Bayberry Hat

What a relief it is to have finished a knitting project, and even more so that I was able to knit from my new book afterall.  I found some stray skeins hiding out in some boxes and after some quick calculations and a few yarn searches, I concluded that there was ample yardage to make this hat.

The hat turned out a little larger than I had anticipated, but the Telemark is sport weight whereas the recommended yarn is closer to fingering weight.  Eh, whatever.  I’ll live.  Here are a few more details:

Pattern:  Uh, well, I’m still working on the translation.  But it came from the Japanese book Simple Knit Wardrobe (I’ve also seen it deciphered as Easy Knit Wardrobe).  For now, it’s the Bayberry Hat.

Yarn:  Knit Picks’ Telemark in Bayberry, two skeins.

Needles/Hooks:  (2) US 3 16″ circular needles and 3.5 mm crochet hook.

There were two more skeins of the Telemark in Lichen, which are currently being transformed into an additional hat for my SIL.  This hat is so quick, I see a last-minute gift tradition brewing already.  Imagine a baby version…  AW!  Sigh.  A friend is pregnant (and a cousin, but we already know that one is a boy) and will, hopefully, be spying that X or Y chromosome soon.

 

I’m routing for a XX just so I can make another hat.

Reading, Waiting, Knitting, More Reading

A lot goes into the arrival of an anticipated book, I think.  The knitting books, especially those coming from Hong Kong, cause me to spend a lot of energy just pining for them.  This time, to a degree that my knitting projects have suffered (but I did finish the first sleeve on my mom’s Slouchy Cardigan, so nah). 

Le sigh.  It is here.  And although I can decipher the patterns just fine, I’m considering taking a course in Japanese just because I love their patterns.  I am, in a sense, a knitting dork.  Does anyone know of any Japanese lessons in Savannah?

All of these things want to be mine.

They told me.

Don’t look at me like that.

You should never mock crazy people.  Ever.  And never ever mock crazy knitters. 

I didn’t just sit around this whole time I was absent from the blogiverse.  I jumped back into reading, non knitting related reading.  There were two Alice Hoffman books sitting, untouched, on my bookshelf that needed tending to.  The Ice Queen and Skylight Confessions.  Both of which were really good, but I’m still partial to Practical Magic and The Foretelling.  I know The Foretelling is a meant for younger readers (like, teens, I suppose), but oh the glory that is woman.  We rock.  I insist that Wee One grow up with that book as constant reminder of our awesomeness.

Today, however, I just finished Christopher Moore’s A Dirty Job.  I was in constant giggles, any author who includes “fucktard” in their vocabulary and refers to a select group of women as “fuck puppets” certainly has my approval.  Brava. 

Back to knitting.  We’re all aware of the rising costs of food prices and gas.  Argh.  I have a pretty piddly stash, not much of anything, really.  What is on my needles is what I have and, to my dismay, the new pattern book is going to have to standby for a spell before I can actually jump on those decadent projects.  Maybe, though, one of these days I’ll be able to show you a finished project!

Stuck in the middle

The carnage is over.  It took four days to completely rip out the entire Bed Jacket.  And apparently, I’m really awesome at hiding my ends because it took about twenty minutes just to find the first one.  After all of that, though, I don’t even feel like winding it into a ball (still need ball winder). 

So, with a revived seven skeins of Farmhouse Yarns’ Silk Spun Cotton, I set to work finding a more suitiable pattern.  After much deliberation, I settled on Rowan 42’s Artic.  Of course, the gauge is off so I knocked down the needles to a size US 8 and it seems to be working out. 

The new addition makes three, half completed WIPs in my possession, the others being the Slouchy Cardigan and the Bazaar Socks.  I wish I had a picture of the first finished sock, but it’s been loaned out to Wild Fibre for a display.  This weekend I plan to retrieve it as I’ve lost my color notes and need to refer to the sock. 

I also fell in love with a book that I just can’t seem to get my grubby little hands on.  I found it on Amazon’s Japanese site priced at ¥ 1,050, but the shipping is ¥ 3,000.  Gas prices have really cut into my yarn/book funds, darn it.

August 14th brings my one year bloggiversary.  I don’t know how to celebrate.  I was thinking about upgrading to custom CSS.  New pretty blog, maybe, we’ll see.  August is always a busy month, but even more so this year.  Wee One starts school (OMFG) on August 6th, my birthday is the 17th, and SIL and her boyfriend are visiting on the 21st through the 25th.  I’m dizzy just thinking about it. 

I need to finish all of these projects…

I haz deranged

You might find this post to be shocking and perverse.

Okay, just breath.

I’m ripping out my finished Bed Jacket from Romantic Handknits.  Excuse me whilst I go vomit.

I had been thinking about for a while, several months at least.  It’s been just over a year since I finished it, yet it had only been worn once.  After that, it was quickly taken off because it was just too warm. 

You see, I started this project before I knew where our new USCG billet would be located.  At the time, we were stationed in Keokuk, Iowa (Worse.  Town.  EVER.), which was quite cold.  Out of Mr. Yarn Bearer’s ten picks, nine of them were located in the northeast (scattered throughout Maine, Vermont, and Connecticut), the very last pick was in the south (Savannah, Georgia).  I was sure I would be needing that bed jacket.

Well, you know how that story ended.  There’s nine hanks of discontinued Farmhouse Yarns’ Silk Spun Cotton in there.  I covet the Silk Spun Cotton and I can’t believe it’s gone, it would be a travesty to let all that precious yarny goodness just waste away in my closet.

I don’t know what I’m going to make with it now, certainly something that can be used often.  I’ll post when the massacre had ended.  I figured I’d at least take pictures with the new camera, just for proof that it once was.  My heart, she is sad.