summer knittin'

A,
I haven't heard from you in so long! How are things with you?

It is for sure summer in AZ, and I am still picking away at this sweater, which seems wholly inappropriate for summer knitting and has therefore been sitting by itself on the couch for the last few weeks. If I get the motivation to finish it up, I have big plans for my next thoughtful project. These plans involve soft gorgeous alpaca.

The one summer-appropriate project that I was working on was this baby blanket. This was a project for my friend Dawn--who just had her baby a couple of days ago! Congrats Dawn!

Do you see that lighter-colored yarn? The one that looks sort of light pink? Well, it used to be white. I actually like this look better, but the dye ran so badly that it completely dyed the yarn pink. I gave it a good vinegar bath and hopefully those colors will be done running. (oops!) I learned from this project to always check for color-fastness when knitting with high-contrast colors.


In other non-knitting related news, I thought I would tell you about James' "Mini-Me" . . . I mean Dutch. Do you see this picture? Dutch is wrapped up in a snuggie. On the bed. I don't think this dog could get any more spoiled. A while back, I came home and found all this soggy dog food in the trash. It turns out that James was having a bowl of cereal and naturally thought that whatever he was doing, Dutch should do too. (I suspect that Dutch was holding out for the people cereal, and that's why he left his dog food untouched. James has trained him to eat from a spoon)


Now that he's not the only dog in the family, Dutch is learning (begrudgingly) to share. And he now eats his dog kibble about ten times faster.

K

PS. I was out running with Dutch last week and this guy in a car leans out and calls my name. I didn't recognize him at all, but then I thought that maybe it was someone that James works with. In the end, it turned out that he had confused me for someone else. But yet . . . someone with the same name. Huh.

PPS. I feel like I'm starting to accrue a number of hippie products, but I have to at least recommend this deodorant. It actually works, and it doesn't have any aluminum in it. I like the fact that it is unscented.

Foodstuffs

A,
About five years back I read a book by Barbara Kingsolver called The Poisonwood Bible (per your recommendation, I believe). This book was huge. It made me think, it made me question, and it led to several long conversations. Ultimately, there aren't too many details that I remember anymore from this novel, but there is one piece of it that made an impression and has stuck with me. There's a character who stays in Africa, is raising a family here, and is struggling to find enough protein for her child. Malnutrition is rampant, and it is difficult to find the necessary nutrients to keep her family strong and healthy. Later, she comes back to visit her parents in the United States, and there is a scene in which she walks through an American supermarket, marveling at the abundance and immediacy of food options here. It is in such contrast to the world that she came from. (In retrospect, this also reminds me of the ending for the movie Cast Away)

And here's the thing. We have infinite food choices in the states. We have the ability to make almost any nutritionary and dietary choices that we want! The food is available. But we make bad choices. We choose processed and packaged over whole foods. And this is the thing that stuck with me: I have the opportunity to make any dietary choices that I want--why not make the healthy decision? This book is one of the reasons why I try to make healthy food choices and to do it from scratch as much as possible.

The reason why I am posting about this is because I just found out that Barbara Kingsolver wrote another book about her family's year of living off the land. She spent a year only eating food that her family raised or grew themselves, or that they bought from local farmers' markets. I guess it wasn't coincidental that the part of her novel that I took to heart was an issue that meant something to her as well. I'm not in a position to do what she did, but I was excited to make this find and I look forward to reading what she has to say.

K

PS. Barbara Kingsolver used to live in AZ. I guess she had to move to Virginia to pick up gardening and start a farm. I wish I could be successful at growing plants here, but maybe in a year or two we will find ourselves in a more growing-hospitible climate. Even if I had enough shade and nutrient-rich soil, the amount of water required to plant a garden would be unsustainable.

PPS. Apparently the adhesive that is used to attach non-stick coatings to pans will break down at high temperatures. Fumes that are released from this process have been known to kill household birds. I did not know this. And I have a whole lot of non-stick pans. But I wanted you to know, that in the interim between switching out my pans, I have been doing a lot of cast-iron cooking. I highly recommend. Cast iron rocks.

"What am I supposed to do, knit a sweater?"

A,
I listen to a lot of radio. One of my favorite radio programs has a segment where concerned parents call in to see what their son/daughter is up to during spring break. The radio hosts call them up, and the parents listen in with horror as they find out what their kids are really up to. It's the type of low-level entertainment that just brightens your morning, you know? In one particular episode, the mom confronts her daughter, who is spending her break in Las Vegas, to which the girl replies, "What am I supposed to do, knit a sweater during spring break?" And I thought to myself, what a great idea.


I, myself, am on spring break (for one more day at least) and I have been doing as much knitting as puppy will allow (in fact, I am knitting even as I write this entry). I was hoping to finish the sweater that I was working on (we made amends, a few alterations, and kept going), but it didn't quite happen. This is as far as I am now. Looks are deceiving. You might think, from looking at this, that I am on the verge of finishing this project, but I think it would take at least another full week of spring break knitting to finish this up.


So I started a few more projects instead.


And can I just say that bulky yarn is my salvation? How long did this take to knit up? I don't know, but it felt like minutes. I've been doing everything all wrong. I must knit with this sweet, fragrant yarn from now on. I know it's not true, but it makes me feel like I could finish a sweater in a day.


I hope it looks like Spring where you are and that it sounds like melting snow outside your apartment. Take care,

K

PS. There's a chance that our new puppy is part husky. I'm afraid this may be true. She likes to pull. A lot.

rough science

A,
What if a group of real-world scientists banded together to solve challenges around the world? What if these superheroes were filmed and documented as they brought science to real-world situations? What if these scientists combined chemistry with wool?

That's right. Amazing. That's what it would be. Or otherwise known as Rough Science. Check it out. I think the chemist on this show is a closet knitter, otherwise how would he know that the lanolin in wool could be extracted to create a hand cream?

We are going to use this show in my class tomorrow. Not the episode about lanolin, but the episode about removing carbon dioxide from the air. So many fun things to learn. So much chemistry. Do you get this excited when you see medical situations portrayed in the media?

K

PS. Happy birthday!

not freaking out

A,
I had a helpful meeting with my adviser yesterday in which he told me not to freak out. This was good advice. This was good. I do not like to freak out. Sometimes it helps to be assured that you are, indeed, making progress on a project that seems infinite.

On the other hand, I have a knitting issue that is unresolved and no knitting adviser to counsel me. I am working on this sweater project:


Isn't it pretty? I'm trying new techniques. Right- AND left-handed knitting! Both at once! My tension's a bit beginner, but nothing some good blocking shouldn't fix. Plus there will be steeks. So right now I am going to focus on the positive and be proud of my accomplishments. I am trying new things. This is not a mindless project. I am not a bad knitter.

But here's the thing. I think it will be a little snug. Not too-small-to-wear-snug, but still snug. I think I need to rip back. There were too many decreases. I think it's necessary. I just need some time--I'm not emotionally ready yet. In the meantime, I'm afraid that if I start a new project, I will never return to this one. So . . . I haven't been knitting. This is awful.

The truth it is an ill-suited project to work on with a puppy in the house who needs close supervision. I should rip it back, set up my stitches, and start another puppy-appropriate project. Especially considering it's already too warm outside to wear sweaters this season.


I'm hitting the pause button on my knitting. Hope yours is moving forward.

K

PS. Knitting Olympics didn't work for me, but maybe next time I'll set up a project and plan ahead of time. James and I decided that we are going to try to go to the winter olympics in eight years (we're partial to Germany or France, and hoping that one of them will win the bid).

PPS. My student told me yesterday that American candy is made from corn syrup instead of sugar, and this is why it is inferior to other country's candy bars. Is this true? I'm so sad.

PPPS. My calendar tells me that Monday is International Women's Day. Maybe you can use this as an excuse to celebrate two holidays next week.

Hari-kuyo

Hi K,

Today is Hari-kuyo, the Japanese festival of broken needles. Once a year, in the Hari-kuyo ceremony women gather at Buddhist temples or Shinto shrines to honor the service of their worn out pins and needles.


They lay the needles to rest in beds of konnyaku, a jelly-like substance, or tofu. Laying the needles into something soft is showing appreciation for all the times that the implements have been stuck in and used for hard work.

The day has deeper significance, however. They believe that women have secret sorrows in life that are often passed to the needles during stitching. The needles take some of the burden of these sorrows, and are now given rest.

Of course, continuing with tradition, I had to rest my needles. Or at least, one of the size 2 1/2 bamboo needles that has been broken in the last year. However, I did not have any tofu, or any konnyaku. So I used the closest thing: half-eaten cherry jello.


Of course, I think this might melt if I just left this out, so I put it in the fridge afterward.


Thank you little needle. Rest well deep in the jiggly jello.

Love,
A

Demon Sheep

K,

Please, please enjoy. Make sure you watch to the end. You don't really have to listen to the words. I didn't.

Sheep!



Demon Sheep Man!

Notice that this is "men" we admire, aspire to be. Ahem, I'd prefer to remain a woman, thank you.

Who will you vote for, Demon Sheep Man (FCISLIENFOVK) or THE OUTSIDER.

We will let the regular sheep decide! Does else anybody wonder what breed of sheep these are?

By the way, are you preparing for the Knitting Olympics or Ravelympics 2010? Get yer projects swatched and ready to cast on at opening ceremonies!

This post is full of really, really short paragraphs.

Love you!
A