TGIF

No seriously. T.G.I.F.
I feel like this:

The last month and half has kicked my arse. I was NOT made for this work thing.

Among the very boring things I am contemplating:

  • Can you run a business without a land line?
  • Is it possible to use Headway or Thesis as a sort of ghetto CMS? (With zero coding chops.)
  • Do I need my office?

As I said. Boring. But necessary? Maybe.

Anyway. I’m going to have drinks with the newly minted Mrs. Getz-Embleton-Forrest, and flap my tongue with glee. Adieu. I shall return to more regular posting anon.

June 11, 2010 at 2:06 pm Leave a comment

Finns for the Win

In honour of this long weekend, I celebrate the completely mad choirs of Finland. Enjoy.

May 21, 2010 at 12:33 pm Leave a comment

Lifelong Learning

I am pretty fearless as a knitter–after a few years of knitting obsessively, not much phases me. I rarely look at a pattern and think–ooo, too hard for me. (I am lazy, so I quite often look at patterns and think, too much work for too little guarantee of results I’ll like. I’m lookin’ at you, Sylvi.)

But, I really don’t seem to like stranded colourwork. I made an Endpaper Mitt, and it went fine. Double fisted knitting? Check. Even tension? Check? Nice stretchy floats? Check. Unholy shoulder pain and palsied digits from holding the needles with a kung-fu grip? Check.

So, the technique I’d like to learn is how to do stranded colourwork without wrecking my upper body. Have y’all seen SpillyJane? And her gnome mitts? Or the Swedish Fish? Totally worth learning to loosen up for.

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April 29, 2010 at 6:21 pm Leave a comment

One (or Two, or Eleventy) Great Knitter(s)

This topic has done my head in a bit. Trying to identify one inspiring knitter is like trying to pick out an individual snowflake in a blizzard. There are  so very many people who are spectacularly inspiring, all in their own way.

So, I’ve made some subheads:

Gurus, no longer with us:

Elizabeth Zimmerman. Of course. Her books read like novels. She frees anarchists from the tyranny of the pattern, but provides enough information that you can follow along step by step if you need to.

My particular faves:

The Baby Surprise Jacket
Knit with Koigu KPPM on US 4/3.5mm needles

Mitred Mitts
Knit with Noro Kureyon on US 8/5mm needles

Gurus, still very much with us:

These are people whose work I admire greatly, and who have achieved some sort of demi-god status in the world of knitting. Seriously, people who came here from twitter,  there is such as thing as a famous knitter.

Norah Gaughan-O.M.G what a brain. That is all. Wait, no. I am on the brink of buying her 6th pattern book, mostly  for this:

Tremella

I have BAGS of DK cotton. BAGS. and I would wear the living hell out of this.

Diane Soucy-Sometimes, you want a simple, classic pattern that is easy to execute and satisfying.

Evelyn Clark-master of the shawl. Or mistress. Whatever.

Clara Parkes-The Knitter’s Book of Wool is superfantastic. I never would have believed I’d read, willingly, about different sheep breeds. And The Knitters Review is interesting, helpful, funny, and a real community. And it’s been around for 10 years!

Knitters/Designers whom I Don’t Know, Yet Stalk on the Internet:

Maybe they are splendid writers, maybe they are delightful designers, maybe their finished objects make me catch my breath. But I’m always delighted with a new post or pattern from any of these people.

Cookie A
Cat Bordhi
John Brinegar
Snowden Becker

Eskimimi!
(organizer of this here blog rodeo, and a hell of a web designer)
Jared Flood
Pamela Wynne

Stephen West

Karen Lykkefanten
The Mason Dixon Gals

The list goes on and on… Bloglines is down, so I know I’m forgetting many, many awesome people. The great thing about being a knitter is that every day, there is a new, fresh opportunity to make, see, or dream something beautiful.


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April 28, 2010 at 6:16 pm 2 comments

An Inspirational Knit

I have (knitting) nuts of steel. I really do. I’m not afraid of anything. But, when I took Stahman’s Shawls and Scarves out of the library, I scared the pants off myself.

Today’s challenge for KnitCroBlo is to blog about a pattern or project I aspire to. And hoo-boy, do I aspire to knit one of these masterpieces. I love, love, love a Faroese shawl (one with shaping that wraps around the body), but they’re big, and when knit in an all-over pattern, involve some fairly complicated shaping beyond just reading your knitting.

There are OTHER Faroese shawls that are less complicated, and I love with equal passion (Cheryl Oberle’s Stora Dimun comes to mind), but I worry that , like everyone has one good novel in them, I only have one giant shawl in me.

Go ahead. I dare you. Noodle around Ravelry for some favourited shawls from this book. They’ll take your breath away.

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April 27, 2010 at 6:26 pm 3 comments

The Madness Begins

This post is part of Knitting and Crochet Blog Week My mother is the most kick-ass knitter, quilter, seamstress, artist, baker, etc. that I’ve ever met. (She is a sucky crocheter, though. Go figure.) Growing up, making your own stuff seemed both normal and desirable.

She made my high school graduation dress (sewn, not knitted), the quilt that was on the bed of my first apartment (made of old jeans), and a sweater that started out for my father, but, as she never swatches–ever–ended up for me (it was the ’80s, and sweaters to your knees with leggings were the height of fashion), among many other things.

But, for a long time, I just assumed that the stuff my mum did was too hard for me. If I wanted things that were made to my specs, I needed to bug my mum until she cranked out a blanket, hat, scarf, whatever.

So it was providential that she bought Debbie Stoller’s Stitch and Bitch on a sale table in 2004. She bought it because she thought the backpacks were cute. I had been dinking around with garter stitch scarves, so, when I was at her house for dinner one night, I stole it. I still haven’t given it back.

I am a dreadful seamstress, and my art skills are non-existent, but I think at this point I give her a run for her money with the knitting. I think I’m more stubborn, so I’ll stick with something that is driving me nuts, rather than just changing it up as she does; I’m also very lucky that I learned to knit now–in what I’m sure is some sort of knitting renaissance the like of which will never be seen again. My mother learned to knit in school in England, and “innovations” like top-down sweaters were not part of her process until I introduced her to them.

One of the best things about all this knitting is that I’ve got Christmas and birthdays whipped. There is nobody on earth easier to buy a present for than another knitter.

April 26, 2010 at 5:47 pm 1 comment

Guess Who’s Coming to Town?

Fuck.

April 15, 2010 at 10:17 am Leave a comment

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