I finally bit the bullet and attempted knitting in the round.
I have not only mastered the 'Emily Ocker's cast on', but have used 4 dpn's to begin with and am now on a circular needle. To start off, needles were flying around everywhere, poking me here and poking me there. But I perservered, I showed those needles who were boss, just like Elizabeth Zimmerman said I would. I have cast on the EZ Pi Shawl, and what an addictive knit it has become.
My first shawl, my first E O cast on, my first E Z pattern (love it), my first experience with dpn's, and my first knitting in the round.
Perfect, as we had all succumbed to the flu in this house, (almost all, it appears Coen has been spared). We have had the works, vomiting, diarrhoea, coughing, sneezing and endless boxes of tissues have been used.
I find, as a single parent illnesses very challenging. The first couple of days were not so bad with Mia sick first then folllowd closely behind by Camilla. But on the fourth morning I knew I was in trouble. Having had no sleep for the previous 3 nights, nursing Mia, my defences were well and truly down.
It is in these dark moments of pain and fogginess I find myself thinking 'how are we going to get through this'.
So, here we are 10 days later, feeling a little more human than wounded animal. Now the task is to clean the house as nothing has been done in a week.
Plenty of knitting though, in between resting on the couch in front of the fire. No sports were played over the weekend, as I declared complete rest for everyone, no matter how well you think you may feel.
This post was prompted by "pictures". I have just finished reading how 'M' has lost hers. And after watching 60 minutes last night (something I normally would not do), I found myself looking at pictures of old classmates well into the late hours of the night.
The impact of looking at pictures, the emotional torrent of flooding memories. And the drowning sensation. Yet, in complete contrast the overwhelming joy (birth pictures)
Pictures Of You
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost belive that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe the pictures are all I can feel
Remembering you, standing quiet in the rain As I ran to your heart to be near And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close How I always held close in your fear
Remembering you, running soft through the night You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow And screamed at the make believe, screamed at the sky And you finally found all your courage to let it all go
Remembering you, fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone white, so delicate, lost in the cold You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering you, how you used to be Slow drowned, you were angels So much more than everything Hold for the last time, then slip away quietly Open my eyes, but I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart If only I'd thought of the right words I wouldn't be breaking apart All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you But I never hold on to your heart Looking so long for the words to be true But always just breaking apart My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to never feel the breaking apart My pictures of you
When I first stumbled across this scarf on Ravelry, I enjoyed the complexity of the pattern (only a 2 row repeat). Now, after finally mastering the pattern (I did mention it has ONLY a 2 row repeat), I am really enjoying this knit. It is actually fun, once your fingers have recovered. Definitely a slow knit, but what a refreshing change from mindless 'stocking stitch'.
This yarn and the available colour palette is stunning.
"Fine wool grown in Montana. The colours were inspired by the natural world here on the Rocky Mountain Front, and are unique to our company. It's processed in Maine and spun on an antique spinning mule."
I feel the word 'rustic' is overused in descriptions, but it is certainly warranted when describing this particular yarn.
Our newest member of the family.
She made her way into our home and hearts uninvited.
But she is here to stay.
Aptly named for when attacking skeins of yarn S - T - E - L - L - AAAAAAAA
Habu Textiles Fiddlehead Cotton Silk, this is a very rare, traditional yarn from Niigata inNorthern Japan. It is made from mixing the fiddlehead fern cotton with silk. The result is a delicate, very soft, rustic yarn.
Habu Textiles Silk Stainless Steel 69% silk, 31% stainless steel. Originally used as an industrial yarn to create oil filters, this extra fine yarn has a core of stainless steel with silk wrapped around the core. Because of the stainless steel, there is a memory in the yarn.
Manos del Uruguay is a non profit organistaion which assembles over 400 artisans in cooperatives scattered throughout the countryside of Uruguay. The aim of the organisation is to bring economic and social opportunities to rural women.
Unfortunately, I haven't been able to capture the true colour of this yarn. (Juniper 3043).
It is the most exquisite blue.
Hello, my name is Caroline and I am a yarn addict.