Slippers, pretty ones.

I am pleased with these slippers. The cold floors of Connecticut almost brought several pairs into being, not to mention the desire to steal these particular ones and wear them around: both hb and I forgot our slippers this Christmas. But they are not for me, they are for my mother, whose feet are only a very little bit larger than mine: I have the third smallest feet in my  family, my mother, the fourth; yet we are both size 9.

Sushi slippers

She is hard to please, so I hope the packaging will sway her. Our floors in Louisiana are fairly cold too.

I was initially attracted to this particular pattern for slippers because of the shape: they seemed remarkably well thought out, much more elegant than your typical knitted slipper, which seem bulky, baggy, fine for comfort but hardly good looking. Indeed, I had not considered knitting slippers to be a useful thing to do, but the pictures of this pattern, at any rate, convinced me to give it a go.

Modest slippers

The pattern is the Pleated Ballet Flats of cocoknits, the yarn only one ball of Karabella Aurora 8. The knitting of these went extraordinarily quickly, perhaps an hour and a half per shoe, despite knitting the soles as a strip of garter stitch, and despite the crazy process of pleating, which involves two extra dpns in addition to the main two needles. (I am proud to say that being on a bus to New York did not impede my nascent pleating ability. Knitted pleats are in fact easier than sewn ones.) Now A. and L., my compatriots at the yarn store, were concerned about the pattern’s worth, efficacy, etc., and rightly so. It costs six dollars to download, which is on the high side for a pdf, not to mention for a pattern, not to mention for a slipper pattern. But I was willing to believe that it could be worth paying for the very involved shaping, not to mention the pleats.

Pointing slipper, ssturated

(Balletomanes will no doubt note the failure of my toe to really point.)

Thus these were an experiment in pattern trusting. Starting to knit them, I wanted to make sure that the whole thing stayed on, and that the heel in particular stayed on, and was prepared to modify, perhaps even sew in elastic if worst came to worst. I love how the side of the shoe curves lower at the arch, just like actual pretty shoes, but it did seem possible this was hardly a practical shape for a slipper. So I made one large decision to knit them not in aran but in worsted, a very slightly smaller yarn, but keep the needle size the same. I think this succeeded–the brief wearing I allowed myself proved them determined to stay on, but not constrictively tight or anything. A spur of the moment modification, which was actually pretty important for the final shape of these, was two extra decreases at the top of the sole to make the toe more pointy–I like this a lot. One thing I look for in a shoe is its ability to make my feet feel dainty, or to walk daintily at any rate, and this I think I want to hold on to even in a slipper. The pointed toe–not the dreaded-by-J. extra long toe of office fame, but a decently pointed one–helps.

So, I’m pleased with these slippers. I want some for my own. Black, perhaps?

Blue Mitten Interlude

I was so proud of my herringbone mittens, that went with my coat so well. But it’s still jacket weather, and walking out of the door in my black and white herringbone/tweed jacket, I picked those saffron-and-oatmeal mittens up and thought, well, shit.

mitten first

Fortunately, I was on my way to work. At work there is both yarn and a computer to find free patterns on, and by the time I left, I had one mitten down. (That’s what bulky yarn will do for you.) The second went even quicker. (Pattern and yarn.) HB made fun of the nature of bulky-knitted-fabric at first, which does lead to larger gaps between larger stitches. In the end, however, he even condescended to wear one briefly in a remarkably non-heated stone building. (But then he was too embarrassed to be sharing a double-Michael-Jackson moment so he gave it back.)

Coat with more matching mittens

Here’s my jacket, the pride of H&M. I think it may be a little over-designed–large fold-up collar, and belled/gathered sleeves, and belt loops (the belt I think must still be at the store, alas), and waist shaping. But it has a certain charm; I’ve always wanted a tweed jacket this color. It reminds me of the Gillian Lewis Italian armor look from her PR show. It actually looks especially good when you put your hands in the pockets, which is rare in a jacket.

Sandwich bread

Another photo of blues–my sandwich bread, sort of a riff on The Joy of Cooking’s pita recipie. (I split the dough into two parts, and bake each for 22 minutes in the convection oven at 350.) Now, the thing about clothes is that once you make them, you’re finished. They stick around. This is not the case with bread, alas. I’m always surprised when I have to make it again. So I think I took a picture to try to hold on to the moment. But I want to ask about bread recipies–anyone know a good book? I’m sort of in a slump; homemade bread is good, but I want it to be remarkable bread as well. Perhaps then I can return to the glory days of two full non-sandwich loaves a week.

Christmas knitting will soon return, although I may try to copy a friend’s store-bought fingerless gloves that have a mitten top to pull over your fingers–perfect for class.

Amusing Update: I saw my jacket’s fraternal twin on the metro. It was the same fabric, which I infer from seeing the same fault in the bolt–one ridge of right-slanting herringbone was a quarter inch too big. It had the same collar, a little less waist shaping, more boxy shoulders, and a huge black leather zipper slanting across the front, instead of my three fabric-covered buttons. And straight sleeves. It looked like she had paid more money for it, but got a less cool coat.

Amusing Update II: Ok, now I just saw my same H&M jacket walking toward me on campus. Why did Tim Gunn have to go a recommend shopping at this store to everyone? But it looks better without the belt.

October is the month.

My favorite month.  Although the wind has not with frosty fingers punished my hair, as yet. Due to September having been far cooler here in the mid-Atlantic.

really lovely yarn

There was a period where you couldn’t walk here without stepping on volumes of Heidegger, but I finally finished that huge paper, with some help from Robert Frost. If the man’s going to talk about Germans and poetry, I figured exegesis of “The Gift Outright” was fair game. But this done, I’m starting to play around with Christmas knitting. I’ve always had big plans and few realizations. But the new Holiday Vogue Bobbled Tam has changed this. I’m making two. Soon there will be pictures of the magenta one. My requests for domestic photography are received with more and more coldness, alas.

I finally took this off of my spinning wheel:

Orangey yarn

It’s been there for most of the summer; I just can’t be happy with anything I do on that Louet anymore. Well, soon, I will get my Lendrum. Perhaps.

Ikea fabric

A new purchase: Ikea fabric, destined to be curtains for the study, when I can work myself back up to the boringness of rectangle sewing. I hemmed the beige living room ones last weekend, and by the end, I hardly cared if my lines were straight or not, anything to be finished. No doubt this charming flat gray will make things easier. Am I the only one tired of gray heather?

Mittens of Determinate Negation

I made these mittens, but I haven’t told you about them.

The poms show their worth

First fair-isle ever. A proof of the principle that the more complicated the project, the richer the satisfaction.

Smithsonian in September

I admit it, I ripped a few times. But it was worth it–after a while, I got a rhythm, two strands in the left hand, and it worked. (Even worked on it at the Smithsonian Castle, here–some September weather that pleased.)

Mittens close

Why determinate negation? When you do something because you think you can’t–and completing it negates the negation.

Anyone want a sock?

Sock says hai

I have honorable trade in mind.

Sock on a plate

The yarn: Fleece Artist Basic Merino Sock in color ‘Hercules’.

The Pattern: Child’s First Sock in Shell Pattern from Knitting Vintage Socks, by Nancy Bush. Woman’s size 6.5/7.5, although it does go around my size 9. It’s actually a very similar lace pattern to Pomatomus, only smaller shell bits.

Trouble is, I currently own this multicolored ankle sock, and what I want are nearly-solid colored knee socks. Now, knee socks I don’t look for, but what if I sent you the sock, the rest of the ball–74 grams, to be precise–and the pattern, and you sent me nearly-to-semi-solid sock yarn? (Probably no one has enough solid lying around  for knee socks, and anyway, the made sock probably doesn’t equal another skein of yarn. Unless this sock enraptures you.)

So how about it?

ETA: 6:11pm  Ok, Deb is letting me cash in my yarn karma from before, but I still need to give this sock away! Don’t let me carry the guilt of .5 pairs of socks–

ETA2: 11:16pm  Yay! Laura is taking .5 pairs off my hands! Thank you internets!

The shawl considered

The shawl–vexed from the beginning? Someone was just wearing one in my George Eliot book, on their way to an unlucky assignation. Also a red one got left symbolically in the mud in Frances H. Burnett the other day. The ‘village lass’ look decidedly needs work. Village chicks are easily fooled, and are often no better than they should be. Likewise the shawl?

too cool shot

Hmm.

The window shot

I made this shawl, caught up in something like Thomas-Hardy-style inexorable dark destiny. I had this beautiful seacell merino from Neighborhood Fibers, one of the prettiest greens I’ve ever seen (you can see the color a little better here), and an Interweave magazine with the Swallowtail shawl in it, and the shawl grew extremely quickly. So quickly, I had to rely on the kindness of strangers, piratical ones at that–thank you for ever, dreadpiratekel!–to obtain another 2 oz. to finish.

you can see the nupps here

So it was rather without considering the consequences of my actions that this was made. But as Meghan recently pointed out, styling makes a difference; perhaps between shawls that symbolize feminine weakness and shawls that kick–well, that show up the power of the negative side of the Pythagorean Table of Opposites.

should have been tighter

By the time HB and I got outside, the shawl had slipped a little from the perfection of the folds I had achieved in front of the mirror, so I don’t think that this is quite as sharp a look as I was going for, but hopefully, you get the idea. (Does this mean I need a shawl pin? ) (Also, check out this chick’s rather more frothy green shawl, the pictures of which inspired the way we were hoping to take photos.)

Let us all hope the thing won’t lead to any harsh village tragedies involving water, whether ponds (The Return of the Native) or streams (Mill on the Floss) or thunderstorms in which the barn catches on fire, or all the wheat is ruined, and so forth. Perhaps sunglasses will help.

Finishing details finished; Maroon disclosed.

It is uncomfortable to wear sweaters in August, but one’s work must be properly documented.

Forec

Yes, done! New buttons, blocked button bands–snaky bits mostly gone–and HB graciously taking time out from Post Captain to take pictures just outside our new place. [S. Japel’s iconic pattern; ravelry details.]

Side

I started this last year because I thought I didn’t have enough impressive whole sweaters to my name, and I believe this satisfies those conditions. Now it does, anyway. I remember that, at the time, the first 10 inches impressed my Early Greek Philosophy classmates. I don’t think they had seen a bobble before.

Which reminds me: mine is the full version, five stitch bobbles, bobble pattern all the way to the wrist–there’s a very popular modification, that raises the ribbing on the sleeves and makes three stitch bobbles, or leaves them out, or uses different cables. It tends to look more sporty that way, which is cool; but mine is the glorious whole. The only thing I did do is make the garter ribs two bumps instead of three, which I think follows the picture instead of the pattern. I probably could have given myself a half inch more in the raglan increase before the sleeves, but knowing how my sweaters, hand made or not, stretch, I think I’ll be all right. I also think that there ought to be more sweaters with mandarin collars. A lot more.

Er, another shawl

So, I was talking before about how I wanted to start a sweater? Well, I did not in fact begin a sweater. The maroon cone yarn from New Zealand (bought long ago, nameless, from ebay) that I neglected to note on Ravelry yet couldn’t bear to give away got put on top of our bookshelves, so temptingly, and while searching for a lace shawl pattern, and beginning a lace shawl, I decided that the lace shawl would be far better in dk anonymous maroon than in lace weight, however nice. We’ll see. I still can’t get over how the triangle gets bigger each time, triangularly. But I want to make a sweater. We’ll see.

Curtains and a Sock

We’re moved!

Serafim takes advantage of double curtain

And much of my moving task was and is to make curtains. A great many in fact, not yet all done. But the bedroom ones are, which you see above. I prolonged my task by putting blind hems on this first set, which I may abandon in favor of more time for projects that are not simply rectangle after rectangle.

Coolest fabric ever

Now, you might not guess it, but hb has opinions about how curtains should look, and he despises my fabric choice. I however have an unshaken belief that they are the coolest curtains ever, and are perfect for our quilt. Like Calder and punk rock, the pattern lifts my heart a little every time I see it. I think the other curtains are going to be beige. (Although another trip to Ikea this Thursday for bar stools may produce some other cheerful pattern for the study curtains.)

DSC03861

I failed to get a decent picture of them in their full effect: the fact that they were backlit escaped me at the time. But I hope I have at least provided some evidence of their being reasonably good-looking. We’re internet-free still at the new place, so I retreated to Eastern Market in order to play with the photos and so forth.

Time out from moving.

What time I can spare from curtains and Hegel are devoted to these. When I finish, I think I will start some sweater or other from my carefully culled stash. Thanks to all the lovely knitters who came and got my yarn! You made my move easier, and I’m so pleased that you all managed to find things you wanted. Thank you thank you!

Free yarn this Thursday, 7/31

How to say this? We’re moving, and there will be no basement kitchen to store yarn in. Alas. Alas.

A sad day, a happy spouse

(And this is hardly all.) (There’s even unreported yarn, as in, not listed on Ravelry, from shame.)

So, come by the corner of 10th and D NE, in the District of Columbia–gray house with porch–this Thursday from 5-9pm, and get some free yarn. It’s all free. I just have to get rid of it before Saturday morning. There’s a lot of sweaters in this pile, even some socks. Heck, you could make a blanket or two if you wanted. Did I mention the lambswool or llama rovings? I just want it to go to a good home, instead of the impious trashcan.

(At the very least, Hb is very, very pleased.)

Trouble with buttons.

Pretty, small

I have in fact finished the knitting of my Forecast sweater, of which I am very proud. But the charming buttons I had planned to use for so long were far too small to stay in their buttonholes, even though I made them 1-stitch-large, instead of two. While I love how they are little small clear-blue imitations of the bobbles, they simply pop out of their holes at three eighths of an inch. (The original pattern called for .75 inch buttons to fit two-stitch holes.)

The Buttons are too small

(I should also block the button band so it lies flat and is not snaky.) So I again went downtown to the old fabric store–they have hired a third employee, 30-odd, so the atmosphere the Frenchman creates is a little lessened–and looked around for blue-glass buttons of any kind. They had many clear buttons in nearly every other color except blue, so in the end I went with these 5/8’s:

New, better, larger buttons

I will miss the blueness, but at least these will stay put.

(Hurrah, I finished a sweater!)