Monday, June 22, 2009
Now I'm used to Second Sock Syndrome, but usually that's because, once I finish the first sock, I can't stand to knit the second one. Not the case here.
But to lose one completely? Odd. I haven't seen it since Stitches South and I keep tearing apart bags, thinking it will reappear like the Phoenix. (Hi, there, Fawkes!)
Hmmmm ... and now Ellen tells me that her Zauberball sock is gone too. Maybe they ran off together? Eloped to make little socks somewhere?
Friday, June 19, 2009
Jane Slicer-Smith teaches the technique and her kits sell for hundreds of dollars (can't wait for her book to come out--more in my budget!). There's a sock called Diamond Patch that's the same concept knit in the round. Last year I made a baby blanket for the beautemous Ruby that's the identical concept without the applied I-cord and made out of one variegated yarn, not bits and pieces of sock yarn. I've been knitting for two or three years on a vest from Tess Designs that's the same concept with two armholes and a ribbed top. (And no, it's not the fault of the concept or Tess that I can't seem to finish it! That's a Me problem.)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
This is Zauberball, the real Zauberball made and distributed (I think) by Skacel. It's a perfectly lovely single with no plying whatsoever, as opposed to the also-named Zauberball which I bought a couple of weeks ago from Only Ewe and Cotton Too at the AKG meeting. That Z is two ply--lovely, but not the same.
Anyway, what does this mean to us? Well, it means that Z (color Cranberry if it matters) is supposed to gently morph from dark red to red and back to dark red with almost invisible gradations. And it does ... except when you stop to put a heel into the sock. Then, if you're unlucky, you get a perfectly gradated heel and ... a vivid, abrupt scar of a color change, right in the middle of the front of the foot. No blending, no gradual ombre-ing. Just red one row and dark red the next.
And, yes, you're right. A Purist would have broken the yarn, torn apart the ball to find the exact place where the color changed on the front, spit-spliced it, and bam, bam, shazamm, a graceful gradation on the front as well. But me? Nah, I'm not doing it. I don't have a full ball any more, not since I tore out the first iteration of this sock (see below).
Why I tore it out is another story. All right, all right, I was knitting it on size 0 needles and hating the way it split and one of the Noble Knitters ... Zina, if I remember correctly ... said maybe it was the needle and I pooh-poohed her and then I went home and tore it out and ... yes, it needed to be knit on a 2. And the yarn was so curly and messed up I just threw it away. See? I told you it was a long story ... and don't you just hate it when someone tells you something really obvious and you find out they're right? Yeah, me too.
Anyway, it looks much better now, in Wendy Johnson's Diagonal Lace pattern. Well, except that I didn't read the errata, so it's Wendy's pattern with my error. But we won't hold that against Wendy. And my sock looks fine -- no one but Wendy will ever know and since Wendy and I don't knit on the same subway, she'll never see it.
In other news, the Dumbledore socks are finished. Yes, the cuff is short. And that's because I used another of Wendy's patterns (can't remember the name but it might be Dead Simple because it was) and hated it (sorry, Wendy!) and got bored and cast them off. Since they too were knit and frogged at least two or three times, it's a freaking miracle they're even done, so get over it!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Yes, we ate in small, discrete groups, because it never occurred to us to ask in advance to be seated together. Oh, well ... I hope all the other tables were as congenial as ours was. And note I didn't say "discreet" because there's really nothing discreet about this group.
Anyway, we straggled outside, again in small groups because the Forum is for ... er, shoppers, not knitters ... and thus there aren't that many chairs available, and certainly not that many with any shade at all.
Which is how some of us ended up ... you guessed it, inside at Barnes & Noble, hanging out in the coffee shop, sucking down pink lemonade slurpees and irritating yet another group of customers.
(How come when 7-11 sells you a Slurpee it costs around a buck and when B&N (aka We're Not Starbucks We Just Look Like One) sells it, it's four bucks? Of course, I'm the one who paid the four bucks, so who's the dummie?)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
She's alive and well! And here's her sister, Lulu, who's more like me. She likes full A/C and a ceiling fan going, all day, all year. No basking for her unless it's under a stiff breeze.
Finally, Buddy's feelings would be hurt if he wasn't included. Seriously, this is the neediest dog ever ... he will knock you down to get petted ahead of anyone else.
And I've never seen another dog that sits on his butt like a human. It's like he's waiting for the beer and hors d'oeuvres to be passed.