Month: September 2005

  • The biker festival is here, which means loud motorcycle noises all night, which is what got me out of bed at 4:00 a.m. On the up side, yesterday was a stunning day, 70 degrees, low humidity, geese flying south overhead. In fact, while walking to work I thought I saw a little hint of color in the trees. Do you see it? Right in the center of the picture, across the pond?


    All the nearby trees were bright green, but there are at least signs that fall is on its way.


    Last year during the biker festival we talked about bringing in toy Harleys for the bikers who come buy presents for their grandkids, but we never got around to it. We did have a couple of nice big shipments of toys, though. Trains, wooden baby toys, quoits and mikado games, spy gear...


    Yep. One of my favorite items is the thing that looks like an MP3 player that allows the user to listen in on conversations up to 300 feet away. It claims to be intended for wildlife and ball games, but I can really see a lot of ways to get in trouble with it. It is part of a series of scopes and sonic devices from one of our science suppliers. My kids are all too old to get a kick out of this stuff, but they would have loved it a few years ago.


    Knitting in Color referenced this article: 10 Things You Should Never Buy New. I was surprised to find on it most of the things I usually buy. Well, not food or yarn or fabric. But books, music, movies, toys, games, and tools. Which pretty well covers discretionary spending around our place.


    She also has some really pretty socks over there, as well as those gloves. I like to just go look at those gloves every now and then. I have been knitting my bit, but #1 son is nagging me a lot about finishing his jacket (you know it as Brooklyn) before the weather cools off. Especially now that it has cooled off a bit. So I have only gotten this much of the pink Bawk done. The vast majority of my knitting time has gone toward the long long right sleeve of Brooklyn.


    But back to used versus new. I believe in buying used things, not only as a matter of frugality, but also as an ecological decision. When you buy something used (and I think this also applies to things found in shops like T.J. Maxx or Tuesday Morning, which carry stuff that was going to be discarded), you keep things out of landfills and avoid the use on your behalf of more resources to make new stuff. I would have put cars on the "never buy new" list. And furniture, which is generally not made as well nowadays as it used to be. And while I wouldn't say never buy new clothes, I have nothing against used ones. Dishes and kitchen gear are just as good used as new, in most cases, and appliances are often tossed out by owners who do not have the skills to repair them, even though they have many years of life left in them. Particularly those made before the days of planned obsolesence. I recently bought a used camera, and I'm very happy with it.


    My overall positive view of used things may owe something to the fact that I have inherited most of my furniture, china, silver, linens, etc. I promise you that my great-grandmother's Roseville pottery is better than the new vase at Target. So I have no prejudices against used goods in general, as someone might who grew up with all new things.


    I have nothing against used books, either. I think I have spent about $70 on used books so far this year. And that $70 got me a lot of books, too. Plus of course my Booksfree subscription, which is a matter of renting used books.


    But it is serendipity. I happened to find an Edmund Crispin used. I am thrilled to find good out-of-print books used. But I can't go out intending to buy The Daughter of Time used, can I? I can't decide that I want the Sophie Von Otter Messiah or some Jackie Chan movie and just go pick it up used, can I?


    Apparently, one can. Online. Books and DVDs and music, too. There is a whole big garage sale going on here on the web, and I didn't know about it. In fact, I can get The Daughter of Time used for $2.46 and $3.49 shipping at Amazon, which comes to $5.95, rather than the $9.75 I would pay for it new. I would pay more for a used copy of Loop-d-Loop than I would pay new, though, and I can't get Poetry in Stitches used at all. But I could get the remaining Jackie Chan movie to complete our family collection. Knitting in Color also recommended Bookfinder, which gave me a brief moment of excitement at the prospect of getting a used copy of Poetry in Stitches before announcing "We don't have that book any more, though we may have others like it." It is a sort of clearinghouse, though, and will direct you to some source which has your book available (or once had your book available...)


    This is good to know. It might be fun, next time you want some bit of media, to go see whether you could get it used. Just remember that your local book or music store can't stay in business to sell you the stuff you can't get used, if you only go there as a last resort. Just mentioning that.


    Used toys can have safety issues, but you certainly can sometimes find impressive bargains at yard sales and such. I have an employee discount on toys and books, myself, and find little amusement in yard sales, so I am probably not going to give up the convenience and selection of buying new, but I will at least be aware of the possibility. And I will keep my eyes open for good used tools. I don't sell those, after all.


    What did they recommend not buying used? Wet suits. DVD players. Safety gear. Shoes and matresses, though any of us who has slept in a hotel or a hospital has slept on a used mattress, so I am not sure they are right on that. I will make certain, however, not to buy any used wet suits.

  • It is Banned Book week.


    Below is the list of the 100 most frequently banned books from Scriveling. She has read the bold ones. I decided to snag her list and un-bold it and re-bold the ones I had read, but I find that I am too inept to do this, and cannot either un-bold or re-bold. So I have marked the ones I've read with *. How about you?


    1. Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
    2. Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite
    3. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou*
    4. The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier *
    5. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain *
    6. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck *
    7. Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling *
    8. Forever by Judy Blume
    9. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson *
    10. Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
    11. Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
    12. My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier *
    13. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger *
    14. The Giver by Lois Lowry *
    15. It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
    16. Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine *
    17. A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck
    18. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
    19. Sex by Madonna
    20. Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel * (one)
    21. The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
    22. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle *
    23. Go Ask Alice by Anonymous *
    24. Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
    25. In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak *
    26. The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
    27. The Witches by Roald Dahl *
    28. The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
    29. Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry * (two or three)
    30. The Goats by Brock Cole
    31. Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane
    32. Blubber by Judy Blume
    33. Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan*
    34. Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
    35. We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
    36. Final Exit by Derek Humphry
    37. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood *
    38. Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George *
    39. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
    40. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras*
    41. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee*
    42. Beloved by Toni Morrison
    43. The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
    44. The Pigman by Paul Zindel
    45. Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard
    46. Deenie by Judy Blume
    47. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes*
    48. Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
    49. The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
    50. Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz
    51. A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein *
    52. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley *
    53. Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
    54. Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
    55. Cujo by Stephen King
    56. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl *The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
    57. Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
    58. Ordinary People by Judith Guest *
    59. American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
    60. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
    61. Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
    62. Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
    63. Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
    64. Fade by Robert Cormier
    65. Guess What? by Mem Fox
    66. The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende
    67. The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
    68. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut *
    69. Lord of the Flies by William Golding *
    70. Native Son by Richard Wright *
    71. Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday
    72. Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen
    73. Jack by A.M. Homes
    74. Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
    75. Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
    76. Carrie by Stephen King
    77. Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
    78. On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
    79. Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
    80. Family Secrets by Norma Klein
    81. Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole*
    82. The Dead Zone by Stephen King
    83. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain *
    84. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
    85. Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
    86. Private Parts by Howard Stern
    87. Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford *
    88. Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene *
    89. Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman *
    90. Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
    91. Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
    92. Sex Education by Jenny Davis
    93. The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
    94. Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
    95. How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell *
    96. View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
    97. The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
    98. The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
    99. Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

  • Today I have a delicate question for you.


    This may be a bit of a shock. After all, I write about religion, politics, and double-pointed needles without warning anyone of impending controversy, so what could be so delicate that it requires a warning?


    Well, it is the week for thoroughly cleaning the master bath on the HGP, and the question has arisen: what about reading materials in the bathroom?


    I like to read in the bathtub, I admit it. And there are often magazines left in the bathrooms at our house. So -- should reading materials be carried in with an individual and carried out again, as are clothes? Or should they have a place to stay, like bath toys?


    And if they stay in the room, should they be tidied away into a cupboard, or should there be a shelf for them or something like that?


    How do you arrange things at your house?

  • I continued to be unhappy with the holes left by the M1s in the brim of Headline News, so I fixed it by making wee little cables (I used those short bamboo needles) over the lines of holes. Now I am happy with this cap, and will wrap it up.


    It is having to slouch in an odd position here to show you its brim. But it is quite cute. However, plenty of people liked it made from the original pattern, too. I don't want my having changed it completely to look like criticism of the original pattern. Variety is the spice of life.


    I need to remind myself of this, because I found myself in possession of a copy of an Annie's Attic catalog. Annie's Attic offers some things that other yarn companies do not. For example, you can get pattern books for Desperate Crochet, Desperate Knitting, and Desperate Beading. It is not clear what has made these crafters so desperate, but they must indeed be desperate to make these ugly things.


    Or perhaps you need a Pooch Poncho Kit. Or a bizarre Tea Party Doily, which has attached to it a full crocheted tea set, making it entirely worthless for all normal doily purposes.


    It is hard to choose a favorite from all these amazing objects, but I think the best is the collection of embroidered fly swatter covers, because they will "transform your dull, drab flyswatters into whimsical accents for every room," a feat which I might like to see, if it were not such a disgusting thought. I don't own any flyswatters, dull and drab or otherwise, so it may be that I just do not understand the heartbreak of having drab flyswatters in every room of my house.


    And, indeed, it is a beauty in the eye of the beholder situation, isn't it? Someone spent many hours making the prototypes of these objects which are to me so unappealing. They must have liked them. Someone published these patterns, someone chose to put them into the catalog (maybe Annie, for all I know), and someone will probably buy them, too.


    And I strove for open mindedness among the creationists last night, too. I am making it sound as though everyone there was a Biblical literalist, but I am sure that was not true. There are 300 or so women in this group, from all walks of life and denominations, so obviously the creationists were probably not even in the majority. However, the materials we are reading for this class take the position that you cannot accept evolution  and also be a Christian, which is an extreme viewpoint, one I have not previously encountered in the flesh. 


    My mother claims that she is a Christian but believes in reincarnation, and I don't believe her for a second. So I know how the writers of the materials feel. On the other hand, I also kept wanting to say "Oh, for pity's sake. There is direct evidence of natural selection. Get a grip!" I didn't say that, and neither did anyone else. On the way back from class, however, I explained natural selection to Partygirl, who for some reason never studied that at the parochial school in West Memphis.


    In return, she explained indulgences to me. #1 son has been studying the Reformation in APEuro, and The Empress gave me a copy of Martin Luther's theses to read when it came up in her Sunday School class, so I had been reminded quite recently of the historical question of indulgences. However, I had no idea that they were still customary. Partygirl gave me a card detailing one particular indulgence and how to get it, which was quite fascinating. So I learned something yesterday, in addition to the beneficial mental exercise of attempting to be open-minded.


    However unsuccessfully. You are just not going to see a flyswatter cozy in my house, that's all.

  • I am supposed to be fact checking for the state history encyclopedia. I like the idea of fact checking. It appeals not only to my fondness for research (my motto could be that of the mongoose, "Go and find out") but also to my skepticism about historical reporting. I think many things are presented to us as history which are not factual.


    It happens, however, that the topic of the article I have been sent for checking -- the 18th governor -- is one about which I have no books. Hard to believe, isn't it? So I will have to get out to the university library to check the facts. Not a terrible hardship, but it will certainly have to wait for the weekend. (Of course I can look online, but the web is not the place to look for accuracy.)


    Josephine Tey's novel called The Daughter of Time is an excellent read on the subject of historical accuracy. If that is a topic that catches your imagination. It is about Richard III. The controversy about him and whether he had the princes in the tower killed and all  is a popular one among those who like to check facts and argue about stuff that is past. But for me the best part of the book is the description of the process of discovery. My copy has disappeared; I think I shall have to get another.


    One example -- a very small example -- of folk history that makes me suspicious is the often-heard claim that drop cookies became popular during WWII because the old cookie cutters were used for scrap metal. You may never have heard this claim, because you may not be interested in the history of food. But I have seen it written and heard people say it, and every time I think -- no way. First, because I know old ladies who have always used the top of a glass to cut their biscuits and cookies into circles. Second, because old recipes (and even some new ones) recommend cutting cookies out by using a paper pattern and a knife. I think it more likely that drop cookies became popular because people felt too busy to fuss with cutting the cookies out.


    And I think it was Stephen Jay Gould who pointed out that a certain dinosaur was always described as being "about the size of a fox terrier," apparently because the first description used the fox terrier. Everyone else just copied the first guy, notwithstanding the fact that most of us haven't seen any fox terriers and don't really know what size that would make the dinosaur.


    Wesley recommended that we make decisions based on scripture (which has, as far as I know, nothing to say on either cookies or the eighteenth governor), tradition, reason, and experience. This seems like a good suggestion. This evening, as Partygirl and I join the creationists for class, I shall keep this in mind. And, I hope, keep quiet.


    #1 daughter enjoys disputation. I was reminded of this word by the Golem in Pratchett's Feet of Clay. This Golem delighted the heart of Constable Visits the Heathen with Informative Pamphlets (I may have the details of the name wrong -- #2 son is now reading the book so I can't check) by offering to spend time in religious disputation, when everyone else just tries to get rid of him and his pamphlets. I enjoy a good theoretical discussion, but #1 daughter likes an outright quarrel, with shouting even, as long as no one takes it personally. She would probably speak right up among the creationists, and in so doing might give other non-literalists the courage to express their views. I plan to keep my eyes on my paper and my thoughts to myself.


    I am quite willing to argue over Richard III, though. Or cookie cutters. Or even fox terriers. As long as no one takes it personally.


    Brooklyn's right sleeve got longer since yesterday, but it looks very little different from yesterday, and not at all different from the left sleeve, so it does not get a portrait today.

  • This is not an earthshaking book, and it won't have any new information in it for most of us, but it is good to be reminded sometimes. So yesterday I was very laid back.


    I was on my way to church and my husband asked if I was planning to drive. "Nah," I said.
    "It's going to rain."
    "That's all right."
    "You'll get wet."
    "That's all right. I won't melt."


    The walk over was very nice. The air was moist, and in the 80s, which was a relief from the upper 90s temperatures we have been having, and scented with pine. There were piles of blossom at the feet of the crape myrtles, and even the occasional fallen leaf.


    The ribald old ladies were not in Sunday School yesterday, possibly because of the rain, and the rest of us were rather serious about the lesson. We all work, and have kids to take care of. There was no cackling at all, and not even much laughter. It is definitely more bracing when they are there to lighten us up.


    After lunch, I gathered up my various projects and did some knitting while assorted boys set themselves in front of assorted screens. I had made them nachos and snickerdoodles, and then I just went to my bedroom and left them alone. Pinky and #2 son were crashing racecars on the PS2, but they probably won't let that spill over into real life.



    The Headline News cap, being modelled backwards in order to preserve anonymity for #2 son. Man, he has long hair, doesn't he? Though he blends into the background well enough that you may not notice that. But I like the hat in its final form.


    This was done in Wool-Ease -- it took less than one skein. I think it would be nice in cotton, too, for warm weather. I used an old vinyl placemat for the inside brim stiffening, and elastic thread held together with the wool for the ribbing.


    I did lots of modifications of the crown, but left the brim as it was in the pattern. I do not like the M1 increases for this, though. The lining for the brim shows through. If I make more, I will use another, less obtrusive increase.


    This type of cap is worn a lot on the Chappelle Show. This is a vulgar and offensive program which I normally would have asked #1 son to turn off. Yesterday, though, I tolerated it, and thus had the opportunity to see many example of newsie caps before I left the room.


    Here is the third Bawk, in the very early stages. I began it on #2 Skacel bamboo needles, since my gauge on #3s was too large. These are the little "natura" bamboo needles from the Addi folks that people rave about. I was nearly raving, too, though in a different sense, because they are just too short. Now, I know from reading the knitting blogs that most people don't use them with worsted weight wool, so perhaps it is all my fault -- I always have to use smaller needles than other folks to make the gauge right. Just a relaxed knitter, I suppose. But this pattern is intended to be made on dpns, and I have no more than 28 stitches on any needle, so it is not an unreasonable thing I am asking of these needles. I switched to some longer #3s. Even if the Bawk is a bit large, it will be worth it not to have to wrestle with these stunted needles. (And why do I not have another, longer pair of #2 dpns?)


    They are lovely and smooth, though, just as everyone says. And they were just right for reknitting the crown of the Headline News cap. They were $10 a set at my LYS, so I don't know that I would recommend picking them up to keep on hand for finicky work, but since I have them, that is what I will use them for. Because even if you are not sweating small stuff, you often still have small stuff to deal with.


    There is a perfectly wonderful tool that I am excited about, though: needle markers. See how there is a wee yellow bit on the cable of the needle holding Brooklyn's sleeve? It has on it the size of the needle. Is this not clever? (Nonknitters -- normally we have to check the needle with the gauge tool by pushing it through the holes till we find the one that fits.) If you are doing circular knitting, you take the marker off and tie it to the tail of your project till you finish; then put it back on the needle. These were from Knitpicks. I haven't seen them elsewhere, but they are probably around. They are made by Nancy's Knit Knacks.


    Here is the information you need to join in a knitted wedding. Not only are all knitters and their friends invited to attend, but we are also invited to send our knitted flowers, doves, and whatnot to the site ahead of time. There are links to patterns for nuptial gear, for those of us who don't have any knitted wedding cake patterns hanging around. Thanks to Life de Luxe for pointing this out -- I think I would have missed it otherwise. Not that I plan to attend. But it is a good example of not taking things too seriously.


    #2 son told me how he and the Falcon rode the Trick Trike down the hill. They just kept going faster and faster and the Falcon said, "We're gonna die."


    "Nah," said #2 son, "we'll just land on our heads. But I have learned from experience that you should keep your head up. Especially if you wear glasses."


    #2 son is a naturally laid-back guy. When he was small, his motto was "Stay calm, stay cool, and snap into action."


    Both boys have long, hideous scabs on their arms and legs. However, since they kept their heads up, they did not die. Here's to a laid-back day for all.

  • Those of us who are doing the HGP received this list of assignments last Sunday:


    "Grand Plan Deep Cleaning/Organizing Area:


    Master Bedroom and Master Bedroom Closets

    Holiday Prep:


    • Make one batch of Holiday Goodies.
    • Make one extra meal for freezer again labeled HOLIDAY MEAL.
    • Buy two canned food items from menus (get 2 of each item, one to use and one to donate to food drive).
    • Buy 1/8th of TO BUY gifts. Save all receipts, note return policy before buying. Ask for gift boxes
    • Wrap and label packages. If needing to ship, get some shipping boxes now and store packages in them.
    • Work at least 1 hour a day on homemade gifts.
    • Make list of any table and bathroom linens that need replacing before the holidays, and pick up a few each week."

     


    I made a list of linens, attempting to resist the desire to make another table runner or two, which I do not need, rather than a few batches of boring napkins, which I do need.


    I have worked an hour a day (9:00 to 9:30, a.m. and p.m.) on my handmade gifts. I bought 1/8 of the store-bought gifts, and will wrap them today. I don't have any canned goods on my list, so I skipped that one for this week, though it occurs to me that I should have gotten four cans for the food drive box.


    I put a nice casserole of ham, vegetables, whole-wheat pasta, and a light sour-cream-and-cheese sauce into the freezer. I also froze a big container of Ginger Star cookies.


    But up there at the top of the list? Thoroughly cleaning my bedroom? I didn't even start that one till Saturday morning.


    My excuse is that my bedroom doesn't need much cleaning. I keep it clean. I really like my bedroom. It is my husband's bedroom, too, but he is a laissez-faire kind of guy when it comes to decorating, and doesn't mind what I do. It is cozy and romantic and comfortable, and can really be an oasis when the rest of the house is particularly -- um, let's say particularly lively. So I figured that I could just do it very quickly on Saturday morning. Tra la.


     



    That was true as far as dusting and tidying went. The buildup of books, you know, and things the kids and animals left around (I don't know why there was a football in my bedroom, and I probably don't want to know). I did a quick go-round with the dustcloth and returned books to their homes and the room looked fine.


     


    This, however, is how my bedroom looked while I was cleaning out my closet. I pulled everything out and sorted through it with a trash bag and a donations box at hand. I confess that I never get rid of clothes. Even when they are not the right size or have holes in them. What's worse, I still wear them, too. So I stood there with shirts I had ripped on barbed wire fences a decade ago, thinking, "I could still wear that." This is probably more than you need to know about me.


    It took me a couple of hours. And here is proof that there are few things more boring than a tidy closet:


    Sure, it's tidy. Those are my sweaters up there on the shelf. You can't fold sweaters too neatly. It makes 'em look funny when you wear them.


    Anyway, once I had done that, and talked with my daughters on the phone and sent the boys out with a crowd of other youths, I put a ham and potato gratin into the oven. That is just the thing for a relaxing afternoon, because you can leave it in for a couple of hours, and people can eat when they arrive.


    And, since the oven was on, I went ahead and made the "goodies" for the freezer for this week: Bourbon Fruitcake Bars. Two years ago, when #1 daughter got married, she and Son-in-Law left us the bottle of Rebel Yell Straight Bourbon Whiskey they were given as a joke. It has featured in a lot of holiday baking during that time.


    I got Brooklyn's right sleeve well started, and did the set-up rows for the next Bawk. I also thought about making a T-shirt quilt. I have been thinking about that for some time. Among the things in the closet was my collection of the kids' commemorative T-shirts (in the white plastic carton on the floor to the right and down from the cat -- yeah, no one will see anything there, except Sighkey, who has some kind of amazing computer or else really amazing eyesight). You know how the kids always are given T-shirts when they go to camp, or run in a race, or are in a play or something? I even have one of the "On Tour" shirts from when the girls sang with their children's choir at Carnegie Hall. I think that there are now enough (supposing that I wrest the tattered ones the boys are still wearing away from them) to make such a quilt. Except of course that I have a quilt in the frame at this moment, and five knitting projects on the needles, which is not much for blogland but is way over my limit.


    The HGP for this week has us repeating last week's tasks in the cooking and present departments, cleaning our master baths, and making an inventory of the family clothing to ensure that everyone has something to wear to all holiday events. If you were going to make matching snowflake-and-reindeer sweaters for everyone to wear in the holiday portraits, now is the time to get cracking.


    I'll settle for getting this T-shirt out of my kid's dresser. Now, really, isn't it time this one went to the future-quilt box?


    And I did not even open my husband's closet. It might happen that I will clean it out, too. Not that I am making threats, or anything. It just could happen, that's all.

  • Yarn, Ho! My Knitpicks order arrived. Thus it is that I am prepared to tackle one of the truly important controversies of the day head-on.


    Creationism vs. Evolution may still be exercising the thoughts of some, but there is a more pressing question: Knitpicks Wool of the Andes vs. Elann's Peruvian Highland Wool. Both of these yarns are 100% wool at acrylic prices. Both skirt the whole Australian wool issue. And both have their followings. Since I now have both on hand at once, I am prepared to approach this burning question: which is better?


    First, consider the numbers. Wool of the Andes is $1.79 per 50 gram skein, with free shipping when you buy $30 worth. Peruvian Highland Wool is $2.25 per skein, with shipping on $30 worth running at $6-$8. Andes claims 110 yards per skein and Highland claims "approximately 109." This may be modesty, but we still must accept that Andes beats Highland on price. If you are buying 20 skeins to make a large sweater, you would pay roughly $53 for the Highland and $36 for the Andes. If you just bought a couple of skeins, it wouldn't matter much. (Elann beat Knitpicks on delivery by a day. If that matters to you, you don't have time to knit anyway.)


    On the left is the Highland Wool I bought last Christmas for my Alice Starmore cardigan. It is a little sad that it is still sitting there being yarn rather than a cardigan, but handy for purposes of comparison. On the right is the newly-arrived  Wool of the Andes. I can assure you that I did not use any different criteria in choosing colors in the two cases. I know how chancy color is on computer monitors, but I expect that you can still see that when it comes to range and subtlety of color, Highland is the winner. You could not use Andes to make an Alice Starmore cardi. However, the colors are very nice and saturated. If you want red or blue, you will have no complaints. It is only if you want rose or periwinkle that Highland is way ahead of Andes.


    So far the two yarns are neck and neck.


    I swatched them both, using a single set of #3 dpns for maximum accuracy of comparison. (The bamboo needles are not a new technique -- I just stuck them in the cast-on edge to make the tiny swatches behave.) The gauge is identical -- 10.5 stitches over 2 inches. The Highland wool felt marginally harsher as I knitted, but I was not able to distinguish the two in a blind test. Both are very nice to work with, without splitting or tangling or any of the rest of the stuff that makes knitters whine in their blogs about their yarn. Both knitted up evenly with good stitch definition.


    I'll keep you posted as I knit with these, but thus far it is pretty clear. When color matters, go with Elann. When price matters more, go with Knitpicks.

  • Headline News! I added another increase row and did more repeats before decreasing, which brought it up to the right size. I went ahead with paired decreases at each side of the stockinette sections, but kept the edge stitches for each section as k1 to make it smoother. I did the decreases in each cable row. At the tops of the stockinette sections, I did a ssk psso, but slipped the two knit stitches together to keep the central stitch on top. This gave a symmetrical look.


    However, the final center decreases are not as nice as the way I did it the first time (on the right), so I will take out those last few rows and redo it one more time. But not right now. I just can't frog things right after I knit them. Even those few rows.


    Then there is still the brim to do, so this is still distinctly a work in progress, not a finished or even near-finished object. No rush.


     

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