http://chezaristote.net All Manner of Needlework; Occasional Hegelian Dialectic; Guaranteed Aristotelian Categories Mon, 07 Jun 2010 01:55:28 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I made Elizabeth Zimmerman's famous baby sweater, the February Baby Sweater that is, while I was waiting for Frank to show up. I had started it at some point, appropriately, in February. Frank was due in mid-March, and although I'd been planning a sweater, some sweater for a while, I only ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=80 So, I have a baby now. He wears pants. A lot of pants. These are not even all the pants he owns. We often go places and see other babies who are dressed to the nines, fitted out with collared shirts, hoodies, special tiny khakis, possibly name brand baby sneakers. Poor Frank has ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=79 I realized that I had not made myself a pair of socks for some time. Socks for others, which made things seem as if sock-making was continuing at a great pace, but it had stalled for my own drawer. I have three pairs from a few years ago which have gotten ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=78 Hmm, that lovely hat I made in August? The winds the Mid-Atlantic has produced this season blow right through it. And planned jauntiness/wear at an angle over only one ear means the other ear is cold indeed. So I resurrected a hat I cast on last winter, and had put by ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=77 It seems like everyone is canning these days. It's cool, it's hip.  Now, I've never made jelly,* or saved summer vegetables, but I do make pickles... not from cucumbers however, but from these guys: It turns out that across the Americas, there's this funny vegetable growing that kind of looks like ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=75 I keep making hats. I keep not wanting to pick them up as I walk out the door. Till now? In the winter, there's always a pile of more or less guilty handmade hats, chilling by the door. I pick the least evil and run out. Then the next day I ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=74 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 ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=72 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. Fortunately, I was on my way to work. ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=71 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. 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 ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=68 I made these mittens, but I haven't told you about them. First fair-isle ever. A proof of the principle that the more complicated the project, the richer the satisfaction. I admit it, I ripped a few times. But it was worth it--after a while, I got a rhythm, two strands in the ... http://chezaristote.net/?p=64