Back in aught-ten I won some yarn in a Webs contest that I didn’t even know that I had entered.
The yarns were lovely, but I thought that the red and the blue were too luscious for socks (red is 80/20 bamboo/merino; blue is 80/10/10 merino/cashmere goat/nylon) and too bright to wear next my face in a cowl. The green (100% alpaca) was perfect as is, and I used it to knit a cowl (apparently unblogged) for a friend.
The red and blue languished in the stash for several years, then I had the glorious idea to tea-dye them to tame the colors. The red remains unphotographed, but here is the blue.
After. I find it amusing that tea-dyeing bright blue yarn turns it teal, e.g. greenish-blue.
The now-teal yarn continued to languish in the stash until a few weeks ago when the need for a turquoise-ish hat arose. I have the perfect yarn for that! Tragically, however, in the intervening years an enterprising moth had discovered the skein. I knit it anyway and just removed the damaged bits; this led to a lot of ends to be woven in…
…and a hat that bears a surprising resemblance to a squid.
- Bubbles got her name in a contest in the post linked in the first sentence above. Winner here.
Things never to say to a yarn shop owner.
Okay, every one of us needs this.
This makes me giggle. And this is magnificent.
A stash, explained.
Bah, bah, blackpug.
If only we could knit this fast.
A new RESIST hat coming in April.
Not Nine Inch Nails.
Thousands of years ago…
Perfect for January.
Remember this afghan? No? Here are some photos to remind you.
When I put this down last April it was nine squares wide and four squares long.
I have been working on it for a couple weeks, and it is a bit bigger now.
My plan is that this will be 45″x75″, or nine by fifteen squares, so it will be 7/15 done when I finish that maroon square at upper left. But it is so much fun to knit mitered squares that I may keep going until I run out of white/off-white yarn. King-sized blanket, anyone?
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I attended a town hall hosted by my congressman last week. I will spare you my rant on it, but you should know that I knitted during the meeting, and that there were handknits represented.
Hand-knit hat and sweater; she also had a bulky hand-knit cowl. Her name-tag says, “Constituent (Not paid agitator)
A visit to the zoo.
The man who stopped thousands of people from becoming HIV-positive.
Opinions on climate change.
Homemade vegetable stock powder.
Shopping in Ikea: an existential experience.
In the spring a young
man’s swan’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Last week I saw a single swan standing on the ice doing the neck stretch and retract. It must be spring!
Wouldn’t this be fun to knit and wear?
Knit and purl depicted in knitting.
This one is for you, Mayhem!
Have I already posted this? Never mind, it’s worth a second look.
What a clever sleeve!
We did something important. Yup.
Need a pair of fake Uggs?
I wouldn’t wear this, but maybe you would.
Divine these ancient runes.
The dangers of knitting and Netflix-ing.
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Sometimes the knitting and the politics, they get mixed.
A nifty way to slice vegies. Gotta try it.
Oh, dear. Another from them.
Glacial calving: 2001. 2012. The deepwater channel that fuels the calving. It‘s a big sucker. And it flexes. Altogether, the glacier has the potential to raise global sea levels by an estimated two feet.
Play State of the Union bingo with the League of Women Voters on Tuesday, February 28.
I have fallen behind on linking to Chris’s links.
The Electric Rock Penguins.
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From my email this week (attributed to Susan Keller).
Is there a silver lining? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it looks like America is getting great again. Just look at the progress made since the election:
- Unprecedented levels of ongoing civic engagement.
- Millions of Americans now know who their state and federal representatives are without having to google.
- Millions of Americans are exercising more. They’re holding signs and marching every week.
- Alec Baldwin is great again. Everyone’s forgotten he’s kind of a jerk.
- The Postal Service is enjoying the influx cash due to stamps purchased by millions of people for letter and postcard campaigns.
- Likewise, the pharmaceutical industry is enjoying record growth in sales of anti-depressants.
- Millions of Americans now know how to call their elected officials and know exactly what to say to be effective.
- Footage of town hall meetings is now entertaining.
- Tens of millions of people are now correctly spelling words like narcissist, fascist, misogynist, holocaust and cognitive dissonance.
- Everyone knows more about the rise of Hitler than they did last year.
- Everyone knows more about legislation, branches of power and how checks and balances work.
- Marginalized groups are experiencing a surge in white allies.
- White people in record numbers have just learned that racism is not dead. (See #6)
- White people in record numbers also finally understand that Obamacare IS the Affordable Care Act.
- Stephen Colbert’s “Late Night” finally gained the elusive #1 spot in late night talk shows, and Seth Meyers is finding his footing as today’s Jon Stewart.
- “Mike Pence” has donated millions of dollars to Planned Parenthood since Nov. 9th.
- Melissa FREAKING McCarthy.
- Travel ban protesters put $24 million into ACLU coffers in just 48 hours, enabling them to hire 200 more attorneys. Lawyers are now heroes.
- As people seek veracity in their news sources, respected news outlets are happily reporting a substantial increase in subscriptions, a boon to a struggling industry vital to our democracy.
- Live streaming court cases and congressional sessions are now as popular as the Kardashians.
- Massive cleanup of Facebook friend lists.
- People are reading classic literature again. Sales of George Orwell’s 1984 increased by 10,000% after the inauguration. (Yes, that is true. 10,000%. 9th grade lit teachers all over the country are now rock stars.)
- More than ever before, Americans are aware that education is important. Like, super important.
- Now, more than anytime in history, everyone believes that anyone can be President. Seriously, anyone.
Nobody does it better than The Cheeto.
First of all, get your minds out of the gutter.
Second, Smokey found this, in case anyone wants one more or less like his.
Third, for =Tamar: how to apply pressure without straining arm muscles. He wedges his — against the bed’s headboard, against the back of his chair, against the dog — and leans against it. Experimentation is the key.
Another local trivia night, this time a fundraiser for a local charity, was held a couple weeks ago. I got myself and a couple friends on a team, and we won! Go, team!
Bald gentleman at left is father of Scotty and Kiera The Teenage Helpers. Blonde woman at lower right is candidate for local judge’s seat. The MC is the state assembly candidate for whom I was treasure last year. It’s a small world here in rural America.
The contest was a lot of fun, as always, and every one of us on the team made a significant contribution. The best part was the trophy and the prize. The winner of the first trivia night awarded the *trophy*, saying, “In order to win, you have to know a lot of shit!”
The prize was a $1,000 contribution to the winning team’s charity, which in our case was the local humane society. Yay for the puppehs and kittehs!
The day Smokey had his surgery was a long one. We had to get up at 5am in order to get to the hospital in St Paul on time, then I stayed at the hospital all day until he was installed in his room after the surgery and recovery. Later I had dinner with Younger Son before driving back to Wisconsin.
I attribute my tripping that night over the dogs’ water dish — which has been in the same place for at least ten years — to being overtired. I caught my toe on it, stumbled forward to *attack* the table next to my knitting chair, then *attacked* the chair itself. Too tired to clean up the mess, I left it until the next day… which meant I could photograph the scene and share it with youse guys.
Every one of my knitting tools — stitch markers, row counters, scissors, the whole lot — spilled. And then I knocked over my rocking chair.
All was not lost, though. This is exactly how my glass of wine landed.
All’s well that ends well.