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loop with a gentle twist: a curved plane. Mathematical minds love the Moebius. It's magical, you see, just like these magnificently creative pattterns. The book has been in print for a while, since 2004, but that doesn't mean that everyone has been inducted into its magical secrets. Not only is it an outstanding pattern anthology, it's also a most enjoyable piece of writing that sets the stage for the endless hours of calming and enchanted knitting that awaits. Felted socks, cozy pet beds, fairy tale capes. Find inspiration on its pages!
Aren't these just the thing? First you have the fabulous Namaste knitting bag, and now you have a fine matching Namaste mini clutch to keep all your "purse things" organized and away from your Addis, Chiaogoos, Rowan, and Schaefer. The Mini Clutch features a twist closure on the main compartment and an entire fold-out section with pockets for other necessary items you'd rather not have mingling with your knitting and crocheting bits. Available in several highly and most extremely nifty colors. Show your fashion groovulence and step out with a Namaste Mini Clutch!
the Namaste needle boxes, here's your second chance! These clever hard-sided items keep your circular needles organized in large interior pouches (they fit zip-lock needle packages). Get one to match your fabulous Namaste knitting bag! The squared off shape make the Namaste needle case easy to store and easy to carry. Look for them at VBYC on May 25th!
d finishing work on a sweater that involved reworking shoulder seams and setting in sleeves. That was all fine, but there were a few danger points around the garment that made me worry, and I think it's important to mention them for when you're working on your own garments. The danger points involved knots. My rule of thumb has always been this: never, never tie knots in your work (and that goes for crochet just as much as it does for knitting). When you make a yarn join from a spent skein to a new skein, carry both yarns and work them together in 2-3 stitches. Let the yarn tails hang on the wrong side and go back afterwards and hide the tails, weaving them in along the path the stitches take in the fabric. DO NOT tie yarn ends together in a knot. Why? Knots will come untied (regardless how skilled you might think you are in tying them), then the tails will start moving and your fabric will unravel. In the process of today's seaming work, several of these knots in the garment worked themselves undone, and of course the ends of the knots had been trimmed short, necessitating some quick reinformement to secure these precarious areas. Can you imagine what knots can do in the regular course of wearing? Avoid knots. Weave in ends -- not only for a more professional look, but also for security.
rn of choice for this project. It's 100% silk with glass beads strung right in the plies. It's fantastic to work with. The pattern here is the Tilli Tomas "Beehive Lace" scarf -- downloadable from the Tilli Tomas website. A number of you (including me) have worked it in Lana Grossa Chiara, as well as in this beaded silk. The pattern works up in turbo speed. The length of fabric you see here is about an afternoon's worth of knitting on size 10's. One hank yields a piece about 31 inches long. Two hanks does it. This item will be donated for an event next month whose proceeds will help those in Acadiana living with HIV/AIDS. Until then, the scarf will be on display here in the shop. Look for information soon regarding ticket information for this event. I'll post it here as well as in the shop!
It's interesting to talk about socks, I think, if not just a little odd. Knitters and crocheters love sock gossip, sock stories, sock problems. They admire each other's socks and sock yarns, they espouse their own sock-making methods, decry those of others, and make claims about new and trendy ways to reinvent the wheel. They share rumor about strange new materials used for making a better mouse trap. Is it grandstanding or just a bit of latent fetishism? So what's the allure? We are all intrigued by socks, all of us, men and women alike. It's a fascination. I remember way back when long before my subscription to Men's Health ran out (some time in the mid 1990's), an article from that magazine about where guys should buy clothes (because we are by nature inept in such matters). The author had a minimalist approach -- buy a couple pairs of dress trousers, a few good quality dress shirts, a decent blazer. Not particularly bad advice, I'd say. Then, there was that part of the wardrobe that the author considered more "disposable". He recommended shopping for trousers and such at a high-end men's shop, but the disposables, socks and the like, according to him, should come from a box store like Target or Walmart, where packs of multiples are available at low cost. The reasoning? Socks wear out fast, in about 6 months, so why buy designer socks for 12 bucks a pair if you're going to pitch them out in 24 weeks anyway? Throw a 3-pack of 6-scheckel el cheapos into the cart along with the TV dinners and the cat litter. Fine. I suppose that's all pretty logical. After all, socks are really underwear of sorts, for the most part hidden from view. They're not like ties, or belts -- which all have a distinct purpose, of course. Without a proper necktie pointing the way, a man wouldn't have a clue where to locate his fly. A belt? A lady's handknit kimono needs an alternative closure just as dignified as her classy jeweled shawl stick! Socks: they're fabric padding that fits in between our feet and our shoes to make wearing footwear a bit more bearable. Both those frozen glacier people who pop out from the ice and into the news after having slipped, fallen, and snapped their necks while chasing down a mammoth a couple thousand years ago, as well as a few poor sots who had managed to fall into marshes some time back in the first century, drowned in the sludge to be preserved along with their clothing by earth gases and discovered centuries later by Northern Europeans digging giant cubes of peat from the ground have much to tell us about ancient sock wearing habits. One of the first sock concepts was simple: straw stuffed into footwear. As knitting developed, straw became less popular in favor of a cozier (and less itchy) fiber fabric. Socks are really old technology it seems -- and
here we moderns thought we were the clever ones with all our magical looping and toe-upping Turkish two-timing on-casting. And so we realize, maybe even reluctantly, that making underwear for our feet is a practical activity that humans have been up to since clothing became required: back when eating apples was legalized (at least marginally), snakes lost their legs along with their reputations, and a naked woman was framed for misleading a silly guy lacking a rib with tales of opened eyes and eternal wisdom. Although socks are just as old, the knitted fig leaf never quite caught on. Throughout history, we have engaged in knitting various intriguing and sometimes questionable unmentionables -- whose patterns are still around and which surface now and then in conversation or as knitting novelties. However, I have yet to hear anyone seriously state she was going home to block a brand new pair of boxer briefs she made for her boyfriend, or someone looking for snaps for the rear hatch of her husband's Lacey Lamb union suit she had just bound off the size 00's. On the other hand, mention a pair of toe-up's made from recycled shrimp carcasses, and you'll have the room captivated. "DPN's or 2 on 2?" "Oooh, Magic Loop? How'd that work for ya?" "Can you actually feel the shells?"
roduce their share of these Art things, yes. But the majority of the sock children one sires are practical, everyday affairs. They're the one's whose betters are said to come in multi-packs. Why do we make them? I'll tell you this: it's not because sock yarn is overabundant, and it's not entirely because there's sock yarn made of seafood waste, plant pulp, adobe, or bat dung. It's the process and rhythmn of the knitting that keeps us motivated. There's something about knitting a sock that's different from knitting anything else. I'm talking about knitting a plain old stockinette sock here, not a super-charged intarsia cabled zippity-wizbang runway model stocking. A plain old single-colored sock destined for a plain old comfortable pair of loafers worn with jeans or a slouchy pair of corduroys on a Sunday afternoon. Miles and miles of garter sitch worked flat can seem boring, but for some reason knitting in the round -- I mean literally making Knits in the round -- is so mezmerizing and calming, the time flies between the cuff and the heel, if time even continues for that distance. While knitting in silence, free from distraction, the knitter becomes intoxicated by the rocking motion of the repeated stitches, the quiet "sh-sh-sh" of looping loops becomes a mantra. It's meditative, this sort of knitting, interrupted only by the heel turn, at which point the mind is held captive by the sheer magic of the construction, the knitting of a flap, the short row turn, the picking up new stitches, the working of the gussets -- the wizardry how the stitch-count increases and then mystically returns to the same number as the leg, all very smoothly. Sock shaping is simple and fluid. The basic concept can be committed to memory and repeated over and again. Most of us harbor a specific and unique sock pattern in our heads. One we learned from a book, one we learned from someone else, one we combined from patterns suggested by others with patterns we've read. Sock knitting -- plain old sock making -- is like making a gumbo. We just make it. Period. There are plenty of recipes around in books and that, but when it comes to making a roux, we do it the way we do it. And it works. Sock knitting is about entering a meditative zone, creating something utterly usable and beautiful in relatively little time -- something that's ready to wear moments after the final thread is hidden. Despite the advice rendered by some detatched fashionista, a hand-made pair of socks lasts for years before -- are you ready for this concept -- mending is required. Those box store sox I mentioned earlier only cost a few cents a pair, but can you ever really repair them? Not really, not when the mended portion is nicer than what remains of the old sock. It's really not worth saving them if they're worn. Hand-made socks? Mend them, wear them a few more years, then mend them again. They last and last. Who made the Target specials? Some machine in a country unknown: clone socks made by the hundreds of dozens and shipped out around the world. And that raises perhaps the most appealing aspect of sock making. Our interest in being asked, "Who made those socks you're wearing?" They were hand-made for my own feet by a friend of mine, by my husband, by my partner, by my wife or my girlfriend. They are my socks because someone I know made them. They fit my feet because they were made to, and when they fray, they will be fixed like new and I will wear them still. Knitters and wearers of hand-knit socks know that it's all about the soul. Things made by human hands for humans to use are special -- and these days, quite rare. They have personality and are unique, and besides that, they tend to outlast their mass-produced counterparts. Socks fall into their own category: partially visible partially intimate, and as a result, they double both as undergarment and accessory. There's an allure to creating something that will be hidden, yet is still privately beautiful. Hand-ma
de socks might seem archaic, but to those who wear them, they are a timeless piece of humanness, an ancient invention that re-invents itself daily. We have been continually fascinated with them ever since that infernal proto-bison labored into view of our tribal hunting party and made us slip into the lake as the temperatures dropped. Our ancestor wore them that night when a flair of methane bubbled up through the murky swamp, flashed momentarily ablaze, causing him to mistake the witch-light for a lonely dwelling to take refuge from the darkness. Being able to say "I made them" or "she made them for me" establishes a link between them to us and between us to each other. Socks combine the public and the private, the seen and the hidden: naughty piety and pious naughtiness. And nothing's more human than that.
Don't forget Mom! Mother's Day is coming up this Sunday, May 9th! She'd sure enjoy a spiffy Namaste bag, a bag or pouch from Della Q, a nifty new project, a set of Addi Clicks, a new pattern book (like the new Sox book just published
by XRX and reviewed on the sidebar of this blog). Maybe she'd like a project class or a technique class. If you're not sure, let her decide and get her a VBYC gift certificate. A really groovy gift idea: a yarn swift and winder. A word to the wise: forget Mother's Day, and you may very well end up like the poor fella to the right.
puzzling out a pattern from this season's Rowan Magazine (#47) for a knitter, the "Blithe" jacket, made in Rowan Summer Tweed. The fabric is quite lovely -- an open weave waffle pattern. The bottom edge features a gentle scallop achieved by slipping every 4th stitch on two consecutive rows. After that, the fun begins. The lace is charted out. The dilemma was this: the stitch count seemed to change after each pattern row -- not necessarily a lace knitting oddity to have stitch numbers fluctuate, but not in this case. Here's the verdict: there's good news and bad news. Good news is the pattern works. Bad news is....well, the pattern works. A number of factors make this particular lace pattern such a jealous lover. First off, it's not a talkie pattern, that is, if you let your focus wane just for a bit, gremlins can creep in. You'll know there's a gremlin if, in the final stitches, something's not kosher. The chart is Gospel. If your final stitches are not canonical, there's heresy in afoot. Go back and account for each of the stitches in the row and exorcise the demons. Since Blithe is jealous, there's no fudging or "making it work." Blithe, you see, is a binary lover: it's either her way or the highway. No in-betweens, no compromises. Also, unless you're making the largest size, you will have to do a bit of analysis. Rowan patterns are not only beautiful, clever, and utterly gorgeous and fabulous, they also make you do a bit of work (which is worth it in the end, really). In the pattern informational section at the start, there is a statement that the chart might need to be modified regarding increases and decreases and such and so forth. A bit vague, that. There's also a similar paragraph in the general information section of the magazine. What these statements mean is this: if there's an increase or a decrease that exist in a larger size (outside the portion of the chart that maps out the pattern for the size you're working), you must modify the accompanying inc/dec in order to keep the stitch count correct. Huh? Yeah. Remember that all knitted lace is just a series of decreases with accompanying increases (yarn over's). Whatever you take away (decrease) you must give back (increase). Every SSK, K2tog, etc. will have a cooresponding yarn over. The chart is mapped out for the largest size. Say you're making a size L, and an increase in size XL might have it's yarn over in the portion of the chart for size L, in which case, the yarn over doesn't jive with any increases in the stiches you have. if you make this yarn over, you'll end up with an extra stitch. In order to avoid that, just knit the stitch in the chart block for the yarn over you don't need. In order to determine what end stitches are valid for the size you're making, you will have to do this: take out your magnifying glass and account for each increase and decrease pair. Whatever edge stitches have no matching opposite operations (increase/decrease) are just knits.
Thank you to all the many many of you who stopped in last night for the South West Trading trunk show. Thanks also to our fabulous SWTC rep, Sarah, who ran the fashion show. Didn't she do a marvelous job bringing the earth-friendly world of South West Trading to us? Also, I must thank our volunteer runway models who masterfully showed off all those the terrific SWTC designs. And a final thank-you to the folks who added to our magnificent "groaning board" by supplying all the edible goodies (the Danish butter was from Fresh Market, by the way for those who were asking, as were the mortadella, hard salami, rye bread, blue stilton, brie, and smokey ghouda. The fabulicious chocolate cake was from Champagne's in the Oil Center). And remember, every garment that you will make from the show last night, I will block and seam at no charge. When you're done, bring the pieces, and I'll get to work! And, as always, if you need any assistance during your knitting/crocheting journeys, just ask! Either Ethel or I will be more than happy to help out! Once again, thanks for attending, participating, and adding to a truly joyful evening!