Thursday, May 08, 2003

Sunday, May 04, 2003

Significant headway was made on Caedmon over the weekend. And I even have pictures to prove it! Did my first two steeks and realized that they really aren't things worthy of crippling paranoia as I was once prone to think. I just gave it a look, said "what the hell" with a shrug, and started snipping. So far, I'm generally pleased with the way everything is turning out. My only issues are with the neck opening, which is barely big enough...and all because I didn't want to abstruct the lovely little cables. Sure, I could have waited until the cables had moved out of the way, but I was tired of knitting and wanted to finish the body ASAP! Besides, the sweater is way long enough already.

Anywho, this sweater is a sweater of many firsts: First steek, first baste, first sweater done completely in the round, first gussets, first spit join, although it was a contributing factor in my second hangover. Taught myself a lot of new techniques, many of which I had read about in the past but never bothered myself with putting into practice. And now for the picture show (as always, feel free to click on the picture for a larger version):

Here we have the front of the sweater, as it lay just after I did the bind off at the neck...

...and the back

Here we have a close-up of the neck shaping. You can see what I meant by not wanting to interrupt the cabling

And here is the birth of a collar:

First I basted with some waste yarn and here's a picture of that.

And then the collar all sewn in. Of course the sewing in of the collar made the neck opening a smidge more tighter, but like a good pair of shoes, I'll be damned if I don't figure a way to get in it somehow!!!

Oh, and I'd be remiss if I didn't post a picture of the shoulder seam:

The only bad thing about this shoulder seam is that sans sleeves I've got that Joan Crawford hanger in the coat look. Fortunately the sleeves, once knitted, will pull down the shoulders to match the natural slope of my shapeless non-existent shoulders. But I still would have preferred the look of drop shoulders for the added diminuation.

And now I'm working on the endlessly dull sleeve...19 inches worth of endlessly dull sleeve. Okay, enough Caedmon pictures for now. He'll probably not resurface again on my blog once he's finished and not a moment before then.

Thursday, May 01, 2003

Knitting circle is such a wonderful concept and establishment. You have a bunch of knitters sitting around for two hours knitting and chewing the fat. It's a great place to go for one who is having technical issues. It's also a great place for one who has grown tired of talking with the incessant voices in their head. It's also a great place to go to knit outside of the house without worrying about someone asking, "can you knit me something?" However, it's a horrible place to go if you blush at the slightest hint of an off-color suggestion.

Being one to make an entrance, I arrived fashionably late (after all, except for La Traviata the prima donna always makes her entrance after the shmuks have sung their aria and dawdled through their choruses)... but as I was saying, I arrived fashionably late to hear the following sentence: "You know, I think it's Alabama where it's illegal to buy vibrators." Of course, this conversation moved on to discussing how womens underwear of the 1800's were crotchless, and then on to the prostitutes that walked around with carpets so that, when propositioned, they could commence with business immediately. Of course we talked about other things, like how SEPTA, the mass transportation company in Philly has the coglioni to suggest getting rid of a few transit lines (that I use quite often) and then in the same breath mention how they are going to raise the fare. We discussed how New York ain't the same city that it and post-Giuliani. Pre-9/11 it was a bustling theatre town where the restaurants were always packed just before a show. Pre-Giuliani it was a city with a bustling red-light district...meanwhile, the Rudy G. moves Mickey Mouse into Times Square and then takes one of those Times Square hookers and moves her into the Gracie Mansion. Ironic? Certainly...but therein lies the hilarity of it all. We also talked about the chocolate symphony, and why the hell someone would need a house with 51 rooms, and we also discussed whether this benefactor who owns the 51 room house has a lover (and believe it or not, I didn't ask that question). Nevertheless, just hearing the sex part of the discourse last night, how could one even think to say that knitting is a grandmother's sport that must be done in the confines of a rocking chair?

But I also learned a new technique of joining yarn with spit. Not quite as dramatic as I had envisioned it to be, but very efficient indeed. In the words of Auntie Mame: "Spitting distance? ... How vivid!"