Actual Garments

My knitting is more than just about squares right now.  I’m finishing a reversible vest from Knit One Below for my Mom – and i like how the colors and the drape in the fabric turned out:

I did some short rows on the back, and the nice thing about this technique is that you don’t have to wrap the stitches – sweet!

reversible vest 1e

And I’m working on something for me — Slinky Ribs from Custom Knits by Wendy Bernard.  While it looks like it would fit a second grader, it actually is fitting well:


So, I’m hoping to finish the vest and the sweater so I can devote next week to the Afghans for Afghans baby blanket squares.  The first one from Gwendolina came in the mail today:




I’m a loyal listener to This American Life with Ira Glass.  It’s one of my all-time favorite shows, probably because I like to have stories told to me.  Maybe I missed out on this stuff, or I’m just a lover of stories.

They’ve got a deficit of about $120k this year because they have a free weekly podcast, and while folks like me have made donations, apparently it was not enough.

So, how cool is it that they are going to have a video-cast to movie theaters of a live show tomorrow night.  And, alhtought it is only showing in 400 theaters across the nation,  said show will be showing at the movie theater that is a 5 minute walk from my house, across from the best pizza place in my town (Mulberry St. Pizza). And that my knitter friend in crime, Judy, will be meeting me at the pizza place for dinner and then we’ll go across the street to the show?

And, of course, tonight Ira Glass was on the Colbert report.  Here’s a link to the show.  It is a good week.

I just hope it’ll be bright enough to knit in the theater.


More Blankets

Just when I thought I was done with the Afghans for Afghans blankets, yesterday a sad post about Mason-Dixon Knitting’s Kay Gardiner was revealed.  Kay’s husband died after a brief illness.

In the post, Ann Shayne asks the knitters to knit for Afghans for Afghans in Peter’s memory. I had the modest idea of collecting worsted-weight squares for a baby blanket on Ravelry here. It quickly multiplied, and we now have almost five  baby blanket’s worth of squares in process – well distributed work, I might add.

Out of the ashes of grief and loss, five babies will be warmed in Peter’s memory.  That’s new life I can believe in.


When Kittens Grow Up

catyarncard0001, originally uploaded by skatfantoo.

Udderly fantastic feline play.


Sockfest, the Sequel

I’m in a ton of socks today, it seems. Yes, I washed a bunch of socks, so that was good. But there are other socks in the house, and they were getting restless that the other socks were having all the fun. Even though the ends were not tucked in yet, they demanded equal time:

a4a socks

These are my baby and children’s socks for Afghans for Afghans. There are a couple of more that I finished earlier that are at Bluebird. It’s great to finish up using all the scraps from the Log Cabin blanket, and the Radiance Cabled Cardigan, and other miscellaneous sock yarn bits for the toes and heels. I think I’ve perfected two techniques now — Lucy Neatby’s garter stitch heel, and the German twisted cast-on. It’s nice to have them in my memory bank (for now at least!).



I needed to wash a bunch of my socks, and put them out to dry on the sweater dryer (with a small fan to move things along):

Handknit socks

Seeing them there, it took me back a year or two ago. Originally I had the goal of having a full week’s worth of handknit socks.  The number above is eight pairs.  I remembered that I have a couple of pairs in the drawer, and then there are a couple of pairs that I wear as house socks in bed.  Twelve pairs of handknit socks, just for me, 10 to wear outdoors in the real world.

This is pretty astonishing to me since I didn’t even start knitting socks til about seven years ago.  They looked hard, and there was general terror over “turning the heel.”  I started with a cute Little Speckled Toes baby sock from Cabin Fever. It was then that I realized that the complicated sweaters I had made were much harder. And a bunch of my church offices have been on the ground floor without much heating, so it makes sense that having warm socks in winter has been a good thing.

As you can tell from looking at these, a couple of times I’ve gotten fancy, but my sock-knitting tends to be on the relaxation end of things, rather than the ambitious math-bending sort.  That’s ok, because they are on my feet, covered by shoes and pants.  A peek of color, and either a lovely feel or hard-wearing fiber (ideally both!) is all I ask of a sock.

In looking at all these socks, I’m realizing why my sock yarn stash is pretty modest — I don’t need more socks at this point!  Not that I’ll stop knitting them, but they’ll be for other folks, and I’ll purchase the yarn on a need-to-knit basis.


New life and all that

This past week is the biggie in the Christian year — we go through the essence of the story of Holy Week as it has come down to us through the stories. That, along with my Mom being in town, has really cut down on my blogging this week.

Here’s a story and a poem I read yesterday in the service —

At the National Cathedral in Washington D.C., the stained-glass windows allow the sunshine through, they make large spots of colored light on the floor of the nave throughout the day. The large Front Rose window does this especially well. One day, a volunteer tour guide found a little girl, perhaps five-years-old, in the middle of one of them dancing out her heart. The docent asked her curiously, “What are you doing?” The little girl replied excitedly, “I found the end of the rainbow, so I’m dancing!” And then she twirled and kept on dancing.

That’s what I imagine Easter to be like – a day in which God lures us out of darkness and places where the dead things are, and God sends us all the love, all the kindness, all the forgiveness from the Divine that we need to move into the light, and dance away, because we’ve found the end of the rainbow – the place where God leads us into life!

Tell Them by Edwina Gately

Breaking through the powers of darkness
bursting from the stifling tomb
he slipped into the graveyard garden
to smell the blossomed air.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
that I have journeyed far
into the darkest deeps I’ve been
in nights without a star.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
that fear will flee my light
that though the ground will tremble
and despair will stalk the earth
I hold them firmly by the hand
through terror to new birth.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
the globe and all that’s made
is clasped to God’s great bosom
they must not be afraid
for though they fall and die, he said,
and the black earth wrap them tight
they will know the warmth
of God’s healing hands
in the early morning light.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
smelling the blossomed air,
tell my people to rise with me
to heal the Earth’s despair.


She had her hook, after all

Thanks, Mason-Dixon, for this find: 98-year-old grandmother crochets amid the rubble waiting to be rescued. Yep, go here for more details.


It’s a Party!

Yesterday at Bluebird, we had the blankets there for all the knitters and crocheters to admire:


It was so fun to watch them come in and find their square in one of the blankets! Yay! Cookies and refreshments were had by many as well.

And I took photos of all the blankets (I miscounted, by the way. We have 12 of them). So, go here to check out the flickr stream of them!

We may have one more celebration – so stay tuned.