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Funky hats

Lately I’ve gotten on this funky hat kick. I used to not be so much of a hat person. It’s got something to do with how regular hats don’t really look very good on me. Top hats? Nope. Fedoras? Not a chance. Beanies? Maybe. However, I have discovered one thing. This hat looks fantastic on me. It is, in a word… funky. And I’m in love with it. I wear it pretty much every day that I don’t want to wash my hair, and it hides my hair for me! How awesome is that, huh?

I will admit, I do get some pretty funky hat hair. But that happens, I guess.

I guess what I’ve been trying to get around to is that I want to knit myself a very funky hat. I’m thinking something along the lines of the Scrappy Scarf (Rav), except just in plain stockinette and probably without so many color changes… considering I’ve got about seven colors to work with:

Some of the yarn I’m working with are scraps of former projects, some not. I also get to work with some bent straights because I don’t have some size 3 circs/dpns. Woo! Always a fun day over here. But it’ll work out fine. I made a beret with some straights once and it turned out okay. Right? Right.

(P.S. I don’t know what happened to the socks. No clue. It’s very strange.)

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Homeward bound

A pseudo-photo essay by Yours Truly. (Or, conversely: “Comments on socks and why I don’t want to knit them right now”)

As of Monday night, I found myself pleased in a very sort of hostile, dominating way on finishing Ryan’s socks. I already knew that after I finished his socks that it would be immediately onto another pair of socks for my aunt, because she sends me amazing care packages and to not give her something for Christmas would be an atrocity. Except… I really do not want to be knitting socks right now.

So, Tuesday morning, I had this:

and this:

As much as you and I would both like to believe, that suitcase there isn’t chock full of yarn. I wish it was. Instead, only the top is full of yarn. But I can assure you, as that suitcase was stuffed to the brim when I was making my way towards New Jersey, it’s a miracle at all that I managed to fit everything I came with and MOAR YARN into the little red bag of death for my return trip home. (Did you notice the blog’s new slogan? Better living through MOAR YARN! We should all have MOAR YARN.)

Soon after, I found myself sitting at the Philadelphia International Airport (the magical land where 31 comes before 25… don’t even get me started on that place, I have so many bad things to say about it) with this:

and this:

(I have just now realized that this is a very terrible picture because it’s blurry. My apologies. However, the color of the yarn is extremely accurate. I would take a better picture, but… I [accidentally?] left the sock at my sister’s house today after babysitting my nephews.)

(There are many parenthetical remarks today.)

As I began working on this sock, the Blackrose sock, I was thinking many things:

1. I was tired of knitting socks.
2. I want to knit lace and cables (Royale and Laminaria, specifically).
3. Jojoland Melody, the yarn I’m currently using, has a love hate relationship with me.
4. Knitting socks right now was tedious.
5. Blackrose is a lovely pattern and goes quickly.
6. I WANT TO KNIT SOMETHING OTHER THAN SOCKS.

The socks are actually going swimmingly, however. The lace pattern is easy, quick, and when you think about one needle of lace and then seven needles of stockinette, it’s the perfect blend of Zen and Work. It would really be a much better experience for me if I hadn’t just knit a pair of socks.

Can you tell I’m suffering from project tedium?

In other news, I really want a ball winder. And books on how to dye yarn.

O, happy day!

Yarn, books, and finished objects. Is there anything better?

I’ve been staying with my friend for a few days, and today I had the great pleasure to take a little daytrip to Princeton, NJ. Yep, the Princeton that’s home to Princeton University. It was a nice, quaint little town, and the scenery driving there looked something like this from my vantage point:

There was a better shot opportunity a little further back, on top of a giant hill and the country scenery just spread out for miles and miles. It was very beautiful and awe-inspiring, so much so that I could only sit there and go, “Ooooooh…” And I, quite the novice photographer who’s not used to having a camera or taking any sort of pictures whatsoever, didn’t think to snap a photo until it was too late. I had to wait for the next hill, which wasn’t nearly as impressive as the last. The country around here really gives you a feel for amber waves of grain. Very hilly, very farmlike, very scenic. Absolutely beautiful. I love the east coast.

Princeton was a lovely, quaint little town (then again, most towns here are the definition of quaint). Nice coffeehouses, nice shops, and a bookstore that instilled a serious case of booklust in me. I walked away with only one book, but I wanted to buy twenty others. If you’re ever in Princeton, you have to go check out Labyrinth Books. Super serious awesome stuff is in there.

One of the things on the agenda was, of course, to go check out the local yarn store, Pins & Needles. My friend here is a budding knitter and knit me a very lovely alpaca scarf for Christmas, so he knows the importance of visiting yarn shops. He makes quite the travel companion. But woe was us, because we walked into the yarn shop literally five minutes before it closed! I was only able to grab a quick skein of sock yarn…

But in retrospect, the choice was easy. It’s so gorgeous. Lovely, lovely Misti Alpaca sock yarn, in colorway “Seattle.” 50% alpaca, 30% merino, 10% silk and 10% nylon. My fingers are already itching to get a sock on the needles with this luscious beauty, but I’m saving it for a special occasion.

That would have been enough to make my day, but after we got home, I took a nap, and had MOAR INDIAN FOOD for dinner…

That’s right. Finished. I’m slightly worried, because instead of feeling the usual finished-object fondess over these socks, I’m feeling hostile domination. The second sock fought every stitch of the way and created more problems for me than I’d like to admit. I feel like finishing these socks at all was a giant “FUCK YOU” to the sock that tried to one-up me. But they’re finished, and even though they’re too big, the recipient loves them to pieces. So I guess that’s what matters, right?

Knit with KnitPicks Stroll Kettle Dyed Sock yarn, in colorway gold. Pretty good for the price. Nice and squooshy, didn’t really split too much. I’d knit with it again, but the kettle dyed yarn seems to be discontinued.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to start some Blackrose socks with some lovely Jojoland Melody.

I love color (or, Goodbye 2010)

Today, I was working on the Sunshine socks. I have a myriad of things to say about the second sock, mostly in the ballpark of that the second sock is naught but lies and deceit. It really is. The stitches lie to me, they slip, the gusset has been uncharacteristically tricky, etc. But, when I was working on them today, I had quite the revelation about part of the reason why I love yarn so much. It’s because I love color to an extreme degree.

Color is wonderful, fascinating, vivid, and really, I guess I love anything that engages the senses. My favorite food in Indian food, my favorite music is anything that makes me want to dance, my favorite smells are intense citrus, and my eyes love to feast on colors and designs that use colors (Gustav Klimt, anyone?). Today I was admiring my sock yarn, ripped back and loosely wound in gloriously springy and squooshy little rounds, all golden and lovely. The beauty of it struck me. Working with yarn as it flows through your fingers and onto the needles is working with a pure manifestation of color, as much so as working with paints or other artistic mediums. This delights me in the deepest and most simplistic sense.

I’m off to go collect lovely yarns, now. I already got a head start!

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Seen above: delicious, delicious DK weight alpaca of about 665 yds, and its companion, two skeins of 440 yds sock yarn! Lovely, lovely. I got them as late Christmas presents. My friend got an entire bag full of beautiful Manos wool in various variegated colorways. I’m exceedingly jealous.

It’s about two hours until the new year, here. I think I’m going to add a sidebar tomorrow of Finished 2011 projects!

Oh yeah, I was supposed to put some pictures up…

PHOTOS. I HAZ THEM! Shot with a non-camera phone, and while the photo quality is still garbage, at least the detail isn’t blurry.

So first, my sock.

SUNSHINE SOCK.

Well, it’s not my sock. It’s technically my good friend Ryan’s sock. Like I said earlier, he’s got some problems with depression. I thought a lovely, sunny yarn would cheer him up a bit and add some color in his life. (Walking on sunshine, anyone?)

Anyway. I turned the heel last night and did the gusset and it is SO MUCH BETTER than the first one. I actually did the first one wrong. This new heel is so lovely and smooth and awesomely done and everything is symmetrical and even and… well. I think you get the idea. First heel sucked, second heel rocks. I’m pretty excited about finishing it, and its brother.

Stranglevine scarf.

Remember the Stranglevine scarf? That’s how long it is, now. I seriously need to finish it, because the Advent Calendar Scarf is totally on my mind, and I want to knit it with some of this:

Lovely 70% merino, 30% silk laceweight.

It’s a lovely, lovely ultramarine blue (which, coincidentally, is its name — Ultramarine). 70% merino, 30% silk, it leaves my fingertips feeling very soft and wonderfully oily… if that makes any sense. There’s a nice oily, and then there’s gross, over-the-top oily… That doesn’t make sense to you? Never mind, then…

Also, next up on the agenda:

Deep green sock yarn.
Lovely variegated deep blue, light blue, blue, purple sock yarn.

Moar socks. I’m knitting socks for Ryan’s entire family, as it turns out (except for his parents, who are getting the Hemlock blanket previously mentioned. We shall not mention more of it now, because it’s being a little disagreeable bitch. I’m 99% sure I’m going to have to start over. I also hate bulky yarn. Anyway). The variegated yarn is actually a lot darker and richer than the photo shows. Photo #1 is pretty accurate on color, but photo #2 is strangely light for some reason. Who knows.

So, that and the blanket which shall not be named comprise my Christmas knitting. And the Advent Calendar Scarf. I’m thinking of knitting the other scarf as opposed to a blanket for my aunt. I don’t think I want to knit another Hemlock. But then, that gives rise to the question of, “What the hell am I going to do with five hanks of toffee colored bulky weight yarn?”