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Need the smell of summer

Bear and I are chafing to get to Spring. We want the big thaw. The bulbs to shoot and the daffodils to carpet the yard in yellow. Unfortunately, the blog will be a bit boring unless Bear accommodates us all by being entertaining.

I’m keeping my sanity (while I work work work) through a few simple things:

New dinner ware set. (And COFFEE. The cup was rinsed hastily for it’s photo shoot.)

A very pretty note (in content and looks, can’t get better than that) from a lovely person who I am honored to call friend and family.

Tea from China.

I finished the waist shaping on the back of my sweater!!! (As much as I look at those waist decreases and wonder if they are a little dramatic, I am ignoring them. FINISH FINISH FINISH.)

(Gilligan, the title is from “I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light” by Brand New. I picked it because I heard the lyrics this morning and was like. YESYESYEYSEYSEYES OMG YES. Full line: “The time has come for colds and overcoats. [...] I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears.”)

better run from my gun

I’m in need of soothing, so here’s some pretty from Valentine’s Day:


from me: Child’s Play


from my mom: Prism, U-Pick, Roller Skate, Dolly

I actually have two each of the yarns in the last picture. My mom wanted me to knit warm socks for my feet. I have big feet, so each foot needs it’s own ball/skein of yarn.

(Linda, title is inspired by the crappy day and Foster The People’s “Pumped up Kicks”)

apple of my eye

So this Christmas break my aunt asked for fingerless gloves that converted into mittens. If you haven’t seen how these work:

There’s a mitten top flap that you pull over your fingers and underneath it looks like a fingerless mitten.

They (my aunt, Superwoman, and her oldest daughter, Pippi) really liked the look of my handspun. The gradient and random color changes appealed to them more than the colorwork mittens I’ve been doing. So I told them I would make them fingerless mittens and convertible mittens out of handspun. So on Sunday and yesterday, I did this:

So my problem comes in with the ball on the left. The weight of that ball is about 30 grams. The weight of the mitten is about 60 grams. This means that when I finish the thumb I’ll probably have about a 65 gram mitten and the ball will be about 25 grams. There’s no way I can make a second mitten out of 25 grams of yarn. Sadly I’m not that crazy. I’m not sure WHY I kept knitting when I realized this problem was coming. I KNEW it, but I kept going.

I’m super bummed because I think these mittens are gorgeous.

I think I even handled attaching the flap part pretty well. That the colors match close enough that it looks pretty open and closed from the front and the back.

So I’m stuck. I could reknit these as just fingerless mittens. I MIGHT be able to eek plain mittens out of the yarn I’ve got, especially if I went up a needle size. I could totally drop the idea of using this yarn for mittens and make a hat (I’ve never made myself a hat). But I don’t think I’ve GOT enough handspun in fun colors to make Superwoman her convertible mittens. So MAYBE what I could do is take some commercial yarn and knit the ribbed parts with commercial yarn and do the rest out of my handspun. I might have enough yarn if I do that… I’m just not sure.

But one thing is for sure, I won’t be getting convertible mittens out of this yarn. If I WANT to make convertible mittens completely from handspun I’m going to have to spin the yarn from scratch. So I guess the real problem here is that I won’t have mittens for her in a week unless I make plain mittens or do them out of commercial yarn.

su-su-su-su-such a long time long time

So I disappeared for about a month. During that time we had our neighbors over for meals. It’s kinda awesome having people that are so nice come over and hang out and eat. Bear and I really appreciate them. They all live across the street. The neighbor directly across from us pretty much keeps to her family and isn’t so fun to talk to. So our favorite neighbors are a lady across and to the left. She’s lives alone and works from home. I’ll call her Left. Across and to the right are the happiest couple I’ve ever met. I’ll call them Mrs Right and Mr Right. We shared the wonder of ackee and saltfish with Left. She’s Bear’s favorite neighbor I think. Mr and Mrs Right came over for steaks and a football game after they got back to the US from a funeral in Europe. They are the kind of people who are genuinely interested in people. So they thought my spinning was kinda fascinating and our TV was awesome and the steaks Bear made were the best ever. They are a joy to be around.

I’ve also been spinning on the fiber pictured here on the same wheel in that post. I finally finished the whole whack of it. 8 oz split across 2 bobbins. 2 ply, low twist on the singles and high twist on the ply. It drapes like you wouldn’t believe. I hated spinning it. The silk got EVERYWHERE and the fiber just felt too droopy. I like it a lot more now that it’s yarn. I’m sure I’d love to knit with it, but I think it’d be awesome to sell. There’s about 1200 yards of fingering weight. That’s an incredible whack of fiber and would be great for a project. I’ll probably take pictures later.

So I basically spun 8oz of 50/50 merino silk in the last month and then plied it and I found out that my wheel spins like a dream. Worth every penny when I’m spinning the wheel to the right. The second I try to ply/spin to the left, it turns into the crankiest bitchiest little beast you’ve ever met. I think the wheel needs to be named Jekyll and Hyde. I messed with the wheel and then I googled and the I went on ravelry and finally I think I might have an answer. I need a second drive band to spin in the opposite direction. I hope. If I don’t find a solution, I’m probably gonna be kinda upset. As much as I love my Fricke, I was hoping that could become the training wheel for my mom or someone (if I ever found anyone who wanted to learn how to spin). For now it’ll have to be my plying wheel.

Linda, the title is from the song Stuttering by Ben’s Brother.