February 2009



◊ ◊ ◊ Knitting on the Net
bagfeltruffle2handle3A superlative directory of free knitting patterns.  Includes a clear picture of nearly every project.  I adore the Ruffled Bag, an unusual Two Way Afghan, and an assortment of Felted Bags and Hats.  A little heart purse for Barbie dolls intrigues me as well – but not enough to Join yarn to other set of 5 sts on WS.


◊ ◊ ◊ Small Gifts to Knit and Crochet  

Booklets & Free Patterns – from elaborate sweaters to a knitted jellyfish.





Beyond the Sweater: Craft Items to Knit

Make Your Own Yarn


I can knit.  I’ve gotten pretty good at keeping my stitches loose and even, and I don’t drop stitches as much as I used to.  Once I knitted pairs of mittens for a few family members, a needle-boggling adventure at that stage.  Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it?  So many things that children and newbies undertake without any knowledge of  how impossible they are.  

When I learned to knit it seemed far too constraining to knit only from right to left; so I knit everything over to the left and then back over to the right without flip flopping.  In fast forward I would look just like a cartoon.  If I’ve figured it out correctly “real” knitters knit from right to left and then turn the whole thing over.  I found this tend to make my hands cramp up, and the interruption of flip-flopping seemed like a constant irritation rather than a relief.  Same thing, I suppose, with counting stitches or types of stitches.  

In the end, I always find myself thinking – what’s the point?  I could be sewing instead.  Or – I could be doing something else entirely.  Trying to grow a fabric from yarn feels to me rather like trying to count grains of sand.  For a time I can imagine I am feeling some sort of domestic contentment, but stitch markers and crossovers seem to break into it like mosquitos.

From time to time I see new yarns, or find my box of old yarns, and I feel the tickle of desire.  What I want, I suppose, is to slip into some sort of prayerful euphoria, surrounded by colors and soothing, woven strands around me like a cocoon.  I’ll dig my fingers into the box to feel the textures of each ball of yarn and each barely-started project.  If there are needles in the box I rub their long, smooth stems.  I have lightweight pink plastic needles, curly white needles that are always getting crossed, short wooden needles with tiny ribs along them, like the ridges of a fingerprints.  Also several pairs of satiny metal needles that click like instruments.  Sometimes I rebox them, remembering the illusive nature of knitting; other times I pull one project or another into my lap and add another row along it.  

Long ago I started a scarf for Tom, a lumpy, mishapen old thing which he once assured me he would wear with pride when I finished it.  Once or twice I have unboxed it and added some to its length.  Either I am embarrassed by its shapelessness or discouraged by its length, or my interest just gets lost, I suppose.  Year after year I have carried this boxed up scarf around with me, moving from house to house, with knitting needles and matching yarns still in tow.  Perhaps if I finished it, our marriage would be repaired – like a homespun emblem of love.  Perhaps he has really been waiting all these years for his neck to be warm and safe.  Or perhaps I have been waiting – maybe I have been holding back of piece of my trust and hope until this commitment is made.  On the other hand, maybe it is just a twisted patch of yarn and dye – precisely the sort of lingering noncommitment that needs to be purged.  Yes, perhaps our marriage will be saved if I throw out the scarf and donate the yarn to some club that knits hats for orphaned babies.  

Every now and then I imagine I would like to knit _something_, instead of just criss crossing back and forth across my needles. Inevitably, this urge is crushed when I see an actual pattern.

Row 16) [k4], p10, k2, p1, k8, p11, [k4]

Row 18) [k4], p10, k2, p1, k8, p11, [k4]

I’m looking for something or other tonight – I can’t even remember what – when I notice this pattern for Pi.  Yes, that’s right – the mathematical symbol.  For a few moments I am tempted.  If I were to throw myself again on the mercies of k2p7bo, this might be a grail worth pursuing knit_pi– I could add the …

What am I writing about, really?  Nothing and everything.  Words that might be lost on the fires, or words that might rekindle something lost.

I thought I might find a picture of some lumpy knitting to add to the post.  I want everyone to see, after all; we are in an era where words are just clutter and pictures are messages.  No lumpy knit projects come up immediately, but I find intriguing treasures – Bible Verses at printables4scrapbooking, Rules for Being a Cat from XMission, How to Warp a Loom (not, as I first typed, How to Warm a Loop), and an article on Martha Stewart about sugar lumps in a vintage blue bowl.  I am intrigued by the Organizing Tip of the Day (keep school papers in a scrapbook), which I bookmark, and I also bookmark the page for the project itself, which is on the scrapbooking page.  The whole scrapbook-art album-photo album-journal-blog issue is still unresolved in my mind.  I am reminded of the rhyme:

Penny for a spool of thread, Penny for a Needle,

That’s the way the money goes,

Pop goes the weasel.

In this case, though, it’s not the money that I’m referring to, but rather time, which goes drip by drop while I decide about scarves and scrapbooks.

There’s a free craft going on at a nearby toy store tomorrow – tomorrow is “Make an Animal Journal.”  I’m tempted to postpone getting my prescription until tomorrow, since the store is right next door, but I am all out of medicine.  Meanwhile, I’ve got a sore throat and drippy nose, so maybe I should pick up the prescription and get some cold medicine while I’m at it.  I know I’m paralyzed by this kind of indecision, but have no idea how other people avoid it.

Felt fezes

Originally uploaded by knottyboy

It’s an amazing world. See a little bit of it with these snapshots.

Flickr: happy_hippo

Originally uploaded by cJw314

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