May 09, 2006

Texture Shell

Otherwise known as, "The Adventures of Little Big-Head"

I am really fond of this one, though a high boat neck isn't exactly the most flattering thing in the world for a busty girl like me. I like the sweet little details, though - particularly the way the cables continue into the hem and cross at the turning row. It works both ways - under a jacket at the office, or on its own after hours, accessorized only with skin.

Pattern: My own (pattern available someday)
Yarn: Elsebeth Lavold Hempathy, in color 4 (White Beach)
Yardage: 3.5 50 gram balls (about 525 yards)
Yarn Source: All About Yarn
Needles: 3.25mm (US 3) Addi Turbo circular needles
Gauge: 6 st/inch over basket weave pattern
Modifications: --

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Stay tuned for the first installment of Unraveling this afternoon!

May 04, 2006


I do believe it could be called real yarn.

It's curious - I like to measure progress in things like narrowing a range of movement; shaving unnecessary seconds off the execution of a technique; understanding why each thing happens and how improving one will improve the other. . . but spinning defies those standards. I'm starting to think that improvement in spinning just sort of . . . happens. I can see, yes, that I'm starting to learn the approximate amount of overtwist I want in a single, but I'll be damned if I can explain how I think I know when it's just right. Likewise with pulling out the same amount of yarn with every drafting motion, with knowing just how much to twist during plying . . . the things that feel right often are. Some shadowy, cobwebbed corner of my brain is immensely satisfied by this.

Too bad knitting isn't the same. The neckline hem is almost done on my basketweave shell:

Which is all well and good, except, um:

I somehow completely forgot to drop one of the cable-flanking stitches. 10 nearly 300-stitch rows of hem will need to be pulled out, the shoulder picked open, and the neck shaping ripped to free it. Gah!

May 02, 2006

Unbearably Smug

Can you guess what this is made of? It's slubby and bumpy and generally ugly, but I am unabashedly proud of it - sort of like admiring your baby's spit-up, I'd imagine.

The lovely Amie (check out her article for Knitter's Review - wonderfully written and a must-read for anyone traveling to Sheep & Wool this weekend) came armed with tasty things last night: a drop spindle, her own excellent instruction, and more than enough fiber for me to spin happily, clumsily, obliviously, until it was suddenly much later at night than anyone had planned on.

From left to right: a little Dorset roving, a little Merino top, and an attempt at some mohair. Not pictured: the snarled, slubbly, broken, knotted, and tangled bits and gibbles my office is littered with.

What a wonderfully thoughtful gift (I've been meaning to learn to spin for months) - what a frighteningly effective way to lose hours! It's gratifying to know that you're making progress, of course, but to actually see that each attempt is a little better, drafting a little easier, thickness a little more even, plied yarn balanced a bit better? Completely addicting. The possibility of a wheel, of laceweight, of shawls knit in my own cobwebby yarn? Intoxicating. Thank you, Amie!

Summer sweater

The breather from last week is...still breathing. I knit hardly at all over the weekend, but I'm getting back to it - a light summer shell in Hempathy. The hand is quite soft, but the patterning is nice and crisp.

It'll have a high, very wide boatneck - demure and sweet over a camisole, except -

The back is cut to the curve of the spine. Worn the right way - over a backless, nude-colored bustier, with a businesslike pencil skirt and Serious Slingbacks - it will be incendiary.

April 27, 2006


That jacket, that dratted jacket, is giving me gauge woes. Gauge angst, more like - there's been some fighting and some pleading and some bargaining and finally some cursing to make a sailor blush, but it still ended up with an ugly needle-ripping incident and an order for an esoteric size of bamboo circular. My enthusiasm hasn't waned, no indeed - the whole colorwork portion will need to be ripped, but I can't wait for my needles to come so I can get back to it.

In the meantime, a little something to amuse:

More to show - and the whole Lurid And Tragic Tale Of The 3.00mm Needle - tomorrow.