Thursday, March 31

Groovin' on up

So, I do not have any exciting or even marginally acceptable knit progress to share, but I do have exciting new plans for future knits. I've decided that I need a boobholder, one of the stunning creations from the clever and vastly stylish design mind of Stefanie Japel. (Please stop me before I begin to sound like a rabid knitwear groupie.) Now, in expressing my love of and sudden desire for a boobholder, I'm being a bit disingenuous. This pattern is actually not something that I have just decided on, but the demands of blogging require that I fudge with some extra bits of narrative pizzazz. You understand.

Anyway, I have actually already purchased the necessary yarn for said boobholder (let's see how many times I can write boobholder in one post...). In fact, I have purchased the necessary yarn for...TWO boobholders (which will thus be capable of holding four boobs). As far as I can tell, the pattern looks relatively simple, and I think it would make for a killer addition to my wardrobe when my band (yes, I am in a band. It's not really a "Gee, let's see if we can strike it rich and be the next Nirvana" kind of band, but rather a bunch of friends who are decent musicians and who wanted some music-y extra-curricular activities to distract from the pressures and tedium of dissertation writing) plays a gig in two weeks. What one wears to a gig is extremely important, especially when one is one of only two chic band members in a cast of nine. That's just the way of the biz. I invest what is probably way too much thought in my ensembles for these performances, and I've decided that a boobholder will top off nicely my black pencil skirt and wife-beater. Feel free to disagree.

Since I feel compelled to post at least one picture, now would be the perfect time to sneak in this shot of a yoga mat bag that I made for my sister for her birthday (the big 21) a couple weeks ago. My camera was on the fritz, so she sent me this action shot (it's a bit dark):
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And here's a closeup:
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This is the Om Yoga Mat Bag from SnBN. I really liked making it and may make another for myself. Although, if I make it again, I think I will do it on circular needles. 14 inch aluminum needles aren't good for making friends in when used in public places, especially when seated with others in close quarters.

Tune in tomorrow when I will
flash my stash. (Although, don't hold your breath for it. It's just a little bit pathetic. I hope it doesn't feel too bad next to all of the bigger, older stashes.)

Wednesday, March 30

Malaise

I realized that that's the word for it. Not only is it slightly more descriptive than "funky" but I think it gets the job done more efficiently. (That is to say, no one will have any confusion about whether I'm feeling somewhat blue or rocking out to Prince.)

However, I'm starting to feel better, and in honor of that I've started to dream. Big dreams. Possibly unattainable dreams. Dreams of
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Isn't it glorious?





Sigh.

I was reading one of my new favorite blogs (Knit and Tonic) the other day and it featured a rumination on why we knit what we knit. What does our knitting say about us? A very interesting question. What does it say that I can't even finish a pretty simple, funky-preppy vest and yet dream this embroidered confection of a cardigan, imagining that of course mine would turn out as lovely as the one in the pattern? (In a slightly different color scheme, of course.) Am I a ridiculous dreamer? A girl who relishes the thought of complicated patterns and yet can't even finish the simple ones? Who am I kidding? I don't know how to embroider.

Again, sigh. A girl can dream, can't she?

By the way, as for my resolution to make time for the knit, well, let's just say that yesterday, I was able to make time for about four rows of the knit. Pathetic, huh?

Tuesday, March 29

Feelin' funky

And I don't mean the shake-what-your-momma-gave-you, get-up-off-of-that-floor, Stevie-Wonder-in-his-"Superstition"-days kind of funky. I'm talking funk-y, like a girl who is in a funk. Don't you ever just have those days when you wake up feeling mildly perturbed without even knowing why you feel that way? It's a real productivity buster. Knitting is sometimes the kind of thing that helps to bust me out of such funk-y states of being (and if I'm lucky, into an actual state of funk. Maybe I just need to listen to some Bootsy Collins or something..) Anyway, unfortunately for me and my non-desirable funk, knitting is not an option right now. I have far too many other things to do, or at least I tell myself that I do. In fact, I probably don't have all that much to do. Saying that I'm so busy is, I think, a product of our American way of life. Being ridiculously busy is almost a status symbol, a way of showing how important you are without actually saying that you are important. Frankly, I hate it. I hate it and I'm going to do something about it. I'm going to make time for the knit. I'm not going to tell myself I'm sooo busy in order to not feel guilty about not knitting or not working out or not doing anything else that I tell myself I'm too busy to do. Here, here. I am resolved. When I return from class today, I will make time to work on my poor, neglected WIP, the one I started at Christmas, the one I keep setting aside for other, faster projects. And it's a vest, for crying out loud. It's not even a long project. (You know what got me? It was the wide band of 2x2 ribbing at the bottom. That takes forever. In fact, I became a continental knitter solely because of this project. I'm glad I did it, though. I like knitting continental [-ly?]). Anyway, here's what it looks like so far:

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It's the U-neck vest from the first issue of Knit.1, a magazine which excited me with its premiere issue and disappointed me vastly with its second. (Does anyone want an unused copy of Knit.1?) But this pattern is cool, and I think it will be a good, pre-first-sweater project. (And yes, I'm using the exact colors called for in the original pattern, which makes me somewhat ashamed, but they were the best colors, in my humble opinion.)

(And yes, I really like parentheticals.)

Monday, March 28

Here goes nothing

I like to think of myself as a chic who does her own thing, a girl to be reckoned with, a broad who refuses to do what everyone else is doing simply because, well, everyone else is doing it. To further abuse a familiar cliche, I fancy that I dance through life accompanied by my own drummer. Here, I hope to document my craftiness. Mostly I knit, sometimes I sew, and on occasion, I just like to dig in with my hands and make something unique.

Having said that, take a look at my garter stitch scarf (well, really it's my husband's garter stitch scarf, but since I made it, possessiveness lingers).
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This was my very first project, dating all the way back to October 2004. How time flies. I warn you not to look at it too carefully, because it is, without question, the work of a rank amateur. The pattern is from SnB, which was my first knitting teacher. If any of you are familiar with this scarf, you will know that the erratic striping scheme was not the intention of the pattern's author. Thus, perhaps, the truth of my opening statements ring a bit truer. I just liked it better this way. (And for those of you wondering, it's made from Lamb's Pride Bulky and it's HUGE). The first day my husband, the high school teacher, wore it to work, he got tons of compliments from his students. (Wow, you know you've achieved something when you manage to impress high schoolers. And this coming from a girl who was consistently sarcastic and unamused as a high schooler.)

Here are some other things that I've made and would like to show off. (Humor me.) My knitting bag, with which I christened my new sewing machine: (In case it's difficult to see, the picture is Liechtenstein) (This is actually an old project, too, but what the hell? I'm proud of it.)

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Some stitch markers I made over the weekend:
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And last but not least, the pride of any knitter's collection. The needles. Most of these are Clover bamboo, because they are cheap and easily available, but I'm starting to hate them. Well, that's overly mean to the poor bamboos...we've had good times together. But I'm really jonesin' to try some Addis. Anyway, whether or not the bamboos are always the best tool for the knitting job, they are undoubtedly boring. I mean, the patina is nice, but I longed to have beautiful needles are sold by tiny knitting boutiques. You know, the kind that are topped with beautiful beads or shiny baubles. Well, I decided to rectify that situation the only way I knew how. Voila.
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(In case the shelf full of musical scores behind the needle bouquet wasn't a dead giveaway, my husband and I are both musicians and do a lot of music-y things.)

I guess this is the point at which I sit back on my haunches, survey my first blog post, and decide that it is good. Hmm...