Friday, May 27, 2016



Darling, beautiful, gorgeous May. I sit beside the open window, breathing lilac. Songbirds trill. Even my neighbor's lawnmower is evoking happy, nostalgic reveries of pastoral life. Summer! How I love you. There is the giant crochet granny, slowly growing (though I am, as always, torn between putting a few rounds on it and dropping everything to read this book.)
It grows, I swear. It's one of those things that is fully about the process, because probably in the end I will just fold it neatly and put it on a shelf. Maybe not. Maybe I will paint one room completely white and take everything out of it except the perfectly-beat-up thrift store bed, a stack of books. I'll hang one perfect piece of vintage art slightly off-center on an otherwise empty wall, and then I'll throw this blanket artfully across the rumpled white linens. Maybe a plant. Goals. Meanwhile, I just really do love to crochet, and I really do love to choose the next color; something about that is so satisfying. Watching the colors pile up next to each other is a thrill, every time.
I finally swapped out the (beautiful but waaaay tooooo looooong) turned wooden needles that are such a joy to look at and to dream of using but which are annoying in the extreme for this much more efficient slippery circular needle, and now this project is finally clipping along at a decent pace. Using the right tools for a project makes all the difference in the world. Knit? Crochet? Read? I can't decide. I also want to sew, embroider, paint, spin, bake a pie, hook a rug from wool I dyed myself using plants from the garden, learn to make wine, write a novel. Etc.


Friday, May 20, 2016

A Gigantic Wrap for Spring


It just may finally be too warm to wear this, but that is never guaranteed. This is Stephen West's Boneyard Shawl, knit in Malabrigo Rios (three skeins) in a beautifully stormy colorway that just seems like spring. I love a giant, shoulder-draping, fully neck-encasing wrap in all seasons, really. It it something that can totally transform whatever you're wearing. A wrap like this can turn a plain gray pullover into an outfit, and it warms and comforts, both in the wearing, and in the knitting of it, too. There is much to love here.

Look at that green, green grass. Oh, my happy bare feet.


Friday, May 13, 2016

What to do with a rainy day


It is raining today, and chilly. It occurs to me that it is not yet summer; that spring is a season too, and May is still spring, so I'm not sure why I keep expecting hot weather to show up. It might not, just yet. It might rain for awhile, and be cool and murky, and all the buds might just continue to hover on the verge, full to bursting, on pause, greens glowing like neon against the churned up sky. I am enjoying the seasons as they come, and this damp, gray weather is perfect for enjoying my finished Lala's Simple Shawl in Seidenstrasse fingering weight, color something like antique rose velvet. Blush. Soft. Blossom-y.

In still more seasonal knitting, in progress is a Boneyard Shawl in Malabrigo Rios, and they're calling this color "Niebla" which I think means "That color the sky turns right before a huge thunderstorm knocks out your power". Mixed dirty grays, shot through with streaks of ochre. Ominous, luminous, slightly sinister. Malabrigo is such a glorious feast.

I have some mending to do today. That's such quiet, simple work.

And I'm determined with this pattern. All eighty-jillion of you can't be wrong. I'm cutting into this piece of [thrifted] chambray something or other, and I think it's going to work out. I believe.

Tea, knitting, sewing, black and white inspiration. Possibly a nap. Continuous drizzle pattering against the windowpanes. Is that the perfect day, or what?

Friday, May 6, 2016



Thank you all for your kind comments about my Springfield Dress. I really do love the way that turned out. Eventually it will be warm enough outside to wear it. I mean, it has to get warm someday. Right? Isn't that just science? Sigh. Anyway, one idea always leads to another, so I have begun work on another stranded, multi-colored, wacky design. This is fully inspired (via Kay Gardiner's epic project) by Kaffe Fassett and his casual and serene approach to color work, which is kind of along the lines of If you like that color, go ahead and stick it in the sweater somewhere, no big deal. I love that kind of thing. Random stripes of color, bisected as you please by another random color, figuring it out as you go. Just do what you like. Knit what you want. Wear what you feel like wearing. Make a beautiful thing. That's what I'm doing--I just chose a bunch of yarns from the stash, picked something from my Alice Starmore book of charted knitting patterns, and cast the hell on. Just do it.

I can't remember now where I read this [Pinterest? Instagram? Urgh, you'll have to excuse me because I am almost fifty years old and can't remember stuff anymore] but somebody quoted somebody else on the subject of creativity, and it really stuck with me--well, parts of it did, as much as things can stick with me anymore--that doubts about your creative work (is this good enough? Will people like it? Will anybody want/need/appreciate this thing I am cooking up from scratch?) while being a usual part of the process, should not be allowed to proliferate. Hey, negative thoughts! Get gone. Thus, a crazy-striped cardigan in Every Color is growing on my knitting needles.

In other news, I can't stop listening to this song. I am overflowing with joy about it. If you remember this, you know how I feel about the Monkees. I know everyone else is all Prince and Beyoncé right now, but not me. "She Makes Me Laugh" is my anthem for this summer.

Also, and this is really the highlight of my week, I am so proud to tell you all that my beautiful Catdog has earned her AKC Canine Good Citizen certificate, which means she is, officially, a Very Good Dog. She got a blue ribbon and everything. Oh my goodness, I am busting at the seams. Good girl. You did it! Xoxo



Wednesday, April 27, 2016

What's Up


From Hilde, a box full of All The Colors. The extreme beauty of this is causing an ache. This box of goodness is thinking about becoming some socks, which I think would be a pretty big happy pill.

The stash, exploded view. Post-Springfield Dress, I am on a color tangent, and am knee-deep in Kaffe right now, trying to work up the nerve to get some intarsia going on the needles. I can't even believe I just said that. Intarsia. Urgh. But Kaffe, in his supreme serenity, makes it all seem so--can this be right?--fun, and Kay is making it look actually possible. In my head, all this yarn goes together in a pleasing way, but that might just be me. I have an idea for it, and it will be a stretch. We're going to the outer limits of my ability to find all yarn related things enjoyable. Kinda excited about that!

Birthday yarn from last year, finally finding its destiny and becoming a Lala's Simple Shawl. (I was aided and abetted here by Hilde--the beautiful wool/silk yarn in delicious mushroom pink--and this new podcast from Nicole at Coco Knits, who wore one and made me want one, too.)

Birthday yarn from this year, again from Hilde, who, it has suddenly become apparent, is the Yarn Fairy. When this showed up, I think I literally dropped whatever I was holding and cast on a sock. Watching those stripes develop is more interesting to me than you would believe.

It's still so cold, here and everywhere. What's up, April? It's nice inside though, beside the fire, with all this beautiful yarn all around me, and so many things to do with it. I feel my creative mind kind of bursting. I love that.


Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Springfield Dress


Again with this. There are things I want to make to just go in my wardrobe, that are neutral, subdued. Things with dignity. New York things. All evidence to the contrary, I somehow have a notion of myself as something of a sophisticated person, never mind the hair, someone who wears a black turtleneck and sunglasses, and who might go to a gallery opening or something, if there were pictures of dogs, maybe. Black and white photography. Kind of grown up. Then there are things like this dress that are knocking on the inside of my head, inexplicable garments that say WAH! KNIT ME! I am COLORFUL! And I am powerless. I just get a jones to make something weird. Which reminds me that the one time I've been to a gallery opening it was to an exhibit of my own work, and also at the same time the work of some eighth graders, and the eighth graders were one after another selling their art (to their parents) and I was just standing there eating all the cheese and crackers.

It is time to come to terms with that dichotomy, ya'll. I will knit for fashion, and I will also knit for art. There is room for both--there is necessity for both--in my knitting life. I am gonna let you decide which one this is. This is the Springfield Dress, my own design, made while thinking of spring fields, and also Dusty Springfield. Also, The Buffalo Springfield. Naturally.

I was inspired, a few years ago, by Lori Graham's beautiful version of Gudrun Johnston's Bressay Dress, with its miles of stockinette and simple patterned yoke, its cozy comfy-ness, but hesitated to begin one because yoke-style shaping is such a fit struggle for me. I also remember having a kind of open-mouthed reaction to Misa Erder's incredible Owl and the Pussycat Dress (shadows of inspiration from that one, I am just now realizing, have already showed up in my As We Go Along project) and I mentally filed all this stuff away to percolate. I also began to pay attention to how much I liked the way that when I tried on a top-down raglan sweater-in-progress, the unfinished armhole made a handy little cap sleeve that fit me and flattered my arm. Many times, I thought about simply leaving a top-down garment sleeveless altogether, because I loved the way it looked. Why not? Others must have done this, too.

I imagined a go-go dancer dress, short-but-not-too-short, to wear in spring or fall, with boots. I imagined a seventies palette, in mustard and mauve and rose. I imagined a not-quite all over stranded stitch pattern, something with flower motifs, big ones and small ones, that felt like I had seen it before, maybe in a Holly Hobbie dress in elementary school. All knit top-down, with raglan shaping because I like to knit that way, and because the finished garments fit me well.

I decided to make a design-as-you-go, custom fit, top-down-raglan sixties-style go-go dancer dress in worsted yarn with stranded colorwork. You know, as you do. I chose my palette--Plymouth Galway Khaki, Dream in Color Classy "Amber Glass", Jill Makes Stuff Windham "Wax Bean" and some remnants of pinks; Cascade 220, Ella Rae Classic, Patons Classic hand-dyed by me with avocado pits (the heathery pink). I swatched (yes!) measured myself (you have to!) calculated the neckline, figured out how to center the motifs and drew some charts, and commenced the thing. And loved it immediately, and also wondered why. WHY? Is the world clamoring for more of this kind of thing? Are they lining up outside the fancy shops, asking for a flowery patterned wool tunic dress with short cap sleeves? Am I? I worried about the stripes, second-guessed myself a few times which is totally my way and which I have come to recognize as part of my process, and pressed on through all kinds of yearning for plain gray clothes. I thought about Kaffe Fassett, and about something Kay said recently, that he does not concern himself with ease of knitting, but with creating beauty. Knitting as art, again. For a quick and inspiring taste of Kaffe, check this out.
There is beauty in choosing colors, blending them together, in yarn itself and in knitting it; in figuring out things that are tricky, and in being your own weird self and letting it show.

I don't know about anybody else, but I love this Springfield Dress, LOVE IT. And since it's for me, that's just fine.


Monday, April 11, 2016

Road Trip Weekend


Rain, then sleet, then snow, then more rain. Road trip weather. I feel so cozy in the warm car with trucks whooshing by, the wipers steadily flapping, and the Beatles White Album on a continuous loop. Why don't we do it in the road? Catdog snoring away in a pile of quilts in the backseat. Knitting on my lap.

I thought these socks were going to be so great--the yarn is Paton's Kroy sock in Spring Leaves Mix or something like that, gray + neon yellow, which, as you know, is one of my thangs--and it was tantalizing in the skein. And maybe it's because we were on the road, but the asphalt gray, yellow and cream and black stripes ended up looking like the highway.

And they wouldn't stripe regularly--I came to a knot where the next black stripe was completely missing, thanks, Patons--and I'm not about to pull fifty yards of yarn out onto my lap looking for a place to splice while we hurtle along the Interstate. Road knitting is there to keep me from going bonkers when we hit the inevitable traffic jams and end up having to sit in one spot for hours. [Cleveland! Get it together!] So I just knit the yarn that appeared, and these socks are identical cousins. Road trip socks, finished.

Seeking out yarn shops, as one does when on the road, I found one that was open until Midnight. Let that sink in. You're at home in your jammies and your circular needle suddenly snaps without warning. You find yourself one skein short of finishing. You need six buttons but you only have five. You have emergency late-night yarn shop needs, you know you do! Well, they're open. This is such a good idea. This is Insomnia Cookies, but for knitting. Fantastic.

Another stop on the road: my lifelong best friend is an artist with such an interesting story to tell (she should be the one to tell it) that someone out there is looking for funding to make a reality show about her life. Not even kidding. She thinks it would be the most boring show in the world, but I think that's how most interesting people would feel. Who, me? I'm just living my life, nothing to see here. She's interesting and funny and beautiful. You'd watch her show. I'll tell you about it if/when it happens. Part of her wonderfulness is that she will just take paintings off her walls and hand them to you; she's a generous soul with boundless love to share.

So much color and beauty and light. I sit in with her in her studio draped with prayer flags; paintings covering the walls and piled and stacked everywhere, her dogs in my lap, the catdog running with the pack, and am amazed and inspired. Home.