This week, I worked on my seed stitch swatch (again), using the combination knitting style suggested by Divine Bird and my Dear Friend Jen.
I’m unhappy. It’s still got holes. (Also, it is kind of sloppy where I was adjusting to the new-and-awkward-to-me technique.) *sigh* I am going to try knitting up yet another swatch, using my preferred knitting method (continental), and see if wet blocking (as Marlene suggested) doesn’t help it. Wish me luck!
Some phenomena are impossible to document with a crappy digital camera, but I’ve wanted to blog about this for weeks. The area where I live has become a gathering place for all the crows for miles (I mean, thousands) around come to roost at night. Last year, the massive roost was about a mile from where I live and for about an hour or so before dark, we could hear them calling as they picked their favorite perches on which to settle down for the night. This year, the roost is in our yard and all along the street where we live. Every evening, as the light begins to fade and darkness starts to take hold, the skies are literally filled with crows as they stream in from all over. All the tree tops I can see are thick with the large black birds, noisily calling to one another, as they settle down for the night. It really is a beautiful sight and it fills me with awe and appreciation for nature every evening. I only wish I could get a better picture of it.
Update 1/13/08: I found a great link on the subject.
What I am about to share with you is the absolute truth. I am not exaggerating or making it up. I swear to God I am not kidding about this.
E2 cannot say cracker properly. I’m okay with this as he is only 2, and it really does make for some interesting kitchen chatter. Also, it causes us adults to collapse on the floor into fits of giggles every time he asks for a cracker. So, here I am sitting here at my computer, checking email, etc. and Mr. Interrupted is in the kitchen, feeding the wolves children their after dinner snack. E2 enthusiastically cheerfully chimes in with his vote: “I want f*ckers! I want cheese and f*ckers!”
I recently overheard a certain 6 year old say, while getting into bed and giggling uncontrollably, “Don’t go near the carnies*, dad! They’ll take all your money!”
*(I hope I haven’t offended any carnival workers, but it was darned funny!)
As I promised myself back in July, I hauled out the stuff for my TKGA’s Master Knitter (level 1) course and knitted up a seed stitch swatch. It sucked, so I knitted up another one. That one sucked too.
See the holes? Not good. I am knitting with Cascade 220 on 4 mm needles. Any readers out there really good at seed stitch? I could really use some advice.
Today I joined the ABC-along on Ravelry. The idea is to post a meaningful-to-the-photographer photo every other week that corresponds with the assigned letter of the alphabet for that week. I offer for “A”
the Amaryllis blossom at my friend Dawn’s house. We spend at least one afternoon at her house per week. The boys play while we knit together. Well, at least that’s how it’s supposed to work. Some days (like today) we spend more time mediating arguments and disagreements between our four boys than actually knitting, but we still have fun.
Speaking of fun and my friend Dawn, look what she gave me today:
Blue Moon Fiber Arts’ Socks That Rock in the Xmas Rock colorway. Isn’t it awesome? This my very first skein of STR. I love love love this yarn and can’t wait to knit with it. It’s soft and squishy and gorgeous. Thank you so much, Dawn!
Knitting Interrupted 