CPH Progress

This mini post is for my sister who helped me pick out the yarn for this sweater ages ago. I am working on it. I really am. But it's one of those projects that you take for granted. All the exciting stuff just keeps jumping ahead of it in line. Now that I see it all together like this I really like it so it may just get finished before the weather gets too hot to wear it.

I Got a Notion

There have been a lot of posts lately about what containers people use to hold their notions. Little mint tins seem to be the all time favorites but I have these dandy little boxes that are far superior. A parent of one of my students works in computers and these small transparent boxes hold a tiny whatchmacallit that are required in vast numbers. Once the whatchamacallits are removed from the little boxes they are tossed into the trash or gathered up and sent to their daughter's teacher (me) for recycling. The kids love them because they have a magnetic closure. They snap shut like an expensive purse. And stay shut no matter how many times you drop them. They put all sorts of weird things in them-the kinds of weird things only kids collect. I use them to house my billions of stitch markers. I buy them by the pound and seem to lose them by the ton. I was walking my dogs last week and on the wooded path behind my house, there in the tall winter grass, I found one. A tiny blue one that I recall popping off during a sock knitting walk last summer. True story.

Note to Self

Dear Self,
What makes you think you can spin lace weight yarn? How much character do you think is actually a design element and how much is just terrible spinning? I know you won't abandon this project just because it is awful. You have plenty of awful projects-your Palette Cardigan for example. It is truly hideous but you love every ugly stitch of the techno colored nightmare. Will you ever wear it? Doubtful, but you will take great pride in finishing it just the same. Now that you have been able to admit that this is another dead end project give yourself permission just to have fun with all that lumpy, twisted yarn you spun and make a note to stay away from the skinny stuff until you actually learn how to do it right. Got that?

Cast On

Casting on lace is always crazy. Designers seem to always want to test your level of commitment right from the start. There is always some kind of trick that you have to perform to get things going and if you stop and think why you are doing what you are doing you are doomed. Circular and triangular shawls are the worst. I am sure there is a good reason for all the weird stuff but my poor old brain just needs to accept it and move on. I made it through my 2 stitch trial of fire with Evelyn Clark's Flower Basket shawl and made it all the way through chart 1 this weekend. I plan to spend all of March and half of April on chart 2 in order to complete that huge amount of edging by the first weekend in May. I plan to wear (take) this to the MD Sheep and Wool Fest. Each year I work on something to show off and each year I chicken out and leave it in the car. If you plan on being at the festival this year, locate the red mini with the white stripes in the parking lot and look on the back seat. I guarantee there is going to be a lovely shawl on it.

A New Toy

Saturday mornings are for lace but before I could start my Flower Basket shawl I needed to wind up all those unruly skeins of my handspun. At 6 am I huddled under my beloved electric blanket and played with my new toy. Usually I wind all my handspun on toilet paper tubes but lately I have had trouble sliding the thinner stuff off. I found this wonderful handmade nostepinne on ebay for a ridiculous price and I love it. I discovered however, that I am not very good at that center pull trick. My first attempt is not very pretty but it does work. I managed to get all the way through the first chart without having to climb under the bed and free my runaway ball from a swarm of dust bunnies. This may or may not be a good thing as the only exercise I have been getting lately in this bitter weather has been chasing balls or popped stitch markers. My wear-everyday-black capri yoga pants that are waiting for spring may just have a big surprise in store.

It Doesn't Take Much

At school, this week's story is about a sheep that gets tangled up in someone's yarn. For the kids it's funny but I always react in horror which creates a great deal of interest in that particular tale. To show them why that upsets me so, each year I bring in my carders and spindles and gather my first grade kiddies on the rug to show them just how hard it is to make yarn. After pulling out a handful of tangled raw wool and loading up the carders all eyes became fixed on the process that turns it into a fluffy cloud. When I began to spin it into a raggedy yarn a little voice from the back said in awe "she's a genius". All heads nodded in agreement. Maybe now I'll be able to get a word in now and again.

Another Bag Full

I did it again. I bought another giant bag of smelly stuff. The crocus peeking up from under the dead leaves in the front garden has awakened the need for making giant wet, drippy messes on the deck. My new, still in the box, drum carder has waited patiently all winter for some filthy fiber to shred into colorful little clouds for spinning. I know I am being overly ambitious since that green roving I began many months ago is still on the bobbin while the socks are at a standstill mid heel. The promise of warm days and time off is too tempting to ignore.