Multiple Directions

Fixated.  That is an apt description for my knitting over the last week.  Absolutely fixated by the new direction of my work after spending two days learning from Myra Wood.





The pieces of knit fabric decided that they wanted to be a bag - a satchel of sorts for when I need just that perfect something.  After listening to the yarn make its decision, it was necessary to work side panels that would give width and balance out the other pieces.

Yes, just as Myra instructed, I steamed each section as the knitting progressed.  Each time a portion was finished, steam was applied.  Then after the entire rectangle was completed pins were placed selectively so that the whole piece could be steamed as one.  Because my yarn choices were not all the same content, over blocking was a good course.  Eventually, all the edges played nicely even though it was necessary to replace pins and slightly align some of the joins.

The underside is not a mess.  Given how many color changes are in this one rectangle, it could have resembled our drawer of electronic wires (don't ask; only family is allowed to see that tangled web).  I love weaving in ends as I knit or crochet and this photo shows why.  Not one tapestry needle was used in the making of this fabric.

Yes, there was some final adjustments made with tapestry needle, but that is a story for another day.

The thing about making a bag is that the knitting is just the first step.  Lining, determining the closure and making it, handle(s) and futzing are left to be done.  For now I leave you with this final thought.

YIPPIE!

Flowing Thoughts & Flowing Yarn

Run to the keyboard.  Type fast.  Skip a few lattes and a bagel and you can click your way to Knit In New Directions from Myra Wood.  Go do it now.  I will wait.

Whether you knit, crochet, quilt, draw or weave, Myra's journey into your own creativity will send your thoughts into a swirling mass of "must do NOW."

I was fortunate to spend two whole days with Myra in a workshop environment while knitters explored, learned and tinkered with yarn.  We thought about stitch patterns.  We deconstructed long color repeats to make our own color way.  We turned our work sideways and upside down.  We considered seams vs. picking up.  We were creative!

My mind is exhausted.

I have this much accomplished.  These two chunks are either pieces for a bag or the beginnings of a tee shirt.  I am happy and excited about the freedom to just make fabric. Well, that and the whole lesson about tails should this turn out to be a bag.


Thank you Myra Wood.  You rock.

The Wacky World Of Yarn Work

Last week was like a roller coaster of hooks and needles held together by string.  Within twenty-four hours  I went on a wild ride of knitting a shop sample and crocheting for the television world.

It all started when a certain yarn store received a shipment of the new Knit Noro 1 2 3 Skeins book.  It is a winner for sure.  A sample was needed and I offered my service.

  Two balls of Noro Mossa later this Cabled Handbag was finished. From cast on through sewing and on to attaching the lining and the handles, this purse took about nine hours - including going shopping for the handles.  When I set my mind to finish something, it gets done.  Period.

And then the wacky got even wackier.  A friend received a job.  He had about four (as in 4) days to crochet a very specific afghan for a production company.  This was more than even the most prolific crochet insomniac can accomplish with precision.  Luckily, friends abound.  He posted and three of our extended group of yarn-a-holics offered to crochet.  We are all determined to be successful so that he gets more jobs for the industry folks down the road.

But let me tell you.   It is really something to see the designer of an afghan teach others to get exact gauge on every piece so that they will all fit together at the last minute with no major issues that could cause the deadline to be missed.

The designer/contractor has a loose hand.  What he could do on an H hook, I needed an I.  The first assistant who got to work needed a J hook to get gauge.  And the final assistant, when last I saw her, was determined to get gauge without moving all the way to a K hook (she is a very tight crocheter who sells her beautiful things all the time!)

Each of the three assistants (and yes, that includes me)  all  produce beautiful items.  But getting all four "hookers" working on what can only be described as panic pace and on the same gauge is not as easy as one might think.  Luckily for us, he who is in charge is an experienced teacher and he has us all working apace for the goal.  Job well done Leo.  Job well done.

So that was my wacky world of yarn work.  Two jobs, both on tight deadline.  And then I rested.  

Don't Mess With This

The shelf unit in my yarn studio apparently was overly messy.  At least according to certain family members.  I believe the exact quote was "now, if you'd just do something about THAT." 

To be honest, they were absolutely correct.  The magazines and books were mostly sloppy.  The single patterns were all cattywampus and the beads & buttons were mixed up and spilling out of too small containers.

A little thinking, followed by quick shopping and Voila!  The mess is now hidden behind and in storage systems.   I admit that it will be much easier to find the gold beads in the bead bin and not have to filter through the wood buttons looking for beads. 

You, gentle reader, should be thrilled and delighted that I have spared you a before photo.  I took one; it was so life altering that I actually spend $$ on non-yarn items.  But, all in all, I am thrilled with the result. 

The magazines are in real actual magazine holders!  The binders of single patterns did not change, but it is obvious that serious time needs to be devoted to setting up new binders because two magazine holders are stuffed with patterns. 

The fabric bins have stolen my heart.  That I was able to find sizes that fit onto the preexisting shelves was a huge plus.  My brilliant idea to use yarn to tie on labels deserves a special mention on Pinterest. (she laughs deeply at that one) 

What is so special about these things is while the inside might be a total dump, the family gets to see a pretty picture of organization. 

This one little corner has inspired me to consider reworking the local stash.  But since that is behind closed closet doors, the family does not comment so much on that homage to the word "disarray." 

It's Genetic

Today is bittersweet.  Ninety years ago, Ida Mae Francois was born.  Thirty years later she had a daughter when little Lenora was born.  Almost twenty years ago, Mama's life journey ended.

One corner of my yarn studio purposely keeps her memory alive.  Every day that I walk in, I feel the genes wiggle and wake up.  And life goes on.

The two needlepoint pieces are in the style of Currier & Ives.  Mama did those;  I have them.  The oval photo is Alexon and Laura Francois - Mama's parents/my grandparents. 

Under that is a very humble snap shop of the rocker that I still have.  My memory has failed, but it might be that the rocker belonged to Laura (surely it could not be old enough to have been Laura's mother who owned it).  I remember when Daddy and Mama replaced the original cane seat (broken from years of wear) with the pad and upholstery that is still there today.

The hooked pillow front is left over from when Mama tried to re-teach me to hook a rug.  It is cute and meaningful to me even if the skill is not very technical.  And look at the pink afghan tossed over the back of the rocker.  That is from the hand of daughter Sarah - she who crochets - adding her skill and yarn love to the corner that is dedicated to the women of my family.

From Laura to Ida Mae to Lenora to Sarah.   It's genetic and I am proud.

Happy Birthday, Mama.