Archive for November, 2011

November 18th, 2011

On momentum

I am, above all else, a creature of habits and seasons. I pass through my various phases, much like the gibbous moon, and to every thing there is a time allotted.

The current time is allotted for a walloping case of startitis.

You see, my knitting mojo tends to wane around the late summer as the weather grows unbearably hot and I find myself in a constant state of travel. (Why the travel is always happening, I’m not sure. But it usually does. Weird.) As the weather cools and summer gives way to fall, so does my inertia, and I begin plotting and planning my construction of cold weather clothes, and gifts, and general other awesome nest-lining type things. The problem is, I have the self-control of a rabid ferret, and that careful plotting and planning tends to devolve rather quickly into this:

 

My sincerest apologies to Allie Brosh for my blatant theft and poor homage. But sometimes, there just ain't no other way to say it.

 

Making this impetus extra-fun to deal with is the fact that Monday morning, I woke up with a weird twinge in my collarbone, that rapidly devolved into a tearing, excruciating, level 9 pain that spread from the left side of my neck, out to my shoulder, and down my back. As you might guess, that didn’t make knitting too attractive or easy to accomplish. Even now, four days later, the pain (while lessened) remains, and I can only get in a row or two before my shoulder is screaming for a cease-fire. I have, however, gotten a lot of reading done. Sigh.

Before The Crick That Must Not Be Named was born, I had the following projects all on the needles:

  • a pair of fingerless gloves for my Nanny Jo (since finished)
  • a hat to match the cashmere cowl I finished this spring (also finished) with fingerless gloves to follow (not cast on yet)
  • The Chickadee (knitting all done, some finishing, needs a bit more work)
  • The Weasley Commission Sweater (back is done, front is cast on with about 2″ knit)
  • A black lace stole

Since The Pain, I have done the following:

  • Dug the yarn for the Avatar hat I promised Miguel out of hiding
  • Cast on for a sweater-hoodie out of ripped yarn from an old hibernating project
  • Queued and shopped potential yarns for all the sweaters in the Little Red book (you thought I forgot about that rash promise, didn’t you?)
  • Queued and allocated yarn for next year’s Self-Imposed Sock Club (more on that in a minute)
  • Bought a metric crap-ton of sewing patterns on sale from McCall/Vogue
  • Started sketching designs for the sweater-hoodie Mr. Boyfriend wants

So yeah. Eff you, Pain. You will not stop my plotting! NEVER! Even if I cannot knit, I will look at websites for knitting and yarn for knitting and patterns for knitting and reorganize my stash! HAH!

I’ve begun speaking to the locked-up muscles in my shoulder. This does not bode well.

Anyway, as you might have noticed, a lot of the stuff I’m working on and planning for are, well, mine. Totally. Things that have me flying pattern-less, or modifying and adapting existing patterns for my own devious ends. It’s sort of neat. I’m hoping that I can force myself to keep good notes and actually write some of these down. The fingerless gloves for my Nanny Jo turned out really cute, and are a really simple colorwork pattern. The hat and glove set I’m making feature the same lace pattern on my cowl, but adapted for the different gauge and garments, and I’d love to offer it up for free to other cowl knitters. I had a mental breakthrough with Miguel’s hat (DOUBLE KNITTING IN THE ROUND, DUH!) that I think will make everything perfect. I just need to cast it on and test my theory. And The Boyfriend Sweater…

Oh, The Boyfriend Sweater.

Mr. Boyfriend is very specific. He is a man of simple, but detailed tastes, and creating a sweater he’ll love is going to be quite a feat. I found a great pattern that I think I can use as a jumping -off point, and I’ve got some concrete ideas on how to incorporate the design elements he’s asked for. But I’m rather back to the drawing board on yarn. Sigh.

But on the flip side, I’m also trying to balance all this heavy mental lifting with some more structured and regimented knitting time. I’ve planned out a batting order for the Little Red sweaters, and have a good idea of the yarns I want to use for them. And while I completely bailed on this year’s Self-Imposed Sock Club back in August, I’m ready to give it another go next year (and am hoping to finish one more pair from the 2011 club next month). I’m sure my nerdtacular Ravelry games will end up factoring in again, and some unexpected stuff will certainly crop up along the way, but I’m excited to get cracking on all my new plans.

Anyway, my shoulder hurts and I’m out of things to update. I’ve also got a real itch to get back to my plotting.

And if you want to see the real brilliance behind my picture, check out Hyperbole and a Half (link).

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November 10th, 2011

Now Playing: It’s a Happy Sort of Retro Day

When at work, Spotify has become my new best friend, and I’ve had a lot of fun putting together my own playlists. And, because I’m an egotistical jerk, I thought perhaps these lists should be shared. So, if you use Spotify and would like a little new music, may I present:

It’s a Happy Sort of Retro Day (link)
28 tracks, 1 hours

When I was a kid, my parents listened to one radio station, and one station only: 98.1 WKQQ, more habitually known as “Double Q.” They listened to this station with such dedication and frequency that they were once perfectly poised to have their four-year-old daughter get on the phone and sing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song to the DJs and win them four tickets to King’s Island amusement park. The DJs were, of course, duly impressed.

Sadly, Double Q no longer makes its home at 98.1, and since Clear Channel basically owns everything radio these days, I’m sure the playlists are too corporate to bear much resemblance to the stuff I remember being in regular rotation back then. But no matter. I’ve made my own list.

Granted this list is compiled based on child-memory, which can be vivid and perfectly detailed, but also completed distorted and rather indiscriminate in its willingness to merge dissonant instances into singular units. So while a lot of these songs were definitely Double Q fare, some are just songs that I remember from my early childhood and really loved. That’s the way.

Order on this one is not so important, so feel free to shuffle. But you might want to save that Peter Frampton epic for last.

 

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November 9th, 2011

In praise of my Nanny Jo

So something really scary and awful happened this past Sunday: my grandparents were in a car accident. My grandfather is thankfully fine, but my grandmother has two lumbar fractures, and a mighty sore hip. But even so, they were very lucky.

One might be tempted to worry about an injured grandmother. The very word tends to conjure images of delicate older ladies. Classy and elegant she may be, but delicate? No way. Not my Nanny Jo. We are more worried, I think, for my grandfather, who has doubtless been instructed by physicians to keep his virago of a wife in bed. It’s going to be an impossible job.

In any case, there’s nothing like a good scare to make you appreciate what you have, right? I hope that my Nanny Jo knows how much I love and appreciate her presence and influence in my life, but it’s always a good idea to make sure she does.

When I was born, JoAnn was 41 years old. Far too young, by her own admission to be called “grandmother.” Ugh. So she was christened Nanny Jo, and thus she has remained. My earliest memories of this lady are when she came to stay with us in Alabama, where I followed her around like a lovesick puppy, giggling like mad at every profanity she dropped while working away at her sewing machine. Nanny Jo made things. She was a wizard, who could create anything you could think of out of a swath of lovely fabric and thin air. She had, only six or so years before, sewed up my mom’s wedding dress:

 

Here modeled on a mannequin who is not as pretty as my mama.

The wonders that poured forth from the sewing machine of my Nanny Jo never ceased: Barbie clothes, princess dresses, witch costumes, anything my childish imagination could conjure would soon arrive at my house by post, wreathed in tissue paper and the faintest whiff of China Musk. When I was four, and we’d moved back to Kentucky, my Nanny Jo came to take me trick-or-treating as a little green-faced Wicked Witch of the West (my favorite character of the moment). She was the Bride of Dracula:

 

Nanny Jo doesn’t do things by halves.

About a year later, I got a sewing machine of my very own:

 

I think I still make that same face when sewing.

I would hoard the leftover scraps from her projects to make little bags and ill-fitting Barbie “robes.” I was entranced by sewing, but was never that good at it. Luckily, there were other crafts my Nanny Jo could teach me that were much more up my alley: crochet, cross-stitch, cooking (also highly aided/encouraged by my mom)… my Nanny Jo was always happy to pass along her crafty knowledge. Sometimes, like when she planted me and my cousin Jesi in sewing camp, she perhaps pushed the issue a little more than we liked. Hey, 7 am is early when you’re a kid and school is out!

My Nanny Jo is one of those people who excels at pretty much anything she puts her mind to. When she and my grandfather moved into an historic apartment house in a run-down part of town, she made it her mission to turn the dirty, broken yards into things of beauty:

 

The front yard’s got nothing on the back. Just for scale.

And nothing we saw on the yearly garden tours could rival her own. When Mom and I moved, I uncovered even more of her handiwork, from when my mom and aunt were in high school, and certain folk/rock singers were kind of a big deal:

 

Yes, that is a hand-embroidered Jim Croce on a jean jacket.

And she never rests on her laurels, either. Sometimes, you have to take on new challenges. Like millinery:

 

Should have hired out her talents for the Royal Wedding. Hats would have been less ridiculous, more awesome.

So after working for a nurse for ages, my Nanny Jo is “retired,” and does a booming business in wedding alterations, which she loves. And as I’ve grown older, my love, appreciation, and dedication to handcrafts has only grown. The things my Nanny Jo has taught me, and the things I was inspired to go out and learn because of her, are some of the biggest and most satisfying parts of my life. Thrift, good housekeeping, and an appreciation for fine detail are all gifts she passed down through her generations of daughters. We all—my mom, my aunt, my cousins—have taken from her legacy the parts that speak most strongly to us, but we all owe a large piece of who and what we are to this talented, crazy, wonderful, and energetic lady. So the next time I post some finished knitted item or recipe or a poem of longing to my sewing machine, spare a thought for the woman who inspires me.

And as soon as you can, go hug the Nanny Jo of your life.

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November 3rd, 2011

Pilot: Now Playing

So, as previously mentioned, the knitting mojo has returned. I’m a busy little bee: planning the next project from LRITC, getting geared up for this month’s nerd-games, and plugging away on The Weasley Sweater commissioned by a nice lady from Reddit. Since that’s been the bulk of my knitting time lately, and it’s just acres of black wool stockinette, I will not bore you. And, since knitting is rather boring, I thought today I might try something new.

When at work, Spotify has become my new best friend, and I’ve had a lot of fun putting together my own playlists. And, because I’m an egotistical jerk, I thought perhaps these lists should be shared. So, if you use Spotify and would like a little new music, may I present:

Teen Drama is the Best Drama (link)
42 tracks, 3 hours

I cannot take full credit for this list. It was co-curated by myself and my friends Lis and Wes. We created it as an homage to one of our favorite pastimes: watching, mocking, and secretly loving network teen dramas. These songs are either from or inspired by such shows, and are generally as earnest, depressing, and reverent as the shows themselves. However, since we all three have most excellent taste in music, these songs are also some of the best representations of their respective genres, which include pop, emo, alt-pop, and underground rock.

We’re also really modest. I forgot to mention that.

So, if you need a little guilty pleasure in your life, or just want to feel like “these problems matter,” I encourage you to give it a shot. Since the list is arranged in alphabetical order, I also recommend turning on the shuffle function… it’s more fun that way.

Happy Thursday!

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November 1st, 2011

Postscript: Sargasso Stole

So the dedicated reader might have muddled through enough of the last post to winkle out that Mr. Boyfriend and I spent the weekend in Chicago a little while ago. We were there visiting some friends, the very same friends who were wed in September, the bride being the lady for whom I made this:

Her new husband was kind enough to lend some of his photographic skill to taking some modeled shots. May I present scarf in action?

Sigh.

Amazing the difference a proper model makes, eh? So very pretty and cloudlike. And luckily, it’s warm, so it may also do her some good against the bitter cold of Chicago winter.

Oh yeah. The groom also took this shot of me and Mr. Boyfriend whilst we visited:

Other than it looking like I’m about to bite him, it’s a pretty good picture. Also, that building behind us was pretty nifty. All those protruding rocks you see embedded in the wall had engravings noting where they came from. There was petrified redwood from California, a piece of the Berlin Wall, and other rocks of note and renown. Pretty cool, Chicago. Keep it up.

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