Archive for January, 2010

The Itchy and Scratchy Show!

Friday, January 29th, 2010

One of the groups on Ravelry that I’m both a member of and actually take part in is LSG. We’re a bunch of foul-mouthed, opinionated wenches at the best of times, so when the call went out for a VD day swap, how could I possibly refuse?

My parcel arrived in the post this week, from a lovely tweasel in the UK

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A suitably LSG card, some fantastic handmade soap, and a dice bag with “Bite Me” stitched on it. The other cool bit about the bag, which I haven’t snapped, is that it’s lined….and the fabric has booze bottles all over it :)

Totally awesome!

This morning, I rose at the horrific time of 5.30am, so that I could take a trip to the airport and pick up the fabulous MorningSprite, who’s visiting from Virginia/D.C. for a bit. While we chatted on the way home, we mostly vanished to our respective rooms for naptime. Her brain was telling her that it was 3am; mine that I’d only had 2 hours sleep.

She did manage to give me an envelope of awesome before heading to sleep though. Inside was

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A hand bound notebook of handmade paper and a copy of Made in Brooklyn, which I’ve been trying to get my grubby little mitts on since it came out. The best part?

signed

Tee hee hee.

Jared Flood is fab. So fab that he even spelled my odd Irish name correctly in the dedication.

Tee hee hee.

So now that I’m awake again, have had tea and biccies, and am firmly ensconced on the sofa, I’m feeling much more human. I don’t have the ability to take decent photos of purples though, which are a challenge even on a good day, so there’s no picture of the Clapotis-in-progress. Next time.

Next time will also have photos of either a lovely and perfectly serviceable slouchy beret, or one of me crying as I frog it. It was a lovely pattern. IS a lovely pattern. Simple, but looks really faaaancy when it’s done. Except mine, which is currently blocking over a breadplate. I fear that it may be less slouchy and more beanie on me. Somehow I managed to use the right size needles and yarn, and end up with a mini-beret.

Let’s see how much blocking can actually do. I am both optimistic and fearful.

Baby, it’s cold outside

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

The snow, which had been dusting the countryside since Christmas, arrived on New Year’s Eve by the bucketload. Blizzard proportions and such a novelty that most of the guests at our party took the opportunity to dance about outside amidst the white flakes.

A week later, the gloss had worn off. The temperature hit -13C on more than one occasion. The snowdrifts were topped up daily by fresh snowfall and in some parts of the country people were left without heating as the oil in their tanks froze solid.

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Newspapers report it as being the worst winter in eleventybillion years. Last time I remember there being snow of this level (as backed up by the local papers) was in 1982. In honesty, I don’t remember it very well, but my dad tells me about it from time to time, and I’m glad it’s fuzzy.

Not being able to leave the house is something that drove me insane. The roads were too dangerous to walk on, particularly in sheltered little cul-de-sac places like ours that had 4 inches of the white stuff on a good day. I nearly killed myself dealing with the wheelie bin on the Monday after new year’s, and my window herb garden gave up the ghost -  that was really the straw that broke the camel’s back.

plants

I did the only sensible thing for a knitter to do.

I went stash-diving.

Since January 4th, I have….

Squee’d some more over my secret satan parcel (not shown is the fabulous High Seas shawl pattern by Kieran Foley which the lovely Lucy dropped into my Ravelry inbox!)

secret-satan

…and I’ve done a lot of knitting, starting with these puppies.

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Knee socks in Lorna’s Laces shepherd sock (South shore is the colourway).

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A Foliage hat from Knitty in Malabrigo Chunky (Indigo). This yarn is like crack, it really is. It’s also the first hat in living memory that I can wear for hours and hours and not have the overly sensitive skin on my face get angry with me. I always giggled to myself when the line “Malabrigo cures excema” was uttered on the Lime and Violet podcast, but they weren’t wrong!

After this, I cracked out my brand new 8mm Lang needles (see previous bit about having an awesome secret satan swap partner!). Which are really Addis, but aren’t sold as addis. There was a problem with the UK/Irl distributor of Addis, you see, so they could not be had for love nor money in this country since…some time during the summer. Now these Lang needles are available, and are not Addis. Even though they’re made by Addi, have the same pointy tips and fabulously smooth connectors that have made me an Addi obsessive convert. Long story short - buy Lang needles, cos they’re awesome, and come in bamboo as well as metal.

…but i digress…

My new needles were introduced to some Twilley’s Freedom yarn, which has been sitting in my stash for two years at this stage. I had done some stash swappage when I was living in Belfast, intending to make a booga bag. Unfortunately my washing machine has a knackered heating element, so only washes on cold. Very good for the environment, less so for felting.

The Cherry Garcia pattern has been in my queue for months and months, so I set myself up in bed with my yarny bits, a beer (or two) and season 4 of Supernatural on my laptop. Episodes, beer and knitting went very well. Next morning, I realised that I’d made a bit of a mistake and done all of my cables to the front, instead of doing every other to the back. Ah well. At least it’s all matchy! No big deal anyway, as I’m totally gonna make another of these babies in the future.

boozeberry

I finished that off yesterday afternoon at SnB, which is a miracle all of itself, as I usually get more chatting, drinking of coffee and looking at everything else that’s going on at SnB instead of working on my own project.

There may  possibly have been some pouty looks when I arrived home, swathed in woolly goodness, so I cast on a hat for the husbeast that will fit over his big mop of hair. It took about 2 hours, and has reminded me why big needles are so fan-fecking-tabulous. Instant gratification for me and big smiles from HusBeast.

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The top actually sticks up slightly in a vaguely pointy and cute way. I think it’s cute anyway. HusBeast approves because it’s still a manly hat, in a manly charcoal colour, which matches his scarf in a manly way….and keeps his poor widdle ears warm.

……I may get tickled to death for that comment. Totally worth it :)