Saturday, October 20, 2007

3494 people are ahead of you in line.

Getting closer to the Ravelry gate. Looks like sometime next week. It may just happen while I'm out of town.

Next Friday, Mr. S and I will leave the house before the crack of dawn and fly to New Orleans for a long weekend. We will meet a couple of dear friends from California; eat Beignets, gumbo mufallettas, and anything etouffee; drink Cafe au Lait and possibly other substances; and listen to as much music as possible. It could be interesting (in any number of senses) being in the French Quarter just a few days before Halloween. It all sounds sort of jet-setty, flying out for the weekend. Believe me, this is not our normal mode. But a number of different circumstances fell into place, so off we go.

Between now and then, I'll be up in Madison for a day on a "photo shoot". Elizabeth, (who's as good a photographer as she is a knitter, and that's saying something) has very generously offered to help me get better pictures for some of my patterns. We have something afoot...

And of course I have my regular library work schedule.

Soooo, I may not be posting a lot over the next week and a half, but I'll try to sneak in a quicky or two.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Pretty, Pretty - lots of LYS support yesterday

I ordered some Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock from at Yarn-Store.com. As always, it arrived faster than I could have thought possible, and the colors really are gorgeous. (When I order from Angelika I figure I am supporting a LYS, because she has a brick & mortar location, too. It just happens to be a few thousand miles away.)




I haven't worked with this yarn before, and I'm looking forward to it.


I picked up the mail on my way out of town. I was due for dinner with my Mom and a group of her old nursing school classmates. But on the way up to Madison I stopped off at The Sow's Ear in Verona. Wow! I hadn't been in since they opened up the back area, and what a difference. It looks like a hugely expanded selection of yarns, including an impressive "wall o' sock yarn" and more Brown Sheep, and some very tempting Fleece Artist stuff, and some sections I didn't have time to examine so closely...


I had gone in to buy only one ball of Dale Falk for swatching purposes (thanks for the recommendation, Laura!). I walked out with that, and a hank of Cascade Bulky Alpaca, just because it is the softest, yummiest stuff and I love it to death. But where I really fell off the wagon was a hank of Claudia handpaint lace weight silk, color: "Last Night's Wine".




I do not need more lace weight. I haven't touched the Gypsy Girl shawl in months, and I really truly wasn't going to buy more lace weight until I finished it. This was not in my budget. There is no excuse. But it is so beautiful. Nice subtle color variation, lovely sheen, and silk drapes to wonderfully......

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Major email trouble

I am currently unable to get into my regular email account. If anyone has tried to email me since this morning, I'm not ignoring you, I just can't get at it.

For now you could reach me at baxterknits (at) yahoo (dot) com

Sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs, or frog a lot of swatches

I love swatching stitch combinations, except when I hate it.

I love and live by stitch dictionaries, and I have no problem with just taking a nice stitch pattern and plunking it onto a basic sweater/scarf/ whatever. Even that is more work than the uninitiated might imagine, what with calculating repeats and considering edgings and evaluating suitability to the characteristics of the intended yarn. And then considerations of who the pattern is for: the beginning knitter, the adventurous intermediate, the traditionalist, the fashionista? (Well, OK, I don't aim much for the fashionista, not being one myself.)

But what really gets my juices flowing is playing around with stitch patterns and tweaking them and combining them to see if I can come up with a combination that I haven't run across before. It may be a question of how do I transition smoothly from a lace section to stockinette. Or it might be a "what if" as in "what would happen if I stacked this repeat on the diagonal?".

It's all great fun, except when the vision I have in my head simply won't translate into yarn. Sometime the pattern just doesn't "pop." Sometimes the combinations don't behave the way I expected. And then it's simply as frustrating as (there goes my G rating) hell.

This last week was spent in a good deal of the latter, but it wasn't without it's rewards (especially after I had the sense to walk away from one idea and follow up on another.) I've finally come up with a combination I like, and an idea of how I want to incorporate it into a finished object.


doesn't include the frogged/flung away attempts

Which leads to a question. I now have an acrylic swatch that I rather like and intend to refine and work up in nicer yarn. I'm looking for something suitable for a child's garment with good stitch definition. So what is your favorite smooth, sport weight, machine washable wool?

Speak up now......

Saturday, October 13, 2007

My Friday at School

I was wrong, the phone actually has way more than forty buttons.




Fortunately, there are only three incoming lines. All the rest of those buttons are for transferring calls to different internal locations (the building holds both the Junior and Senior HS).


But to take it from the top. I woke up two hours earlier than usual to get to school by 7:00. School is only two blocks away (I just usually sleep until 7:00). As usual, I arrived 15 minutes early, but the building was open, and that gave me a chance to get my bearings. Carol, the regular secretary is very organized, thank goodness, and had left things well prepared.


The first hour was spent taking calls from parents letting the school know that their children would be late/absent/leaving at some point for some reason. All those went on a handwritten list. After eight the teachers e-mailed their attendance and lunch counts. Then I called the teachers who had forgotten to e-mail the info. Then everything got transferred to a spread sheet that went to the principal later in the morning for follow up. (A call to the parents of the girl who reported herself sick - not very convincingly, calls to the parents of students we hadn't heard from at all.) At the same time, there were a couple of students who came in for their meds, which had to be dispensed and recorded, students who were dropping off lunch money or looking for late passes or planned absence forms, incoming calls for teachers/staff/students that needed to be handled, typing and distributing the morning announcements. It wasn't insane, just busy.


One mother called to say her son would be late. I asked when he would be in and she said she didn't know, he was out following a deer. This is not as odd as it might have once sounded to me. The boy had been bow hunting the afternoon before and hit a buck, but didn't drop it. Tried trailing it until dark, with no luck. Responsible hunters will not just walk away leaving a wounded animal unaccounted for, so the boy had some justification. Whether or not the state accepts this as an excused absence for funding purposes, I don't know.


All day, there were students signing in and out for various reasons. After about ten I could start following up on things that had come up earlier: lining up a potential substitute for an aide who was in the hospital, probably wouldn't come in Monday, but hadn't directly contacted the school to say so; tracking down a letter jacket salesman to cancel an order that a parent had last minute second thoughts about; giving the school address to an insurance adjuster who was coming to look at a teacher's car; looking up a student schedule for a mother who wanted to surprise her son by coming to lunch for his birthday. (I messed that up, and the poor women showed up 20 minutes early- but at least better early than late).


Activity slowed down considerably in the afternoon. I think Carol uses this time for typing and other jobs, but she didn't leave me any of those tasks. Probably just as well. There was a fire drill. Then about a hour later there was a lock down drill. The principal let me know in advance that these were coming, and what to do.


At the end of the day, another flurry of activity: students dropping off forms, me paging students who hadn't picked up bus passes. Then getting notes for Carol together, gathering up anything with personal information from the desk and locking it away, shutting down the computer and out the door by about 3:40.


All in all it wasn't too bad. I don't think I dropped any calls, and only mis-transferred one. I think all the students were accounted for. There were, thank goodness, no real emergencies. Everyone on the staff was very patient with me (knowing they only had to put up with me for one day....)


But hey, if you have kids in school, give a shout out to the school secretary. When she's a good one, and most are, she's the real nerve center of daily operations.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Guess it wasn't just my knickers that got twisted

by the article I referenced in my last post. Yeah, it's the lazy stereotyping (as magnusmog put it) that really bugged me, the too facile either-or setup.

So I say, ovenburners and non-ovenburners unite in knitterly sister(and brother)hood. If you're a good cook, I love you to death and please invite me for dinner. If you aren't a domestic goddess (or god), have me over for an instant cup of Joe. (I've never been able to do wine and knit, or I'd suggest a bottle of Two Buck Chuck). If you spin, all the better, I'll bring some of the dustbunnies along, already carded.

I don't want to drive my nice pointy sticks through any one's heart, just nail the spurious dichotomies.
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Today was my big day as substitute school secretary, and I'll write all about it tomorrow, promise. Right now I'm a very sleepy camper. (I am Woman, hear me snore).