks like. It might help the thing block flatter and not ruffle at the ends.

And the grafting started:

The color in that photo is closer to the real thing than the first photo up there. In some light this looks just navy blue, but in natural daylight, it has a deep royal purple color.

And I’ll leave you with a photo of what’s blooming in my front entrance:

I think it’s confused about which holiday is this weekend. Happy Easter everybody!

Oops…

I Did It Again…


The Yarn Truck came this weekend! I don’t know what happened, they just deliver this stuff when I’m working. Ok, ok, I’ll reset the shopping counter, if you all insist. Part of the problem with ordering online from vendors who are also bloggers who know me is that they can bust me big time when I break the yarn fast and don’t “fess up”.

The top yarn is Dream In Color Baby, in the color Flamingo Pie. I bought this from Kris, and honestly, I’m pretty sure she must have a warehouse across the street from my house. I ordered it, and it was here 2 days later. Go there, she might still have some left. This will be a shawl someday, when I quit squishing it and start knitting.

The second yarn is from Shelly at Butternut Woolens. It’s her once-a-year special, the Rabbit’s Foot angora blend, color Foxglove. This will make some great socks. I just love this yarn. It’s soft and fuzzy, and that photo does not do justice to the colors.  She included a little sample skein of one of her other sock yarns, which are equally lovely.

We’re off tomorrow on another adventure. One of my sisters lives in North Dakota, the other in Phoenix. Guess which one we’re all descending on for a week in March? I’ll be in the sunny state of Arizona for a week. We have lots of activities planned for the week, including a few* adult beverages! I’ll try to post from the road. I’m off to pack the knitting projects!

* OK, maybe more than a few…

Yarn Porn

I got a couple of requests from my Oodles of Yarn post, for more yarn porn.

For Chris:

Oooh, shiny! It’s nearly impossible to photograph that accurately. It’s much more, well, black, with hints of color as you turn it in your hand. It is just lovely. This is the color Grawk. I could not possibly resist a hank of yarn with the name Grawk. It’s Socks That Rock Raven series Silk Thread, enough to make something lacy (perhaps this?).

And for Debi:

That’s Shoefly sock yarn, from Angora Valley Fibers. Yes, it really is that bright. The color is labeled “One of a Kind”, and I don’t see this yarn on their web page. They do have some fairly wild colors, though, Debi, including a lime mix in their Lacewing fingering sock yarn.

Last night was the first night of Wintergrass. Thursday is often sort of a ho-hum night. It’s not terribly crowded, and usually the bands are less well-known, and sometimes, um, a little dull. This time was different. The place was packed, every group was great, and the last half of the evening was devoted to Black & Bluegrass, with some outstanding music from a few African-American old time string bands.  Old time string bands are my favorite, so I was sad it was over. My favorites tonight were Laura Love & Harpers Ferry, and the Ebony Hillbillies. The rest of the weekend has a great line-up too, so I’m looking forward to what’s next!

Random Things From My Day

Here are just a few random photos and comments of the day:

Notice how Riley and Lewey’s facial markings are similar!

My newest knitting bag. Go here to get your very own. This one is the Carpetbagger Briefcase/Purse, measuring 12″ by 17″ by 5″, and it’s plenty big, but not too big. They have a larger one which is much more expensive, and would be a little too large to actually carry around.

I spliced in the final ball of the Icelandic lace shawl. Now that the end is in sight, it’s starting to get fun again. I hardly want to put it down.

I love this stuff for lace knitting. Put a little on your hands, rub it around, and that pesky sticky yarn just glides through. Real unscented talc, not that fake stuff; you can get it here.

Wintergrass starts tonight. We have festival passes for the whole weekend, so I’m just ecstatic. John, not so much, though he humors me. We’ve finally come to a solution. I show up Thursday night at the beginning, and don’t miss a note until Sunday evening. He comes and goes as he pleases, and we’re both happy.

While you’re here, check out “What I Am Listening To Now” on the sidebar. There are some of my current favorite bluegrass artists over there.

Now, to go get the knitting ready. I think the Cobblestone sweater will be perfect: miles and miles of stockinette in the round. That Icelandic stole won’t be in the bluegrass knitting queue, though. I’m not a complete idiot.

Oodles Of Yarn!

The astute reader will note that the yarn buying ticker was reset. This past weekend was the Madrona Fiber Arts Winter Retreat, and I had no illusions from the beginning of this little yarn fast of making it through that one without buying yarn. I mostly bought sock yarn*, with a couple of skeins of laceweight thrown in for good measure.

If you think I’m going to post individual photos of all that, you’re delusional. Let’s just say that when I fall off the wagon, I fall hard.

I had guests here for the Madrona weekend. Kris had also signed up for classes, and Dorothy just came along to shop and play. They all stayed here all weekend, and we had a blast while John waited on us hand and foot (thanks, Sweetie…that was the best Valentine’s gift!). Dorothy brought Maggie, her Corgi pup along for a play date with Lewey. Lewey is seriously in love. Here are a couple of photos from the weekend.

I took an all day class from Evelyn Clark on Designing Lace Triangles, which was terrific. She is a great teacher, and I learned a lot about shawl structure, as well as some techniques that will carry over into non-lace knitting. The following day was a morning class from Kathy Connelly on learning to knit continental style. I learned to knit as a confirmed “thrower”, and wasn’t all that convinced that I could learn this particular new trick. During the class, I knitted several rows of garter stitch, then some stockinette. Ok, this isn’t so bad, I thought, but nothing to write home about. Then I tried a K2 P2 rib pattern. Oh yeah, baby, now I see the point. I’m now a converted “picker”. Once I finish the projects I currently have on the needles, I’m never going back. All in all it was a great festival…good classes, and a great market. Combine that with wonderful friends, and what’s not to like?

This coming weekend is the annual Wintergrass extravaganza, so I’m getting my bluegrass knitting lined up. Next time I’ll post some project photos!

*Because we all know that sock yarn doesn’t count!

$350 Is A Lot Of Yarn, Buddy

We had a little excitement around here yesterday. Lewey the Corgi is affectionately known around here as the Garbage Scow. He just eats stuff. It helps that he’s low to the ground, so at the park and on walks, he just runs with his head down and his mouth open, scooping up whatever is in his path. Mostly it doesn’t seem to bother him. Tuesday night he started vomiting rather prodigious quantities of everything he’d eaten, all over the house. It seemed to stop, and yesterday morning he seemed better. Then he ate again, started the cycle all over, and late yesterday we made a vet appointment for him for this morning.

As the evening wore on, he became more and more “not-Lewey”. He was listless and looked fairly pitiful, along with throwing up over and over. By about 11PM when we were getting ready for bed, he couldn’t walk without staggering a bit, and we had to pick him up to carry him upstairs to his bed. We decided to throw in the towel and took him to the all-night emergency vet. Several hours later, after xrays, meds, and poking and prodding, the diagnosis? “We think he must have eaten something.” No kidding. The good news was that it didn’t sound like a bowel obstruction, and he looked like a new man after some fluids and some nausea meds.

This morning? He’s dashing around, ate a little bowl of blended chicken baby food, no throwing up. He’s back at our regular vet now to get their blessing, but I’m pretty sure he’s back to normal. But Buddy, that was my Madrona yarn money. Don’t do that again.

You All Make My Day!

I’ve been given an award!

Both Shelly and Laritza made my day by giving me this award! I get to award ten other fine bloggers who make my day. Some of these may have already gotten this badge of honor, but I figure it can’t hurt to be mentioned more than once!

It’s difficult to pick just ten. I have a couple hundred knitting blogs in NetNewsWire, though I don’t have anywhere near enough time to keep up with all of them. Here in random order, are some of my “regulars”.

Claudia, of Claudia’s Blog

Kris, of Knitting Wannabe

Dorothy, of Missouri Star

Stephanie, the Yarn Harlot

Tiennie of Tiennie Knits

Chris, of Stumbling Over Chaos

Marjorie, the Prime Time Knitter

Alice, of Miss Alice Faye

Francesca, or Fluffbuff

Jane, of Quiddity

I could go on an on. The list is long, and these ten bloggers are just a very small sample of the wonderful talent and humor out there. These lovely women, along with Shelly and Laritza, really make my day! All of you, go nominate ten other bloggers who make your day.

And Kris and Dorothy are going to make my week. They are both coming to stay with me this weekend, for a fun and knitting-filled vacation! The Madrona Fiber Arts Festival is this weekend, and both Kris and I are signed up for classes on Friday and Saturday. On a whim, I asked Dorothy to join us, so she’s packing up her yarn and needles, and Maggie the Corgi, and heading south for a few days. Now I just need to go take a shower so I don’t have to pick Kris up at the airport in my jammies.

And yes, I am planning to fall off the “knitting only from the stash” wagon for the weekend. There will be some lovely goodies there, including Shelly’s Butternut Woolen sock yarn, and my credit card has cooled off enough that I really NEED to buy more yarn.

Face Lift!

I decided to give the blog a new look! A little remodeling and renovation never hurts, I say. What do you all think?

John says “thanks” for the compliments on his new sweater. I still haven’t managed to get it away from him for a good blocking. I guess it will do just as it is.

I have started a new project:

It’s the Cobblestone sweater from the Fall Interweave Knits. The yarn is Classic Elite Skye Tweed, Tapestry. It’s a little weird to knit with, sort of rough and “stringy” feeling, but once it’s washed and blocked it gets very lovely. This one will be for me!

I’ve also gotten far enough into the  do-over of the Madeline Tosh Amaranth sock to show another picture. This one should actually fit. I’m surprised at how different the stripes look just by adding a few stitches around. The first photo is the too-small sock, on fewer stitches, just for comparison.

There you go! I’m off to forage for lunch.

Big Grey

I finally finished something! After months of knitting, John’s Big Grey sweater is done, and he loves it. And it fits. Here’s a photo:

Project Specs:

Yarn: Peace Fleece worsted, color Negotiation Grey.
Pattern: Father/Son Pullover, from Peace Fleece
Needles: Knit Picks Options circulars, size 6&7
For: John, my sweetie pie
Started: September 2007
Finished: Yesterday
Modifications: None, really. Oh yeah, I picked up fewer stitches around the collar than the pattern recommended.
What I learned: I still like knitting plain stuff. Both of us tend to dress like the Lands End Poster Child, and our wardrobe is, um, rather plain. A plain grey sweater was just what the boy wanted, and it’s just what he got. This is one of the few sweater patterns I’ve seen that actually uses short row shaping for the shoulders, so you don’t have to convert it yourself. The neckline also uses short rows, and instead of binding off the neck and then picking up stitches for the collar, it leaves them live. It’s a well-written pattern, with no glitches that I discovered.

Now, I just need to get it away from him so I can do a little post-sewing blocking.

Here are a couple of post-Hawaii photos to show you what we came back to last week.

Ick, ick, ick. The snow didn’t last long, but we had ice on the streets for several days, and the forecast is just rain and more rain. And I have had the cold from hell the past few days. I rarely get sick, but this one really knocked me out. I was pretty sure it was Ebola for a few days there.

And I have one more Hawaii photo to show you.

Sweet Pea liked Hawaii, too.

Where In The World?

We’re on the road again (wait, wasn’t that a song?), this time to Hawaii. We got here on Friday, and we’re using a week of our timeshare on Oahu. It’s a beautiful place, certainly, and made even lovelier by the fact that January so far has been one of the all-time greyest and rainiest in the Pacific Northwest. I really needed to get out of Dodge before I started shooting holes in the refrigerator. A little sunshine midwinter goes a long ways towards getting me through the season without spending time in a sanitarium.

Here are a couple photos of where we are:

On the knitting front, there have been a few knitting accidents lately. The purple Langsjal Jóhönnu stole is proceeding without incident, thanks to judiciously placed dental floss lifelines. I haven’t needed to rip back to one yet, but I’m certain that if I stop using them, I’ll make a colossal error and have to rip the whole thing out. The lifelines stay. They may brand me as a knitting wuss, but there you have it.

The grey Peace Fleece sweater is nearly done. It would be done by now, but I had some issues with the sleeves. I finished the first sleeve and was well on my way on the second one, when I decided that the whole thing looked rather suspicious. I put the front and back together, and then pinned the first sleeve in and had John try it on. I was a bit concerned that the whole mess was going to fit Andre the Giant, but the body seems to meet with his approval. The sleeve? It reached past his fingertips. So I re-jiggered the sleeve increases on the second sleeve, and it looks like it will be about the right length. Now I have to rip out the first one back to where I changed the increases, I’d estimate about a third of the first sleeve needs to be reknit. I brought it with me, but I’m not so excited to knit on heavy worsted weight yarn when it’s 80 degrees outside.

Then there are the socks. The yarn is Madeline Tosh sock yarn in the color Amaranth. I’ve gotten about this far on them:

That would be one sock, a little over half done. I’ve been concerned all along that this was going to be too small for my big feet, but marched on, knitting along anyway. Just call me the Queen of Denial. I tried it on yesterday, and I was right. I can barely get them over my instep. I thought about just finishing them and giving them away, but I need a new pair of socks, as I haven’t really finished a pair in a long time. And I really love this color. So I ripped the whole thing out and started over yesterday. I have about an inch of ribbing done at the moment.

And that’s all there is in the knitting news. We’re off to church, then to Chinatown for dim sum this morning. I wonder, are there any yarn stores in Hawaii?

Yarn Barf

There is a little trend going around the blogs of knitting directly from the unwound hank of yarn, instead of winding it up into center pull balls. I’m pretty sure that the knitting-directly-from-the-hank knitters, who shall remain unnamed here, were just pulling our legs on this one. I rolled my eyes at the first blog report on this, but then when two or three more reported that this was the best thing since sliced bread, I decided to try it.

I’m here to report that, with certainty, this clearly does NOT prevent yarn barf.

And no, I didn’t take pictures, but it just took me the better part of an hour to untangle the mess that ensues when you try to get all smarty-pants and follow the latest knitting fads. I wasn’t about to leave the mess spread over the entire kitchen floor with the pet menagerie drooling around the edges like a pack of wild hyenas, while I went to fetch the camera. Let’s just say that from now on, I’ll be dutifully winding my yarn hanks into neat little cakes.

I promise knitting progress photos in the next post. I’m off to wind yarn.

Oh, and Dorothy reminded me that I needed to add Lewey to the sidebar. If you look over there to the left, there he is!