December 16th, 2011
I am not a disciplined person. I get a hell of a lot done (though never as much as I want), but it’s not through solid planning or because I’m a real go-getter, but through a sort of frenzied, fearful, directionless will. I spend a lot of my time in an adrenaline-fueled blur. This would be fine if I were, I don’t know, a spy or a superhero or something. But I’m not. I’m a small businessperson of sorts, a knitwear designer, a craftsperson, and a part-time fiber farmer. My brain and body do not want or require all this amped-up Tokyo Drift pumping bass bullshit.
So I’m going to try to cut it out.
Well, theoretically. I don’t really know how to go about it.
But I’m going to start but taking a little break.
I’ve been completely submersed in knitting since late summer when I signed a book deal with Wiley. I can’t tell you how proud and excited I am about this project, but it’s fucking stressful to pump out 30-odd quality patterns with supporting charts, schematics, technical crap and lovely photos in a little over 6 months. I’ve also got a new dog.
He’s a very good boy, and watching him run is a thing of beauty, but holy time suck, I’d forgotten how much work young dogs are, and a high energy working dog is… well, let’s just say I was unprepared. I’m pretty confident that left to his own devices he would playfully kill all of the chickens and run the sheep until their hearts exploded. As a result, his exercise requires my presence. And he requires a lot of exercise.
And I have and a giant heap of overdue administrative obligations than I’m not exactly tackling; but they’re a constant weight on my mind. And of course rotten debt and no money like everyone else. And since Ron’s been on tour, I have fallen into a sort of astonishing squalor. I mean, my environment is always messy and chaotic, and Christmastime is the worst, but this is bananas. Anyway, I didn’t meant to start bitching because bitching gets my adrenaline pumps squirting out go-juice and that’s not what I want.
Because right now, just for like the next day or two, I have a little window of flexibility. I can plow through it with more work or I can sleep or I can try to force myself to slow down and take stock. I think that last one is what I should do. That and try to restore a little order.
In the name of order, last night I finally cleaned out my fridge. I sent 4 bags of wasted food into the compost. I did save a giant sack of pears in time to make a huge pear rum pot and a little batch of ginger pear preserves. The two little bags of wee, perfect miniature pears that I meant to pickle whole but instead let rot kind of broke my heart, along with the big sack of brilliant multi-hued sweet and hot peppers I meant to pickle. Sigh. And don’t get me started about the 2 pounds of ham and the big soupy pot of beans I forgot about and had to chuck earlier this week. Luckily, I had the foresight to cut and freeze most the ham in 1-pound chunks from the get-go, before I got distracted. But then I went and let that gorgeous meaty fatty bone end start a lab-worthy colony on its surface. That was meant to be the base of a lovely, rich split pea soup, but it instead became the base for a particularly stinky trash can after an unseasonably warm spell earlier this week. Ugh.
There’s something so defeating about wasting food. All your other abandoned projects are evidence of your personal failure and wasted money, but at least they just sit there, gathering dust. Abandoned cooking projects rot and stink and reproach you like mushy, fuzzy, polka-dotted proof of your failed good intentions.
The worst part about working on a book is that I don’t get to show off all my hard work for another year! Sure, I can take some nice peekaboo closeups that completely obscure the nature of the FO, but that’s not really the kind of self-congratulatory gold star I crave.
But I do have a pattern in the new knitty! It’s a super easy seamless hoodie called Sporto. It’s a very plain pattern, written simply to show off the beauty of handspun, but it would e a good choice for any richly textured or hand-dyed colored yarn. The pattern includes light worsted specs, plus a general recipe for any weight of yarn. I find that a pound of fiber = a hoodie with a pocket if it’s spun light worsted, or a hoodie without a pocket spun to aran. A pound and a quarter will typically spin me enough for a hoodie and a pocket at most weights. I wear about an old school Size 8/Women’s M (and by “old school,” I don’t mean sewing patterns, where I’m more like a 12, but standard, non-vanity sized patterns where I pretend I’m cramming a 46-inch ass into a size 2 skirt, which I own and certainly doesn’t fool anyone, least of all me), and the sweater has a relaxed but not too baggy fit. The bright green is one ply of hand-dyed Art Club top + one ply Art Club Succulent. The rotten watermelon is a one-off dye lot of Decadent Fibers Jelly Roll Corriedale bought at Rhinebeck 2009.
Oh! Wait, my calendars are done, too! That’s something else I can boast about. It’s 2012: The Year of the Grouch, but the covers, cut from 1940s & 50s magazines, and terribly cheery.
Here’s a smattering of the ones that shipped on Monday:
The completion of the calendars always puts me in the mood to tote up this year’s Überlist and get started on the new one. My goal for 2012 is to lower the bar. My Überlist has gotten progressively more ambitious and thus more defeating every year. For 2012, I’m reigning it in. 2012 is going to be my Year of Lowered Expectations, a goal that fits nicely with this year’s theme.
My only goals for the rest of the day are to ship late calendar orders, make some dumplings and deliver chicken & dumplings to Dick & Rita, and make or wrap a few Christmas presents. And have a few drinks. All this inadvertent teetotaling is not helping my health or well-being. Too bad I didn’t make that rum pot 3 months ago. Some sweet pear-infused rum sure would be dandy right now.
And by the way, I know how stupid my thumb ring looks. I cringe every time I see a picture of my hands, and yet, I can’t seem to part with it.
October 14th, 2011
With all the hullabaloo of Fiber School (which was incredible–amazing group!) and hitting my first deadline and the new chickens and the new dog, I almost forgot to mention: I’m working on a new book with Wiley!
I am VERY excited about this book. I’m also really excited about Wiley. Communication and feedback have been excellent, even from before we had a contract. And I have my own editor–something I didn’t really have on my first book. (Staffing changes kept shuffling me to new people, and in the end, I kind of ended up in limbo, without a dedicated editor–a rough place to be for a first book.) And she’s great to work with, thoughtful and smart and enthusiastic, so Yay!
It’s also incredibly thrilling to be working on a knitting book when I actually know what the fuck I’m doing. So far I love all of my patterns, and I look forward to every new one.
The only downside to this whole thing is the brutal deadlines it involves. Between Fiber School and the new dog, I’m cranking out more than a pattern a week to make up for it. Luckily, I’ve already worked out the broad strokes of everything, so I’m not coming up with the ideas out of the blue–just the nuts & bolts–but that’s still a hell of a lot of knitting, especially whilst housebreaking a dog. And the way I knit (knit, frog, repeat), and with my ambitions to make diversions and variations of every fracking pattern (which I am suppressing to prevent madness/hand failure), I typically at least double my knitting.
New dog, so bony still:
He was starving when he showed up the night before Fiber School. We started feeding him but had no place to put him, so he kept running around town until he got hurt. Then Rachel drove him down to the emergency vet/Humane Society dropoff and he spent a few days in doggy jail, giving his original owners a last chance to find him. The we adopted him, chipped him, and now we’re trying to acclimate him to his new home and dampen his interest in the chickens and sheep (he’s fine with the cats) and fatten him up so we can get him fixed and vaccinated and on heartworm/flea & tick stuff. I don’t want to stress his system with a bunch of chemicals until he’s back up to a normal body weight.
He was afraid to come inside at first, but he’s adjusting nicely. As he gets healthier, he’s quickly becoming more energetic, so I suspect I may be taking up running to keep him stable and non-destructive inside. He definitely wants to be an outside dog, but knowing he’s a runner (a motivated dog would have no trouble escaping our fence, especially with Randy from the City and the elelectric guy coming and going to check the meters) and not yet sure how he’ll react to the livestock once he’s healthy and robust–well, he’s going to be an inside dog with long walks for at least a couple weeks. I hope to transition to letting him out in the fenced back as much as he wants and inside at night once he knows this is his home and he’s adjusted and current with his shots and outside meds (rabies, heartworm, flea/tick–we get plenty of wildlife on our property).
The housebreaking’s going well. We’re crate-training him.
The other new addition, the new chicks, have been moved outside. I had major repairs to the hoop house, which got blown around and dashed to the ground last summer. (BTW, this is not something that gets blown around lightly. IN its previous 2 years, it got blown a few feet once. It’s heavy. Even with a flat dolly in back and mower wheels installed on the front–making it a 6-wheeled vehicle– I could barely drag it back into place. Now it’s in a pretty sheltered spot, and I attached 4 cinderblocks to add to the weight, so we should be good for most contingencies.) The don’t quite get the roosting thing. Their first few nights, they crammed themselves into the holes in the cinderblocks instead of using their roost, and I had to transfer the groggy but outraged beasts to their roosts after dark, since their chosen spot was also the most exposed, and they’re still way too small to be rubbing it in predators’ faces like that.
Once they’re bigger, we’ll let them range with the other chickens and hopefully by winter, everyone will be back to the coop and I can kit out the hoophouse for a greenhouse again.
All of the animals are still waiting on names. I’m leaning toward Joan/Peggy/Betty for the chickens, but I want to make sure they’re all girls and that I’ve called which is which appropriately. Due to their timing, I’ve had much less contact with this batch, so they’re a little more wild and strange to me.
We haven’t found out the dog’s name yet, which is making training a pain. We think we know it, but it’s hard to know for sure until the dog knows he’s home. This one seems like he was on his own for a long time, and he’s not yet quite who he’ll be. Anyway, we’re going to have to decide this week, or he’s going to think his name is Good Boy.
October 12th, 2011
So knitloon on ravelry sent me a note about this:
She said she bought it as new stock a month ago. My pattern was published on Craft in March.
Of course the Chico’s one is pieced colorwork instead of top-down slip-stitch, but that would be necessary for mass production. The only design difference is the neckline, which I actually give instructions for on the ravelry page (the color notes are the original for the pattern, not for me to show emphasis now):
Now, maybe the Chico’s was inspired by the same random 40s children’s sweater I was. And maybe they decided it would make a good women’s sweater, and maybe they decided to change the pattern motif, ease, sleeve length and cuff length just like mine, and maybe this all happened after my pattern was published and without them seeing it. But really? Really, Chicos?
August 12th, 2011
I got a wild hair this week and went on a carding bender. Since I’ve been meaning to set up a separate shop for Art Club (aside from etsy), I figured may as well do it now, with all these pretty new cuckoobatts, huzzah! Most of them are big fat jumbo batts, 3 – 4 ounces, enough for a decent project on their own.
In honor of the new shop, mention this post for a free custom coordinate-y surprise jumbo batt with $35 purchase! (Man, 5 modifiers and no commas!)
Seaweed (wool, bamboo, mohair, soy silk):
Sunken (wool, bamboo, soy silk):
Deep Sea (wool & bamboo):
Fruit Punch Mouth (wool & bamboo):
Peacock Twinset (2 coordinating batts; wool, mohair, silk & bamboo):
Disney Mermaid (wool, bamboo, soy silk):
Frog Pond (wool, soy silk, bamboo):
Pushup (wool & silk):
Monster Mash (wool & soy silk):
Old Moss (merino, alpaca, soy silk):
Cherry Bomb Sox (superwash wool & nylon):
Bluebell Sox (superwash wool & nylon):
Vine Sox (superwash wool & nylon):
Indian Paintbrush Sox (superwash wool & nylon):
Pink Candy Sox (superwash wool & nylon):
Hot House Sox (superwash wool & nylon):
Thistle Sox (superwash wool & nylon):
I may end up using etsy for the one-offs and the main shop for all the open stock stuff, but for now, it’s super batty.
August 4th, 2011
Free pattern on Craft
Splash, knit in a mere 3 skeins of Lorna’s Laces Pearl (4 skeins for the L/XL)!
As a swimsuit coverup:
As a dress:
I’m kind of loving lace right now. Lace is just such a bargain to knit that I can’t resist it. I mean, a 300g dress! And the short version of my Date Night top was 100g, bananas! Of course, my idea of lace is mostly easy mindless lace. I’m working on another project with complicated lace that I actually have to think about, and it’s not nearly as fun, though it’s satisfying to watch it emerge (it’s also knit flat, so bleh, too much purling!).
More Splash (thanks to Charlene for modeling for me!):
In other news, the heat finally broke, after a torturous 111° on Tuesday. And today: rain! I’d almost forgotten what it was.
Oh, and the Spinners Control Cards are back in stock!
July 29th, 2011
Today I shot Splash, my upcoming Craftzine pattern, with the lovely Charlene, who has a figure that welcomes the camera instead of mortifying it (uh, me). The weather was gorgeous, windy, mild hot (nice hot, not the punishing 100-by-noon bullshit we’ve had the last couple weeks), and the setting was a pretty town lake in Lyon county, out by Char’s place. Here’s just a teeny taste of it (I’ll post a big pile of photos next week when the pattern’s live):
I’m delighted with this pattern. It’s utterly easy and speedy and used just 3 skeins of yarn, which completely blows my mind. It knits up just about as fast as you’d expect 300g of worsted in a simple, open pattern on 7s to knit up–and that’s fast, brother! And it’s so soft and comfy I kind of don’t ever want to take it off. Which is a funny way to feel about any clothing in the dead of summer, let alone a knit. The only reason I don’t run around naked all summer is because: 1) well, the obvious horror–no one wants to look at that mess all day, especially not me; 2) my ass sticking to seats; 3) increased potential injury from cooking/hay/evil plants/insects/livestock. After the Naked French Fry Burn Incident, I have a much healthier respect for clothing.
I’m trying to keep that TDF momentum going. I just finished this:
from this, Laura’s Pygoras romney roving:
Next up, also Laura’s Pygoras, but this time, Shetland:
I got burnt out on combed top at the end of TDF and I’m on a roving kick now.
July 25th, 2011
Well, I feel pretty good about my Tour de Fleece.
My last minute spin, which ticks both my Team Wicked Stitch checkbox and my Team Browncoats checkbox–though the last one by accident. It turned out being pretty much the colorway of the Serenity movie poster, through no effort on my part.
The fiber was some stuff I got at the grand opening of The Wicked Stitch, back when it was Settler’s Farm.
I thought it went well with both this old Cuckoobatts Club Batt I’ve been hoarding forever:
and these alpaca batts:
And I almost put them all together for a project, but then I decided I didn’t feel like mixing fibers, and I didn’t feel like spinning a whole pound. I don’t need every bit of handpsun I spin to become a sweater, after all.
That brings the total to two and a quarter pounds and about 1700yds, assuming I counted the first lot right, and I’m suspicious about that, as 500-something seems low for a pound of dk to worsted, even of the heavier fibers. I mean, it was spun woolen. Even with the chain ply, that doesn’t seem right. But that’s a procrastination project for another day.
1. Yarn School widows & orphans=1# woolen chain plied odds & ends. 2. Hello Yarn Yarn School Grunge (2006) and Gentle (2011), Woolie Bullies merino & Spinning Colors Dune=1# worsted 2-ply. 3. Wicked Stitch Combed Top=Worsted 2-ply sock.
And with the last two, I am officially sick of spinning combed top for awhile. Haven’t picked out he rest of my June spin or my July spin, but for the June, at least, it will be roving or batts.
I did not spin every day after the first week, but I did pretty well, and considering I’m also working on several design projects, I’m satisfied with my output, though I did feel kind of deflated after looking at the Team HY/SE/SCF page and learning that my 2+# was way less impressive than I thought. But at least I get to tick off a couple more boxes on my Überlist.
July 23rd, 2011
I finished my 2nd TDF pound this evening. Here it is, unwashed, 800-something yds of 2ply. I need to see it in daylight to form an opinion, but offhand, I think it’s less than the sum of its parts. I probably should have chain-plied. Oh, well.