Getting in the spirit

August 28, 2007

This weekend, the Monkey got in the spirit of things and decided to knit mittens for our Warm Up The Winter project. (If you haven’t already checked that out, click on the “Warm Up The Winter” tab at the top of the page) I told her it was time to kick her knitting up a notch. I had just picked up the new issue of KnitSimple and they have a great “whole family” mitten pattern in it. So, she cast on. This kid has got it! Let me tell you! Last Friday the Monkey learned: the purl stitch, casting on, knitting in the round with dpn’s, and how to M1. And she did a fantastic job, she just picked it up and ran with it. Saturday she learned how to decrease, and not just any decrease, it was a sl1 K2tog, psso. Wow!

Here she is with Grandma Friday night, knittin’ away. *beams with pride* Yep, that’s my girl.

Saturday we finally caught up with the Spinning Guild I have been chasing for months now. Dottie, a member of the knitting group I attend is in the guild. She has been keeping me up to date on their events, and I finally made it to one. What a great group of ladies.

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Warm up the Winter

August 23, 2007

OK, you know how we always take a rather funny tone around here. Well listen knitters, I need to talk to you about something serious for a minute. You are knitters…and that makes you wonderfully estimable people. When there is a need posted out there in knitblog land, we knitters step up to the plate and meet it. Well I have a need. We, like every city have homeless, and while we can’t knit everyone a home or knit them a job or knit them a nice cushy bank account (else I would have done it a long time ago), we can knit them something warm and woolly and wonderful. Something to let them know that we care, that they haven’t been forgotten or swept under a rug.

I would love it if you all could help. If you have a blog, please, make a post about this and link back here, tell your knitting group, tell your favorite LYS, tell every knitter you know. I want to turn this small idea into something big and warm and woolly. So here is what I’m asking:

Knit one or many of the following items: hats, mittens, or gloves.

Knit for a man, or a woman, or a child, or knit for all three.

Please knit something warm, simple or full of cables or fair isle, it’s up to you. Fun fur really isn’t all that warm, our main goal here is warmth.

Send them to me:

Tracey L. Durf

P.O. Box 23

Lurgan, PA 17232

I, in turn, will deliver them to the Franklin County Homeless Shelter where they will be distributed. There is a need, I know with your help, we can fill it. Let’s warm up the winter. Thanks all you wonderful knitterly people.

And since we knitbloggers love our buttons…

…remember take the button not the bandwidth.


Join me, as we travel through time…

August 21, 2007

OK, so it’s back…my knitting mojo that is. I will be taking lots of pics this evening to post for all of you tomorrow. In the meantime…

Look at my awesome scores from the Book Nook, a used book shop, run by our local library. There is much to be said for parking your butt on the concrete floor of the Craft Books isle.

First up…I swear when I picked this one up you could actually hear her saying, “Would you like me to seduce you? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Please tell me that I’m not the only one who would wear that outfit sans the disco ball earrings.

Next up, hello ladies! Look at us handsome gents fishing in our handknit sweaters. Aren’t we dashing? The pics in these are just hilarious. There is one photo of a guy with cat puke orange polyester pants on. Wow, were they really in fashion back then, or were these men just being humored.

And last, you’ll note the original price here. I paid full price for this little gem. I love her hair. And yes, this one is packed full of sweaters I would wear today as well. There’s a picture of one of the models with a handknit dress on and thigh high silver boots…because ya know, we all have a pair of those just waiting to be worn laying in the corner of our closet.

Cheeky no? Well, thank you for joining me on my little time travel trip. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay and will fly with us again sometime. Retro Airlines is not responsible for flashbacks or flippy hairdos.


So passes a knit blogger

August 14, 2007

I guess we shouldn’t be surprised. I think we all saw it coming. I just didn’t think it would be so…so…graphic. I am almost hesitant to post this picture. Those of you with weak stomachs may want to look away.

She finished the socks in the car on the way to NY this past Friday. She even ripped back the misfit blue sock and reknit it. No sooner had she stepped out of the car, when she was viscously attacked by both pairs of socks. She never even saw it coming. So passes a knit blogger.

But the good news is…Dad loved the socks. They turned out great, I ate many clams, I ate sweet corn from the garden, and visited with family and friends and felt very refreshed!


Turn about is fare play.

August 3, 2007

If you have not already done so, please read the previous post, in doing so this one will become hilariously ironic. Go ahead, I will wait…

Done? It was made quite clear to me last night, that the olive sock is not going to take my abuse and neglect and visible disdain anymore. Apparently it is fed up with my wandering eyes, with my wanton knitting habits. It has enlisted help. Last night my friend and I attended our local Stitch ‘n Bitch and something hideous and yet laugh out loud funny was revealed. I was actually making some progress on the olive sock. I forced myself to take only that knitting project to work on and was speeding to the toe decrease. I pulled one of the finished blue socks out for comparison so I could see how much more of the instep I had to knit. I, in my naivety, had thought that the olive sock would just forgive and forget, that we could move blissfully on together towards completion. My past transgressions would go unpunished. I thought that the olive sock had “turned the other heel”, if you will forgive the pun, but it was in that instant, laying next to the blue sock that it had it’s revenge. You see the olive sock was commiserating with the blue sock from the finished pair all along, and as they lay next to each other on the little table in Starbucks…my world came crashing down around me. Do you see it? Do you see my huge, obvious, moronic error?

I forgot to turn my work on the needles before beginning the heel. The socks are laughing at me.


Oh forgive me olive sock, it won’t happen again…

August 2, 2007

Hello Possums! I know, it’s been a while, but I’ve been busy…doing…um, stuff. Yeah. Ok, Ok, Ok, so I’m tired. I don’t sleep well during a full moon. I have no idea why, perhaps I am out howling at the moon and terrorizing small villages, I don’t know. Alas, my knitting mojo has been killed by my latest project. Remember those socks I am knitting for my Dad?

Yes, the ones that I started a month ago. Two pairs, small purl pattern on the calf for texture, and the rest stockinette. Needless to say, a month should have been more than sufficient to finish them. Except I hit a road bump. After I was 3/4 of the way through the first pair (I had one finished and was 1/2 way through the other) when I realized how thick they were knitting up. (Knitters, why do we not admit these truths to ourselves in the beginning? Why do we always insist blocking will set things right?) These are supposed to be light-breathable cotton summer socks, and these suckers were knitting up bullet-proof! Kevlar Socks! I was seriously contemplating a contract with the military.

So I frogged, and started them all over on size 4 needles instead of size 2. You could actually hear the yarn give an audible sigh of relief as it relaxed. Anywho, the blue pair I finished in a snap (the ones that were finished in Gettysburg), but the olive pair…We aren’t speaking to each other, apparently my adulterous mind is wandering. I pick up the needles of the olive pair and begin to knit when suddenly my gaze travels over to that beautiful Hot Pepper yarn I spun, just recently cast on for a cabled winter hat. A smile traces my lips, “HEY! Um, hello, I am right here in your hands! I see what you are doing!” My attention is brought back to the olive sock laying in my hand, feeling rejected. “Oh, sorry.” I mumble and begin knitting again. Then I think of my beautifully soft lace stole that I haven’t knit a stitch on in well over a month. I think of the fine thin thread moving through my fingers, the way the needles feel so small…”You’re doing it AGAIN!?!?” “Huh? Oh, yeah, right sorry, aren’t you at the heel turn yet?” Worse yet…that spinning wheel, sits there calling my name, speaking to me of the pleasure of roving moving through my fingers… how can I resist it’s siren song!

What can I say in my defense, the spark is gone, but I made a commitment, a commitment that I will hold true to. See? I am even working out my problems with my sock at work…

…um never mind.

Oh yes, and quick while the olive sock isn’t looking. Look at what I made. Shhhh, this is just between us, don’t tell the olive sock. I just don’t think it could take another one of my “indiscretions”.

Mittens? Socks? Ugh, no, that’s a dirty word right now. This spun up so nice, it looks just like dark chocolate and berries. I told my friend mittens might be dangerous as I don’t know if I could keep from licking my palms. It just looks so…edible!