House Guest

Almost a year ago, Stamps came to visit. He was a wonderful guest, so we decided to invite another. Wandering Woolemina is on her way around America and maybe beyond but I had not idea when she would arrive. As luck had it, she came just as we were going to Delaware for the weekend. So we packed her up in the car with only just enough time to introduce ourselves


and admire the wonderful hostess gifts she brought.


The next morning, our first stop was my favorite LYS, Kitschy Stitch in Rehoboth Beach.

Woolemina met a friend and

wallowed in some wool.




Then we did some shopping. First a stop for her next hostess's gift.



And a stop at Lowe's for something for our new bathroom. (Woolemina was a good sport about that.)



And on to the outlets where we found some really good sales and she gave me advice on what to buy.



Then we took a rest on the patio, the weather was so nice. Woolemina really enjoyed reading the new Interweave Knits.



And finally out for dinner.



On Sunday, we drove home. Woolemina was very happy seeing the signs of spring. The trees are starting to show some color and we saw forsythia in bloom. We went grocery shopping.


and ended the evening knitting on Woolemina's scarf, which is very colorful.

Tomorrow we have to write in her journal and send her off to Wisconsin. She has been a wonderful guest and we'll be sorry to see her go. (Even Mr. Truck who was somewhat embarrassed by all the pictures we took.)

Not So Much Knitting

So it's finally spring and I've been playing in the garden a lot. Look I have roses!






And socks. These are Wanida in Austerman Step Classic and I really like them. No modifications on these but I might make them longer if I did them again.






I've found that for my funny feet with the high insteps a gusset of at least 2 1/2 inches works the best. I think that the heel gusset makes the biggest difference in the fit of the socks, at least for me.



And for some mindless knitting after the workout in the garden, I've been knitting these squares out of my leftover sock yarn. You know, the little bits that you can't bear to throw away when the socks are done. I think the original calls for a lot more squares than I'm willing to make so mine will probably be baby quilt size.




It's been a fun trip down memory lane remembering where I was when I bought the yarn or what was going on when I knit those socks. Do you remember what was happening in your life when you were knitting something?

Have you seen this?

We had a very unproductive visit to Ikea last weekend. They're remodeling and I coudn't find most of what I was looking for and everything else was out of stock. So frustrating. But I did find this, it's called a Komplement multi-use hanger and they say it's for shawls, really! Did you ever have one of those hangers that had yarn crocheted on it, well this is the same concept.





So look what I did. Very cool, and now they won't be all squished in the drawer. I feel so organized.







And now that it's finally feeling like spring, I've been outside playing in the garden. And my hands look like it. But the epimediums are blooming and so are the bleeding hearts. There are even a few rosebuds. So maybe it's time to put away the scarves and shawls.

Not Really Sure

about these socks. I love the yarn so it's not that. Or maybe it is. It's a beautiful soft, springy yarn and I really enjoyed meeting Lisa Souza and her husband at Stitches East, but it's very thin and maybe the socks won't last long. This might be better for something else. But the colors are to die for.



I like the pattern, Angee by Cookie A. but it's not my favorite one from the book. Maybe it's not the right yarn for the pattern.




But I'm really sure I love how they go with my new shoes.

For Whom

What are you making Grammy? Socks, Evan. For who? For whom, Evan. For me. You always make socks for you. Can you make me socks? Of course I will, Evan.

Angee by Cookie A. in Lisa Souza sock yarn

Vanilla socks in Regia sock yarn

The Time Is Right

Michelle made them, Becky made a bunch of them, and actually there are 2686 of them on Ravelry. And every time I saw them I said, I have to make them. But I never got around to it. Until a couple of weeks ago. You see, I made slippers back in May of 2008 and they finally wore out.




Now I could have probably figured out a way to fix them but it's been almost two years and Olivia was asking for slippers. So here are my French Press Slippers. A bit big at first.





But they felted down really well and they are really comfy.






The purple and green are for Olivia, she picked the colors and mine are the leftover green.



So pretty soon there will be 2687 projects on Ravelry.

I'm In Love

With CPW's. Last weekend, during one of the worst nor'easters I've ever driven in, Jesh had a Canadian Production Wheel Spin-in in Roselle, NJ which is about 15 miles from me. Lisa, Marcy, Fran, and Rosane brought their beautiful wheels. And I am in serious love with them (the wheels not the people.) There were other wheels. too, Jesh, Leslie, Jess, Hilary, Lisa and Jessica had some really nice wheels and of course I brought mine. But the CPW's are just amazing.





When I got my little antique wheel, Mr. Truck said now I have a wheel for each house and I don't need anymore, but I think I'll be getting one of these some day in the not too distant future. And Marcy is such an enabler that I really can't resist.



And don't forget that I have this as ammunition:

From knitting alone

Three wheels would fit in the truck, no problem.

Physics Lessons

This weekend we learned a lot about hydrostatic pressure especially this kind: "Groundwater in water-saturated soils being pushed into the basement by hydrostatic pressure." Apparently over two feet of snow melting followed by almost six inches of rain in one day causes water to make cracks in your basement floor which then ooze water for 72 hours. We're finally drying out, we're sore and really tired but I have some really cool pictures of spinning to share. Maybe tomorrow, now we're just going to bed.

My Green Sweater (which isn't green at all)

When I showed you the Green Sweater it wasn't looking much like a sweater at all. But just cutting the first steek made all the difference.






And when I did the sleeve steeks, it all started to fall into place. And I again marveled at the genius of Elizabeth Zimmerman. This sweater is constructed like no other I've ever knitted. All the details have been thought of.





The corners are all mitered. (Some of mine are better than others and I can really understand Mr. Truck's frustration when he was putting up the crown molding the other weekend.)





The steeks are all in just the right places.





The grosgrain ribbon inside the facing to prevent the fronts from stretching is just such a wonderful touch.





Even under the arms is so well thought out. And I love the decreasing on the top of the sleeve.





I finally found the perfect clasps (and at a good price) at The Button Drawer which had very fast delivery, too.



So, here it is, my Green Sweater.





I did love this story when I first read it and I really wanted to knit this sweater even if I didn't like the sweater when I was done. And I've learned so much while knitting it, my first steeks and some really interesting construction techniques. So I have become a better knitter because of it. But it turns out that I really like the sweater, which makes it even better.

Seems Like I've Done This Before

I've won a medal! I had just about finished my sweater and it snowed here for two days and I had nothing to do but knit and shovel. Olivia had asked for a poncho and I had already bought the yarn so what could I do but knit it? I sat and knit, between shoveling, and since it was chunky yarn on big needles and she's not so big yet, I got a medal for it.






It's my version of a Very Harlot Poncho with some garter stitch and eyelet to replace the fringe. Wee ones don't do so well with fringe so I'm told.





And then I realized that I had made a poncho before. A long time ago my cousin, another tween, had asked me for a poncho and a hat to match and a very little Cherry Pie had modeled them for me. The picture is dated Winter 1975, but it could be the beginning of 1976, which would have made her a little younger than Reese is now and my cousin would have been almost 12. I had almost forgotten.