Kiss My Knits!

A while back, Charlotte Yarn had a parking lot yarn swap and I purchased a couple of undyed knitted sock blanks. Unlike Flat Feet these were knitted on an antique sock knitting machine. (Someday, when I win the lottery, I’ll have one.) Each was a very long tube about as big around as my upper arm. I kept one and gave one to a friend. On dye day a while back, I dyed mine. I was less than thrilled with the results.



A couple of nights ago I decided to go ahead and try knitting with it, just to see what it was like. Turns out there were little white spots where the yarn touched and the dye didn’t uptake thoroughly. It gave the yarn a mottled character that I liked much better!

I unraveled the entire blank and skeined it up, excited to see whether the white was consistent throughout the blank. Here it is in its kinky glory, still remembering its knitted shape.

The skein was soaked and then hung to dry with a light weight suspended from it in order to straighten the fibers.

And here it is, straightened and dry. It’s much different than I originally imagined when I dyed it. I can’t wait to see how it knits up. Unfortunately, the queue is such that this’ll have to wait until Spring, at least, but still – it’s something to look forward to!

When I need a little energy, there are some things that can always get me on my feet. Sing it, sister!

I’m not making any. I will, however, pat myself on the back for ending the year ten pounds lighter than I started it. Onward!

Thanks to the new camera (and, by extension, my husband) I have a decent picture of the acrylic version of the Jayne hat. It’s a good option for those allergic to wool. This one is going to Texas.

I need to work on my setup. This gave a good result, but the setup was on the floor facing an open door. In that situation, it’s very hard to look through the viewfinder and compose properly.

Mr. Tvini has taken Em to the mall for a bit so I have time to stamp boxes and get a few things done. Whew. I needed a break.

We rolled out of here in time to make it to the planetarium. In time, that is, if there hadn’t been construction work taking place right in front of our driveway. By the time we got on the road, I was skeptical that we’d make it, but we gave it a shot anyway. Because my parents read this journal, let me say that I drove in a cautious and sober manner, never speeding or otherwis7777777777777777777777777

Sorry about that, sometimes when I say these things my nose grows and starts hitting the keyboard. Anyway. We missed it by five minutes. Emily handled it like a champ, considering we’d had to drive 25 miles to get there. The December show runs for one more day, so we’re going to try again tomorrow.

We decided instead to go to Borders and get a calendar, which Emily was very anxious about having. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any of the ones she was hoping to get, so we left empty-handed. Right now she and my husband are looking online, and from what I’m hearing, there are no Strawberry Shortcake calendars that are modern. They’re all retro, looking like the Strawberry Shortcake of my youth, not the one she watches on Sunday morning. (Note: commercial TV is a new thing for her this winter, and it’s worthy of its very own post.)

Basically, this day has not been all that one might hope. Part of me is just shaking my head at the craptacularness of it. Fortunately, a larger part of me is saying that if this is the worst that life throws at us, then we’re still doing okay.

ETA: I hit the used video store, where the guy was feeling the Christmas spirit and gave me half off of a Collector’s Edition Dark Crystal, bringing it to $8. Then I hit the fabric store for the wooly nylon, which they didn’t have, but I did meet a nice Browncoat. Then I came home to find my husband had set up the telescope in the driveway and we could see the craters on the moon with remarkable clarity. Now he’s showing Venus to our daughter. See? Everything’s still okay with the world.

I dyed up the yarn for Em’s next pair of socks today, but I want to swing by a fabric store to pick up some Wooly Nylon thread to carry with it for reinforcement. You see, today I decided that it would be easier to cut out most of the sole of one of her old socks and re-knit it than to try to do a bad patch job. It was the first time I’d tried to do that. Unfortunately, kitchenering the old and the new back together did not go smoothly. There’s a big peak on the sole now, like stiff meringue. It’s where the number of stitches on one needle did not match the number on the other and I tried to MAKE it work. Sigh. Holly Jolly no more, I now dub them Frankensocks. At least I got the toe and the sole fixed, more or less. I’ve also got a line on a bunch of sportweight wool/nylon blend that would stand up better to abuse than the 100% merino I’m using.

Am I going to complain about having to do all this mending? Well, yes, apparently I am. But I’m stopping now to look at someone who’s doing far more time-consuming work, knitting the sweaters for the upcoming stop-motion animated movie Coraline.

Em and I are off to the planetarium this afternoon for their annual December program on holiday traditions. It should be fun. I’m enjoying spending time with my girl, but I must admit I’m ready for school to start again.

Nana and Grandpa’s Christmas present. If you know anything about Emily and her love of the stars, you know this is a good gift. This is a great time for it too, because Venus has been very high and bright in the sky early in the evening, when Em’s still awake. Em was able to see it, then got cold and came in, but afterward Steve and I were able to fiddle with the focus until we could observe that it was half full. Very cool.

I’m hopeful that at some point we’ll be able to take it somewhere dark and she can see the Orion Nebula and various other nifty phenomena. In a couple of weeks, the moon’s going to be very well situated for viewing, so we’re hoping she’ll be able to spy some nice craters.

If you’re looking for astronomical software for your desktop, permit me (and Mr. Tvini, who discovered it) to recommend Stellarium. We’re really enjoying this software.

When my mother and I last went to Pennsylvania, we drove up the back roads, well away from the lights of town. She pointed out Cassiopeia as the constellation she could most easily recognize. Because of that, I’ve made sure to teach that one to Emily. I didn’t know if she’d recognize it in the actual night sky, since we live in the midst of the city lights and it’s tough to see the stars in detail.

Last weekend when we were heading home from my in-laws, it was night. I pointed out that we could see a lot of stars if we looked up through the windows.

“Look, there’s Cassiopeia!” she said. And she was right.

I’m so glad that her love of the stars is being fostered by so many people in her life.

Second verse, same as the first.

Ballantyne Village Theater here in Charlotte is playing Wizard of Oz this week as part of their ongoing retro series. Obviously, we had to go see it.

The down sides:
The print is old and scratched.
The focus faded in and out, not because of the projectionist, but because of a lackluster transfer.
The print is cropped at the sides, revealing the whole picture only through pan and scan.
It looks a lot like the trailer embedded below in terms of quality.

The up sides:
It’s only $5 a ticket if you go to the 5:20 show.
It’s the freakin’ WIZARD OF OZ on the BIG SCREEN.
I’m going with a nine-year-old, not a film appreciation class, so there’s a limit to how much I should really complain.

We talked about our favorite characters in the car on the way home. Mr. Tvini likes the Cowardly Lion because he likes Bert Lahr. I like the Scarecrow because I like the way he moves and dances (Ray Bolger is awesome). Em likes Dorothy “because she’s a really good singer.” My kid’s got good taste.

Em had a blast and wants to go again. And so we will. And we will share popcorn and bottled water and lo, it will be good.