FO – Baudelaires

Spent much of the day cleaning and scrubbing. Making me tired and sore and without much progress to report. Luckily, I have yet to post the info on the finished baudelaires:

baudelaire - silhouette

Project Specs:

  • Yarn: Knit/Purl’s Shibui Sock in “Orchid”
  • Needles: 2 22″ Addi Turbos, 2.5 mm/ US 1
  • Gauge: 8 sts/ inch in stockinette
  • Size: 7.5″ foot circumference
  • Pattern: Baudelaire by Cookie A.
  • Recipient: ME! (little happy dance)
  • Date started: July 24, 2007
  • Date finished: August 9, 2007

Baudelaires - sideways

baudelaires - frontal

And, umm, moving on. Nearly done with the second Slighty Twisted sock. I’ve promised the pattern to a couple of knitters at Mabel’s, so I’m kinda pushing ahead on it more exclusively. For my diligence, I got a whopping headache in the middle of the heel-flap.

I wonder if there’s a better way to sit or to hold my knitting? Any suggestions? When my neck used to get really bad (not to that point yet), I’d drop-spindle – so I’d be looking up and straining the muscles in the opposite direction. It actually works, I swear. But since I’m trying to get these socks done by next Tuesday… hmph.

(I really want to use my spinning wheel now.)

I did promise Opus a skein of handspun yarn. As a ‘thank you’ for these beauties:

mosaic socks silhouette

See? I managed to take a better picture and everything.

Other news? I have officially decreed that there are TOO MANY lace patterns in the world. Yes, you heard read me correctly. I’ve been working on a new design for a pair of socks using my “Smooshy” yarn, and I’m completely overrun with too many pretty lace patterns.

And, oooh, the yarn and needles I ordered from Knit Picks arrived for the Mystery socks I’m designing for the SKA in January. The needles, in the meantime, could effectively be used on, oh, a pair of Embossed Leaves socks. I mean, we wouldn’t want them to get rusty or lonely in the duration, would we?

No, of course not. There’s nothing more disheartening than a set of depressed DPNs.

Must. Stay. Awake.

Q: Why have I moved to wordpress (again)?

A: Because they host PDF files and have a number of other pros. I do wish they had an HTML editor like Blogger, but one can’t have everything. Expect this site to be a WIP in itself for the next month or two.

Anyway.

Finally fell asleep at 5 am this morning. But, I also (finally!) discovered one of the reasons I’m so off-schedule. I’ve been taking my antidepressants & claritin when I wake up (noon-ish) and then not being able to fall asleep until at least 3 am. This morning, after sleeping for a couple of hours, I helped Mum and Dad pack off for Eugene and took my meds much earlier than usual.

Strangely enough, I woke up earlier and had more energy during the day. So, I’m going to set my alarm tonight to wake up early and take my meds.

Anyway. One of the good things about last night? I finished my baudelaires:

Baudelaire

A better picture and FO write-up are forthcoming. I swear. The pic was taken tonight at Knit/ Purl’s Sip ‘n’ Knit with (sorry) my camera-phone.

I also took a pic of the socks Opus made for meee! Aren’t they loverly?

ShiBui Mosaic sox

Made with two skeins of ShiBuiKnits Sock yarn (dark: “Emerald, light: “Anime”), using one of Barbara Walker’s mosaic patterns. And they’re MINE. All mine. Mwahahaha.

At around 7, Opus and I gave into my rumbling tummy (I’m bad, I ate a bowl of Cheerios for breakfast and lunch… I really hope my Mum doesn’t see this post, actually) . We finally made it to this Lebanese restaurant Opus has been praising for eons.

decimated Lebanese food

It was gooood. And then the evil kind waitress brought us warm baklava. I really didn’t want to leave after that. Mmm… baklava.

It’s only 10 pm, but right now I can barely keep my eyes open. Must be the fact I only got, like, 6 hours of sleep. Urgh. I need to knit something mindless. Ooh, Jon Stewart is on.

um, where was I?

Is it Sunday evening already? Wow, that was… fractured. I had a couple of really low days there, so not much was done. Other than lying in bed, wondering what I had done to piss off Hashem so badly.

But I’m better now, and have finally admitted to myself that it’s time to buck up and go to a psychologist. The antidepressants are clearly not working. I hate having to try new drugs (friends and family can tell about the horror of me on Welbutrin), but I hate the lows even more.

Anyway. Enough drama. Somehow, I managed to knit a bit. The heels of the Baudelaires took longer than any other heels I’ve knit. This might be due to my own problems at the time, or it might just be due to the fact that the heels are f*cking insane.


Genius. I’m not denying the genius of toe-up heel gussets/ flaps. But insane. Clearly insane. Cookie A. must have some interesting thoughts.

Tonight was supposed to be a Knitting Southies meet-up (ravelry), but I ended up being the only one to turn out. Nice, I know. I forgive Aimee, as she has a young daughter. To make myself feel better, I indulged in yarn therapy. Looking around Mabel’s, I sought the perfect yarn for Mona’s Embossed Leaves socks.

Finally, I spied the Green Mountain Spinnery cubbies. Ah, c’est magnifique. The colourway “Yarrow” immediately made me think of Birch leaves in autumn, so I snatched up two skeins of Cotton Comfort (20% organic cotton/ 80% wool – and machine washable!), to be used as soon as I get some needles free:


Did I mention that I took out Favourite Socks and Knitting On The Road from the local library? No? Hehehe.

Aaand look, more knitting news!, I’m nearly done with the left sleeve of the SBT, now affectionately known as Miss Lizzy’s Spencer:


I’ve always been fond of the character Elizabeth Bennett, from Pride & Prejudice. Designing something with her in mind has been of interest ever since I read the “Jane Austen knitting” thread on Craftster.

In non-knitting news, I applied for 10 different jobs on Friday. I have absolutely no doubt that I will not be hired for any of them. Which is fine, I have tons of yarn to keep me company.

Oh, and finally, ravelry is going to steal my soul. Sockdown: Ravelry is a success. The SKA hyas 740+ members, and I’m losing track of all the forums I’m on. It’s worse crack than Craftster. Someone saaave me. (well, not really, I’m having too much fun)

throbbing

Arg. Throbbing headache. Short post time. Went to the Portland International Rose Tests Gardens today:


“Wow,” says it all. The perfume was intoxicating, the scenery dazzling, and there was a rainbow of roses spread about. My favourite (other than the one above) was Amethyst:


Honest to goodness, that was the actual colour of the roses.

There was also the Shakespearean garden:


Every plant mentioned by Shakespeare in his plays, sonnets, whatever, was planted there. I couldn’t help but wander around the beds barefoot, indulging in the feeling of lush grass against my soles.

Speaking of soles – baudelaire is nearly to the heels:


And, ouch, too much sun, too much champagne, and just too much stuff today. Gonna go and be quiet in the dark.

Sauvie Island

Sunday was completely uneventful. Monday was… I’ve already forgotten, so one can assume it was also equally uneventful. Tuesday was not uneventful, so it warrants a belated post.

Yesterday, Mum, Emm, Charlie and I drove out to Sauvie Island. It’s a large island located in the Columbia River, 30 mins outside of Portland. It’s famous for having been a Native American, and later Pioneer, site. Of course I realised, as we were driving along OR-30, that I had forgotten my camera at home. Mum and Emm sighed and made snarky comments when I told them I’d use my camera phone instead. Neider, neider to them – it actually worked.

Here’s the southern coast of Sauvie Island, inside the Wildlife Area, taken atop one of the dykes running along the coast:


I have to say that Sauvie Island was incredibly beautiful, and I’m embarrassed that I didn’t get any good photos to prove this. Being incredibly fertile (located on an island in the middle of a river along a volcanic line), there were farms and plants of every type. We passed fields of waving purple at a lavender farm. Rippling gold and green were acres and acres of wheat and corn. And Bailey’s gardening plants were being propagated, too. I even saw wild pears growing on the southern coast.

But, because I was so busy admiring, I tended to forget to take a photo until it was too late. I’m such a tourist, sorry. I can at least claim I remembered to take travelling sock photos:

(Baudelaires on the southern beach)

Once in the Wildlife Area, we managed to get down to the beach. Charlie went crazy, because he loves to play in water. I pulled out my Crocs and Emm rolled up his shorts:

(yep, Charlie still has the dorky haircut)

Here’re Emm and Charlie racing along the shore:


After playing on the southern beach, driving, hiking around the Wildlife Area – they have an island on Sauvie Island, can you believe it?, and finding fresh produce for Emm to devour, we went to the northern coast. The northern coast was different from the southern in a bunch of ways: the water was colder, it was windier, and there was sand:


The socks really enjoyed their time lounging in the sun. We all felt better for it, because they’ve been complaining incessantly about the trekking sock seeing all the action. Emm even offered to carry them into the Columbia:

And so the socks were quieter on the way home.

By 4:30, we had to leave because I’ve started a Stitch ‘n’ Bitch at Mabel’s on Tuesday nights, from 6 – 9 pm. Luckily, I wasn’t too late (oops?), and I got to sit and chat and knit with 3 other PDX knitters for 3 hours. We’re planning to make it a weekly meeting, if you’re in the PDX area and are interested.

By the time I got home, I was completely exhausted and barely managed to keep my eyes open long enough to watch Eureka. I (still) <3 Eureka.

Today was pointless. I went to an interview for a job, but there’s no way I can take it. It’s too far away for too few hours for too little pay. *sigh*

But, I have my knitting. And I heard from D at Knit/ Purl yesterday – they’re buying my pattern! I’ll get the contract details tomorrow or on Friday. W00T!

That alone makes today acceptable. I’m gonna go and find something cool to drink, it’s 92F out…

lagging

My sleep cycle is all wonky after the Harry Potter release party. It’s only been a week, so hopefully it’ll stabilize soon. In the meantime, I’m surviving off of catnaps.

On Friday, Mum and I went to Forest Park, the largest park in any city in the US. Over 5000 acres of greenery, paths, and an Audubon sanctuary. We took the Wildwood path, which curves along a very steep drop (above a 100 ft straight down), but the sock wasn’t too scared:


The dog was tenacious and general pain in the tuckus. I suppose we should consider ourselves lucky he didn’t try to follow a bird off the trail, down the slope. The area is famous for it’s few remaining old growth Douglas Firs – some, I’m told, are up to 8 ft in diameter. The largest we saw was about 6 ft. But, the undergrowth (secondary) was full of maidenhair ferns, Solomon’s seal, and teeny-tiny wild flowers. I really do love the PNW, just for places like this:


Growing up in an area that had been lived on, and tamed by humans, for thousands of years (the Cherokee and Iroquois were settled, remember?) meant that I never saw a tree 100’s of feet high until moving to Oregon. Seeing hundreds of them for the first time (in 2002), blocking out the sun and dizzyingly tall, was an experience I’ll never forget. Even now, thousands of acres of wild forest, old and secondary growth, is awe-inspiring to someone raised on concrete and manicured lawns.

It also impresses (and amuses) the hell outta me that women pioneers settled Oregon wearing corsets and skirts (don’t tell me they didn’t, cuz they did). I often wonder at the foolishness of it all.

But, anyway, that’s enough musing. I know all y’all come for the knitting content.

Today, after sitting through a series excruciatingly off-key Torah readings (oy), meeting some of the local Reconstructionist Shul (I miss East Coast Conservative services so much), and escaping narrowly from a rowdy Bar Mitzvah crowd – I dragged the folks to Lint. If you haven’t heard by now that Lint is closing, you probably don’t live in the PDX area and don’t care.

But, as I do, and the Shul was 5 blocks away, we made a stop. This post definitely qualifies for SSE. 10 balls of Rowan 4-Ply Cotton:

9 in Aegean, for the body of a lace pullover, and 1 in Bluebell for accents.
Can you tell I already have the pattern designed?

Aaand, the last 2 balls of Panda Cotton in white:


For a pair of spocks with antique, enameled black buttons. I cannot wait to finish them. I just have to finish little D’s pair (one nearly done!), and then I can CO my own.

Other than that? I put the spencer-bolero-thing back on the needles, because Opus wants a copy of the pattern – but I have to finish knitting the SBT before I can write a pattern for it. I’m 16 rows away from finishing Clue 2 on the Mystery Stole, and am nearly to the heels on Baudelaire.

And that’s about everything. I hope this post was better than the last few… And, thank you everyone for your congrats! This is so exciting.

socks and … more socks

This post is a bit tardy. I uploaded the pictures last night, but then got distracted by cleaning and knitting that I forgot to finish it. Oops? (It’s now 3pm, 7/26/07)

My promise to write better posts is going to be unfulfilled for another day. Sorry. Here’s my Baudelaire progress as of yesterday:


And, here’s the trekking sock enjoying the sun and breeze on the Willamette:

(taken with my phone)

At around 4, Emm started whining (okay, it was closer to nagging) about the fact that I had promised to take a walk with him. I don’t know why the boy won’t go on walks by himself, he just won’t. I decided to look up the Portland parks service website and decided that we would go to Waterfront Park.

By the end of a 2 mi walk, Emm was whining (he really was) because he was hungry. Sometimes I feel like I have a 5 year old. Anyway. I fed him and we made our way home on a packed bus (where I entertained flashbacks of Naples), and my knitting was covertly watched by a couple dozen people.

So… lemme see. The ‘rents came home last night, as the paint fumes were causing Mum to have asthma attacks. They ‘ooh’d and ‘ahh’d over the new spinning wheel and my progress on the MS3.

And, well, that’s about it. I’m going to try and call the Peace Corps again tomorrow (I keep forgetting about the time difference and always manage to call on their lunch break or after closing). Amy Singer will be at the Sip’n’Knit tonight, I’ve already promised to meet with Opus there.

I guess I’d better bring my camera to make up for the last couple of lame posts.

sleepyhead

Got food poisoning yesterday. Or, something like it. Mum and Emm and I all got sick within 3 hours of eating at Burgerville. *sigh* I also got to take copious amounts of Benadryl, because they use the same oil for french fries and onion rings. Not going there again.

All the Benadryl is making me sleeeepy.

But I was very excited (in a droopy way) to receive two parcels in the mail yesterday. One from Penny, containing ducky finger puppers to cheer me up (and cotton floss):

I have a ducky finger pirate!!!
(Thank you, Penny!)

The other package was from The Loopy Ewe. I gave in and ordered one of their new CTH Sockitome skeins, in “Peacock”:

I ordered it on Friday, wow that was fast.

Because I was feeling quite peaky, I didn’t get much knitting done. I did, however, finally strap some steel to my backbone and grafted on the lace border to Mum’s Oregon lace shawl:

Now I just need to block it.
(This is where I cry: help meeee!)

After finishing that (and staring at the wall for an hour or two), I cast on a pair of Baudelaire, with my ShiBui Knits Sock, in “Orchid”:


And, um, I’m sorry this post is so bare-bones. I’m still a bit peaky.

I went to the East Side Knitters Meet-up at Twisted tonight, even so, and met a bunch of cool knit-bloggers. The ride there was harrowing. The first connection I made was wrong (why am I in the boonies?) and then I accidentally got on the Knight Bus disguised as a Muggle vehicle. I swear to Hashem the bus drove up on curbs and made turns that are impossible within the Laws of Physics.

But, positive note – I arrived still-breathing, met lots of friendly knitters (already noted, I know), and didn’t spend a dime on yarn. Food doesn’t count. We (Aimee and I) have agreed to start a knitting group nearer to us on Tuesday nights. Mabel’s Cafe & Knittery, 6 – 9 pm. Drop by if you’re in SE PDX :D

I think that’s everything. I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise. Over and out.