I never know what to title these things.

Oh I love your seamless shoulder. It's beautiful.

I'm hoping to be able to salvage the gloves. The original pattern was actually for fingerless gloves, which is why I thought of going that route. But honestly, what's the point of making something so warm if it's not even going to have fingers on it? It just doesn't make sense. I like your idea about knitting every other row in the newly dyed yarn. But even better, I suppose, is that I'm knitting with two strands of the yarn, so perhaps once I dye a new batch I can combine the new with the old in that way. We'll see. I was already planning to take out the fingers and re-do some of the fair isle to save on blue.

I'm sorry to hear you've been sick. Are you feeling any better? James chose this week to get sick as well, with a fever the last few days and a congested cold. It's not exactly the best time for him to be sick, but the drugs seem to help. Plus having a rabbit. Last evening his fever completely disappeared for a few hours, and I am convinced that this act of fortune coincided with the extended amount of time that he spent with a rabbit snuggled next to him in the chair. I tell you, rabbits solve everything. Well, almost.

Hey, I should do some work.

K

Salvage

K,

Can we salvage the gloves? That is every dyer's worst nightmare...running out of yarn that you can't redye perfectly. You could retry dying something near the same color as that blue, and if it's close enough but just a tad off shade-wise, you can knit every other row with every other strand. Yes, this would involve ripping out and reknitting some of the fingers, but they are so very lovely Karen! You know how I love the angora.

You mentioned that you thought you should have dyed the purple darker? Just a thought, you might not have been able to easily. Angora doesn't take up dyes extremely well, especially the cooler colors. There's such a halo around the yarn too that makes it all seem a bit lighter as well.

I've been skipping around through different projects lately. Last week I was terribly sick. On Wednesday my temp was up to 101.4, and I swear, my brain melted. I couldn't study, I could hardly move, I couldn't think. At one point I went upstairs around 5 to eat some soup for dinner, heated it up, ate one spoonful, then lay down on the floor for an hour and fell asleep. It wasn't good.

Kris got done with classes on early Thursday and, sweetness that he is, he drove all the way down to take care of me in my infirmity. I can't even express how much I love and appreciate him. He stayed and made me dinner, helped me study, ignored all the mountains of tissues and mucus scattered across the floor and bed, and took care of me the night before my first test of the semester. It was really frustrating because I just had no time to study...I'd been so sick I couldn't even think until Thursday night. Kris stayed and made me breakfast and lunch on Friday, then dropped me off at the school for my test and drove home through the icy rain to Des Moines to visit his parents.

I really do love that man.


I'd put away the purple socks for awhile, but they've got a bit extra length to them, and I've started the second one. However, I've been saving that for class knitting since it's portable, and I missed most of my classes last week.


So while I was at home, I started working on my Ambrosia sweater! I really love doing the sleeves at the same time as knitting the sweater. I think it looks wonderful. It's one of those things where you've just got to trust for awhile that it's going to work until you can really see the results. I have a hard time doing that, so instead I kept comparing it to the blue sweater I'd already made with set in sleeves, just to see if it was working.


It was! The first picture has the few more inches I've put on it since this picture. The sleeves are put on a yarn holder while I continue working down the front and back to finish up the deep V-neck. I think it's looking really lovely. I'm a bit surprised, actually, that it's going so well!


While I was picking up a ticket for a performance by the Turtle Island String Quartet on Saturday, I stopped by the Yarn Shoppe on the other side of town to check out their yarn selection. Wow. I forgot they had so much yarn. So much more than the other place here. And so much nicer people! I don't think I'm the normal customer they get at the other place. They have such a small selection and just a lot of space for classes. I think mostly they sell to a lot of rich doctor's wives who don't work and have a lot of play money. Which is a surprising number of women in this town.


Plymouth Boku, which kind of looks like a cheaper version of Noro. It's softer because it's spun less tightly, but that also means that it does tend to un-spin itself and will just fall apart. You've got to watch it while you're knitting with it.

I've been working with it and the Lamb's Pride Worsted up above. I sent you the pattern I'm working on, and when the mitten is finished, if it looks alright, I might just post it on the blog here!

I'm back in the housing scramble once again. I hate this so much. I'd like to find a place closer to the hospital, and I was going to start looking in February. However, my landlord, who is the mother of two of the girls I live with, told me yesterday that one of the girls has a friend that would like to live there if I'm not, and thus they'd like to know if I'm going to. However, that girl needs to know by Thursday when she has to resign her contract, and thus they want to know by Thursday. However, it wasn't in my contract, and I don't have housing secured yet! So I called about nine places today (there are only about nine places) and managed to find two places available that I'm going to look into. Since it wasn't in my contract, the girl and I are pretty much in the same place. We both need to know if we've got a place that will take us in, except she needs to sign her renewal by Thursday according to her contract, and it wasn't in mine. The girl who's living with me was pressuring me as if I had to let her know, but in all honesty, it's not my responsibility. I'd really like to help out my landlords and roommates out as much as possible, but I have no obligation to do their job or help them find tenants. I'm doing what I can, though. It's just a frustrating situation. I'm thinking the best I can tell them is that I probably will move, and thus the girl can probably not sign her contract on the probability that I won't re-sign mine. Is this appropriate? I don't know.

Frustrating.

I'm going back to knitting and studying.

Hugs,
A

(almost) fair isle success

A,

Look at the happy little knitted design! This project is just running along. Tiny stitches but knit up so quickly.

The yarn is from a lambswool/angora blend sweater that I salvaged. So soft. Yes, it's not traditional fair isle yarn, but I don't think it could get any better than this. I was particularly pleased with how the main color yarn turned out. It has flecks of variegated colors in it that add so much depth. Did I mention how soft it was?


Got to this point and realized that I probably shouldn't have let the purple yarn sit in the ink pot for quite so long. It doesn't pop out as much as it should. But still! Happy stitches all along.

Now for something even more amazing. Fingers! Ones that look halfway decent. This has never happened before. I actually enjoyed the process of knitting these two little tubes up. For some reason, the miniature circumference of the fingers did not seem to bother me.

So for a project that is coming along so well . . . why did it have to happen that I'm running out of yarn? I'm racing to finish the second glove without running out of blue. I guess eyeballing doesn't cut it when determining how much yarn to dye. In fact, I'm afraid I'm going to be quite drastically short. I'm thinking these gloves either have to be re-made to be fingerless, or else they're going to need some variegated finger colors. We'll see how this turns out. It's a little disappointing. I will miss the fingers. Especially considering the fact that this is the first time I haven't minded making the little buggers.

Before I start my next batch of dying, I'll have to keep my eyes out for some type of scale. The truth is, I thought I was dying in excess. My visual ability to approximate yardage leaves something to be desired.

K

fear no longer

Amy!

I am pleased. Delighted. My group had its first meeting on Friday. Everyone is extremely friendly. The sort of friendly where after the group meeting is over you sit around and chat and get to know each other. The sort of friendly where you hardly know these people but you're still so happy to be there. Small groups. That's the key I tell you. I do like small group social settings. Besides this, we had our first science education seminar last week. I had a feeling that this was the right environment for me when we were handed our assignments for the hour. We were to role-play different types of faculty responding to a lecture in science education. Role play! Do you know what we do in organic seminar? Probably not because I don't even know what's going on. I might have an inkling of an idea for MAYBE 5 minutes, and the rest is just garbled noise. Oh I do love this education bit.

On a different note regarding something I just recently discovered: I have been living in fear. I have avoided, not even considered the possibility of fair isle knitting for some time. Why this fear? I worried that my yarn would be hopelessly entangled. I worried that my floats would be too loose or uncomfortably tight. I worried that it would feel slow and encumbering to work with two strands of yarn. I was wrong. My sophomore year tinkering was some misfit experiment that never gave me a chance to get to know the real deal. I live in fear no more. I am knitter, hear me roar.

-K

(I need to work on getting my work done before I come home. This place is distracting, even sans husband.)

Without the chill

K,

Love the letter you sent me. The lab report was hilarious. Absolutely hilarious. I've not had time for the movie you sent me yet, but I'm sure it will take me away from whatever hell I shall experience this week.

Where did you get that lab report? At first I thought you'd written it. Though there was quite a bit of swearing in it for you, but I'd be okay with that. Cracked me up.

Delightfully, this past weekend I was visiting Kris, where we don't pay for heat. Thus, for the first time in a long time, I was warm. Definitely a good weekend to visit as well, since the Monday morning low where we were was -23 F without windchill, -31 C.


It's a mass of sweater! I frogged part of the Ambrosia sweater because I was rowing-out too much. My purl rows are larger than my knit rows, and it definitely shows at this gauge in this yarn. I changed it to doing simultaneous sleeves at the same time as the body. What's strange about my decision is that it doesn't make sense. Since I'm doing a deep V-neck, I'm still knitting back and forth instead of in the round. However, there are a lot less strands and needles going on.

I still don't like circular needles.


We studied lots. Kris is peaking out at you from the midst of Topology, during which he tries to prove that lines intersect with each other. It is surprisingly more complicated than one would think.

Love,
A

Cold Cold Cold!

K,

Cold cold cold cold cold.

I swear, something is wrong with me.

Cold cold cold. Most people don't get this cold. So cold. 7 F degrees. How cold is basement? Unknown. -13 C for the Canadians. And really, the freaking rest of the world. Too bad the freaking rest of the world isn't in my basement right now, because then the body heat would warm me up.

So cold. Must put on more sweaters and socks and slippers and pants.

Yes. I shall somehow put on multiple pairs of pants. Just try and stop me.


I'm making a pair of socks right now out of 1824 Mission Falls Superwash Merino. Lovely yarn. Need warm socks now. Should have made them even thicker.


EZ afterthought heel. Idea from Harlot. Will type changes when fingers move dexterity more. Very easy and EZ sock. Love. Could best new way for me to make socks.

Brain freezing.

Now 5 F, -15 C.

Coldly yours,
A

P.S. I am now wearing two pairs of pants, a fur hat, a scarf, a wool sweater, and wool socks. Am on the hunt for more wool and sweaters.

Sombra

K,

I believe you've met Sombra before. However, I wanted to include him on here, just for kicks.

Literally translated, I believe Sombra means "shadow" in spanish," which is kind of what Sombra is! He's my shadow that travels with Kris and brings him my protection and charms.

Little Sombra was originally created off the inspiration of your stupid sock creatures to travel with Kris on his tour with band, and now he travels all over.

Specs
Yarn: Random Blue and White acrylic
Materials: buttons and pine cleaners
If I recall, I knit him from the top up bodywise, splitting him for the horns, and then picked up stitches to knit both legs down. The arms, tail, and spikes were made separately and sewn on. All of it was wired with pipecleaners and stuffed with the seam between the legs still open. The last seam was sewn, ends woven in, and then the buttons stitched on.

In response to your earlier suggestions, well, you know my feelings on circular needles. They just don't feel right to me, but maybe I'll have to start trying them for hats. I really would like to buy a fuel efficient earth-friendly car someday. It is one of my expensive things I'm allowing myself to buy when I actually have money. I mean, I'm work off of "can I afford this cup of coffee" right now, we're not at the point where I'm considering buying any car, really.

Lastly? I lost my entrelac gloves last Friday on the bus, and I truly thought they were gone. I thought someone had picked them up and probably taken them and was not even appreciating the work that went into them. However, I called the busses, and they found them! They have them! Someone returned them!

Thank you, whoever you are! Thanks for giving me back my gloves! I picked them up on the way back from class, and now my hands are toasty warm once again.

Hope you're warmer than I am,
A