Can't stop to talk...

I've got lace to knit. How come no-one mentioned this stuff was so addictive??? How cool is it to just go row after row on the chart and watch all this glorious holey stuff fall out from under your needles?

I just wanted to flash my finished one row scarf, kntted on 6mm needles in Vintage Hues (2 and a half balls):

Right then, I'm off again. Gotta get my fix um, something else done, yeah, thats right, I think I hear Pirate Jim calling.... fingers...twitching...

Friday Miscellany

Fashion Disasters R Us

Thankyou everyone for your supportive and sympathetic comments on my pathetic shopping trip this week, especially in the face of my self-indulgent rant. Ms Spider and Jejune, thankyou for your extraordinarily generous offers. I will be discussing these with you sometime soon! I've gone from down and frumpy to angry - angry that the fashion nazis force us into such crap choices, whilst totally removing any actual choice. Bias cut skirts might be your thing, but if they're not in fashion, too bad. Sadly, I do indeed sew, as Tanya suggested, but very badly with the end result that I have spent squillions on fabric and have a massive Pile of Shame and very few wearable things.

RoseRed is so right on two fronts: 1) I totally ignored the "rules of shopping" by going out with something in mind, ipso facto meaning I would never find it. (see next section for irrefutable proof of this rule). And 2) Trinny and Susannah do indeed know their stuff, and I hereby vow to seek out their literary works.

I think that's what upset me most - is that I can't seem to find my own sense of style. I do have a very nasty streak, however, that makes no hesitation in pointing out how badly other people dress (by that I mean strangers, and certainly not to their face - not that brave or silly!!). Beloved is always rousing on me for being mean. I guess I am a little; but hey, I might be daggy, but at least I wear clothes in the right size for me!

Shopping Goddess Smiles Once More

In complete proof of the rules of shopping, when Pirate Jim and I got out to the shops yesterday (he was an Angel of the highest order, bless him; little did I know he was working up to today, but that's another story!), we were on our way home with a full trolley, and on a whim I took the exit to the carpark that goes through the major department store at our local plaza / mall. I noticed a nice looking cardigan on a sale rack and .....30 minutes later, I tried on half their range and found 2 fabulous (well-fitting!) pairs of casual, not-black pants (dark brown cords and dark blue brushed cotton), the cardi (mid grey, very fine, below hip length with waist tie), a cinnamon brown polo neck pullover in the same fine wool and a beautiful teal-green scoop neck long-sleeve top.

So I have somewhat redeemed myself, although somewhat wounded the credit card in the process. However, all the items were on sale (the cardi was reduced by 40%), and I don't mind paying a bit more for quality stuff that fits properly. I think I've done my dash for winter though!

Namesdays and Fairy Cakes

Wednesday was Pirate Jim's Namesday (namestag). If you don't have a catholic or european background, you might not be familiar with this concept - I wasn't before hooking up with Beloved, but any culture that lets you celebrate and receive gifts twice each year is fine by me!

It goes like this: most names are directly, or can be derived, from a saint. As one who shares that name, you get to celebrate on the day for that saint. Think St George's David's (edited because Im a dunderhead; thanks Tinkingbell!) day in Wales, St Patricks day in Ireland....you get the idea. In Germany (the Catholic part anyway), you usually host an afternoon tea with lots of yummy cakes, everyone brings a small pressie, then after a suitable period of restraint (about the time it takes to clear the coffe pot and cakes plates) you get into the beer and schnapps.

So Wednesday was St Pirate of M'Hearty's Day. We didn't make a big fuss of it for PJ, but we did send him along to childcare with some fairycakes, inspired by the recent post on Mouthfuls of Heaven by RoseRed.

Mine didnt rise quite so well, but there wasnt even a crumb left in the cake box when I picked up PJ on Wednesday arvo.

Yay, some Good Mama points!

Dayflower KAL
As Kuka reported, she, Bells and I are having a little min-KAL for our first lace (or almost first - lace with training wheels perhaps). We have choasen the Dayflower scarf.

I cast on when PJ went to bed, and after one false start and about half an hour, I have a just a tiny something to show.

It's only about half a pattern repeat, but so far so good - once I realised that keep 3 sts at start and finish of every row in garter stitch for the edge meant EVERY row, not just the RS ones. Der. The yarn is a much paler, softer green than in this pic.

I'm off to knit more. With wine - not sure how advisable this is when knitting lace, but since today has been One of Those Days, as Tinkingbell so eloquently put it yesterday, wine is definitely the answer!

G x

Somebody call the Fashion Police

I was really looking forward to today. This afternoon to be precise. The bit directly after midday, when I was planning to walk out of the office and have a lovely afternoon off, cruising the shops, picking up all those odds and ends I keep a list of in my handbag, touching all the pretty stuff, getting started on my xmas shopping (yeah right - but the thought of 4 whole hours to myself is so foreign I actually thought I might have time to do just that!).

I haven't bought any news clothes in over 6 months. Not that Im a fashion plate - anyone who has met me knows Im a denim kind of girl, love my good old standby jeans and blunnies, certainly don't "follow fashion" as it were. But I like to cruise the racks, pick up a few new things each season (of which I consider there are two for clothes - summer and winter), some for work, some for casual, nothing too edgy. But Pirate Jim and change rooms don't go together these days, so it's a rare thing.

So I was pretty excited about getting out there. I had a wish list - a couple of new, fine classic jumpers that I could wear to work (HATE being cold), maybe some stylish casual tops, some new (non-denim) pants for casual wear. Something landed on my desk at 11:45 that had to be dealt with, but I was on my way at 1:30, so all was not lost.

Not lost, that is, until I got to the shops and started cruising. I started at the start, and worked my way through them all, every store, even the "chicky-babe" shops - that cheap imported 5-minute-fashion for those 15 years younger and 15 kilos lighter than me. Nothing. Nada. Nix.

I do not consider myself that old or daggy, but I feel about 65 tonight - podgy, frumpy, uber-daggy. I held up probably hundreds of items in the space of a few hours, and hardly found anything to try on, let alone buy. Tops that look like sacks, skinny-legged pants, horrible garish "retro" prints, huge chunky knits (from crap yarn!), awful dull colours (well, that dont suit me), HORIZONTAL stripes.....everything made me look huge or try-hard.

So I have finally realised that I need help - I have no style! I have no sense of how to wear any of this stuff, how to accessorise, how to suit my body shape. I see people all over wearing it and looking fine, but I can't figure out what my style is....Ive made it through 30-ish years of clothing myself by either ignoring what suits me (and looking like an idiot - think hot pink bubble skirt circa 1987) or lucking out (I think this probably accounts for the last 10 or so years, coinciding with the occurance of actually caring about how I look).

It was quite a demoralising afternoon. I think I need to mull it over for a while, or maybe this is just one of those "truth on a platter" days that The Mad Mad Housewife had recently, when one realises one is ready for plastic rollers and tweezing stray hairs out of one's chin.

I did end up buying something though, so all was not completely lost.

I bought a new pair of jeans. sigh. I guess Im just a denim kind of girl.

Here be Pirates

The weekend was a little up and down at Chez Kitchen Table - Pirate Jim decided that midday sleeps were for wimps, and insisted on staying up all day. After an hour or so of arguing with him (as only an almost-2-year-old can argue), I generally give up. However, this leads to severe "three-thirty-itis" (to borrow from a very annoying ad campaign), which often leads me to become Bad Mother and resort to Wiggle-therapy so we can all chill out a little.

Wiggle-therapy does, however, give me some time to do "stuff", and on Saturday afternoon this included the attempted application of the patented RoseRed Standard of Stash Systemisation (tm) to my Boodle.

It started out OK - snaplock bags lined up, first drawer of the Boodle Corner on the chair in the living room. Then PJ realised Mama was doing "something" and decided to help, as only an almost-2-year-old can: by releasing all those bags from their imprisonment in the box and then liberating some of the yarn.

Nonetheless, some progress towards the RRSSS was achieved. To borrow one of the most insipid election campaign phrases in living memory: there's lots to be done, but we're headed in the right direction. (Note the NSW ALP campaign supremos: election time is not the time to leave the work-experience kid unsupervised).

We have had fun moments with the Pirate recently too, so I thought I'd do the Proud Mama thing now and share some of the schmalz (turn away now if you're not up for cute pics!). And a special apology to Tinkingbell for taking up bandwidth with so many pics!

PJ loves jam on toast for breakfast....or lunch...or dinner. You wouldn't think it to look at him, would you?

He obviously read Bells recent post on housekeeping (or lack thereof) and decided firm action needed to be taken on the home front:

After which it was time for a nice cuppa and a good sit down. He loves drinking "cafe" from one of our espresso cups (just chocolate milk people, no caffeine here - not that insane!!).

And he loves helping me to cook. He gets a saucepan with water and a wooden spoon and helps out stirring and tasting it on the end of the stove. This is what happened when I asked him to "smile"!!

That doesn't come from my side of the family!

Next time: more knitting content. I think I may be almost ready to start thinking about working up to the preparation for casting on a Sock. gulp. Shame you can't make a sock out of heels. And did I mention I've started dreaming about lace???

Turning a corner

I have wanted to knit socks for ages, but have had not enough time a thing a mental block OK a gut-wrenching terror about the whole process. Its a combination of kntting in the round on tiny needles with fine yarn in lots of rib, and then theres the heel and the toe. In case youve not looked closely lately, the heel requires knitting around a corner. Georgie runs screaming into the night.

I am in awe of those who knock them out like garter stitch scarves (like my MIL, for one - there's always a pair in my xmas parcel, bless her) and think of heels and toes like a Saturday night bushdancer. Yeehah! You will note I've had a progress bar measuring the work on "My first Spider sock" since this blog's inception, and that it reads exactly ZERO.

So today I bit the bullet, and in the guise of supporting and SnB friend, slunk along to Happy Spider's sock workshop at Craft ACT as part of the Knit1Blog1 exhibition.


Spidey is now officially a legend, cos she taught me to do this:




Behold, a turned heel! Minus the sock part, but we can work on that. In Spidey's gorgeous hand dyed yarn (I hang my head in shame cos I can't find the tag to tell you the colourway! ). I may be almost ready to cast on my first sock. Do you think I can do it in 12-ply?? Just kidding Spidey! If the Knitting Barrister can do it after knitting for exactly 25 seconds, then I can suck it up and give it a go. Watch this space.


In other knitting news, the Vintage Hues ONe-Row Scarf is two balls long, but I think it will need another ball. Its such a fraught decision - too short and I cant loop it, too long and Ive got all this scarf hanging out the bottom of my jacket. What to do?

Looks like another ball. I'm off to get onto that - still a bit feverish with startitis, so this is at least some progress.

G x

Pay it forward

I haven't had much enthusiasm for blogging this week, I'm afraid. Working 5 days takes it out of you - who on earth ever thought that was a good idea? That, and my startitis is getting worse. I think it might be viral, unfortunately, with symptoms including compulsive surfing of yarn and pattern sites, and making lists of possible yarn substitutes. So I've just been keeping up with what everyone else is up to.

And that includes the Pay it Forward exchange that the Caffeine Faerie has signed up to, and I thought I'd join in. It goes thus:

I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this Pay It Forward exchange.

I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise!

The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.

I decided I had to join in after dreaming about possible gifts last night! And it's my first exchange. Better go - Iron Chef is about to start.

G x

Vested interest

Now that Geoff's vest has been delivered, and I have confirmed his satidifaction with said item, I can comfortably blog it. Heaven knows I sweat over it, so I need some FO-satisfaction!

Geoff's vest was knit from Bendy Rustic 12ply in Graphite, from the Panda Magnum Book 201 Classic Knits for Adults on 5mm needles. This yarn is fabulous to knit (no news flash there of course). Lessons: don't forget to keep a stitch in the midle of the V-neck shaping!!

Geoff caught me in a weak moment when I agreed to this commission ("Wow, you knit! How cool is that! You're so clever....do you do commissions??") but he humoured me by getting right into the whole yarn and pattern selection thing, bless him.

Geoff and his lovely partner R have a little boy a couple of months older than Pirate Jim. It was O's second birthday while we were in Germany, so although it was a little late, I tucked a little gift into the vest for O:

Modelled by Pirate Jim. This is a standard roll-edged beanie knit in Naturally Colourworks handpainted yarn (shade 988) on 5.5 mm dpns. It always attracted comment if I knit it in public and I'm really happy with how the colours pooled and blended. Apparently Mr O likes it too!

Now that these guys are off my list, I've got a touch of the startitis that's been going around. So many projects....so many bloggers have inspired me.....and I obviously don't have the right yarn to start any of them so will just have to buy more....

Sigh. Its a tough life....