No tickers

Montag, Februar 22, 2016

We Go West

Cherry and I went to Stitches West on Friday and Saturday. We used to go to East Coast shows: Maryland Sheep and Wool, Rhinebeck. Now that she lives in California, of course we will go to West Coast shows.

These conventions are like Comdex (or maybe Comic-con) for people who like to make things out of string, and for people who like to shop for handmade items. There are classes taught by knitting rock stars. There are booths manned (or womanned) by the artists who made the items they are selling. There are people everywhere enthusiastically greeting friends they haven't seen since the last show, or whom they may never have met in person at all.

I had goal beyond just hitting the marketplace. I wanted to meet the San Francisco knitters with whom I've been friends on Ravelry for years, Leslie Wong and Celia McCuaig. We got together on Friday to shop and again on Saturday for more shopping, and dinner with more knitters (and Fluevog shoe fanatics). I was frustrated when I arrived home and realized that I have no photos from these get-togethers. I was having too much fun to even think of taking pictures! We'll have to do it all again next year.

There are, however, a few photos from around the market.

Click to play this Smilebox collage
Create your own collage - Powered by Smilebox
Picture collage customized with Smilebox

Who's who and what's what, from top left: Tan and Kate at Dragonfly Fibers; Shawls at on display at Dragonfly Fibers; Flocksock in Amortentia, Silver Sock in Merfolk's Garden, and Super Sheep DK in The Dark Side from Holiday Yarns; Cherry, Tan and Jennifer at Holiday Yarns; Dalek Bag from A Needle Runs Through It; Carolyn and Tan at Greenwood Fiberworks; Stephen West and Tan at A Verb for Keeping WarmThree Irish Girls yarns at StevenBe; Heatherly, Tan, and Cherry at Holiday Yarns; Verdant Gryphon Bugga in A Wistful Moment and Madagascan Sunset Moth from The Verdant Gryphon; Jamie and Tan at The Verdant Gryphon; Malabrigo Rueca in 057 English Rose, from Webs;  Project bags from Slipped Stitch Studios; Rabbit hand puppet from Knitterly; Kelly (Valkyriene) and adorable shopping assistant; Three Irish Girls mini-skeins from StevenBe; Super Traveller in Fire in the Evening and Forget me Knot from Dragonfly Fibers; Naturally dyed yarns from A Verb for Keeping Warm; Shawl kits at Cat Mountain Fiber Arts.

Freitag, Februar 12, 2016

Feeling the love

I worked on my Valentines today:

These cute bag toppers are from Darling Custom Prints on Etsy. They're downloadable, so if you still haven't solved your Valentine needs you're not too late! I think Sharman got the bags at Baker's Cash and Carry before Christmas. Thanks to Celia for delivering these to Lehi for me.

Other stuff that's going on:

1) I had laser surgery for a torn retina yesterday. The eye problem has been going on for several weeks, but they were finally able to diagnose and repair it. The light saber may not be as clumsy or as random as a blaster, but it still hurts if you get shot in the eye with it. Many thanks to Dr. Bell and Dr. Vitale at the Moran Eye Center in Salt Lake for their good care.

2) I am playing in a master class tomorrow with world-famous French organist, Daniel Roth. I am planning on rocking my performance of Maurice Duruflé's "Prélude on the name of ALAIN."  This is one of those things you do because it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, even if it scares the heck out of you. But I mainly need to hem up my pants so I don't trip on them getting up to the organ.

3) I am still chugging away on my January socks. It's only what, February 12? I decided to finish them as pedicure socks. This probably guarantees that it will be warm and sunny in March so I don't need pedicure socks after all.

4) And next week: STITCHES WEST! Santa Clara, here I come!

Samstag, Jänner 30, 2016

I Still Think I'm a Knitter

I don't think these socks are going to be finished by midnight tomorrow night.

I joined Heatherly Walker's Knit From Stash 2016 group on Facebook. It's a do-it-yourself yarn club.

My January pick was Bugga! in Orchard Spider from The Sanguine Gryphon. The pattern is Heatherly's Espalier Socks.

I thought I was really going to do this. I picked out my twelve yarns, bagged them, then labelled them by month. I put them in a bin with the Top This hat kits.

The idea was to start the socks on December 31st, which I did. Then I was going to finish my hood.

Piper's hood only took four days right before Christmas, so that was going to be easy, right? That would give me a couple of weeks to knit the socks, and in my spare time I would whip out one of those hats as well.

Then this happened:

I'm taking this great class at the University of Utah. It's called "The History of Western Musical Notation," and it's taught by Dr. Jane Hatter. We are studying how people learned to write down music, and practicing transcribing it into modern notation. And that, my friends, turns out to be harder than it looks. I don't care how hard you think it looks. It is harder than that.

I do have some other stuff going on as well. There's the theory class. There's the organ practice. There's running the occasional errand and doing some laundry. But the main reason no knitting is going on is this medieval pig latin, as one of my friends so succinctly put it.

My question is, do I get to peek at my February sock yarn tomorrow? Or do I have to wait until I finish the socks?

Freitag, Jänner 22, 2016

I haven't blogged for a couple of years because of the voices in my head that say a blog post has to be perfect and have pictures with it. I am trying to stifle the voice of perfectionism, so here goes.

This is what I'm doing in my life:

1) I am halfway through my master's degree in organ performance, as calculated by number of recitals given. I hope to present my second recital some time in April of 2017.

2) I am not knitting very much, due to #1. However, I can still show you a picture of something knitted because I finished a pair of socks on New Year's Eve. The yarn is The Verdant Gryphon's Bugga! in "Persephone," and the pattern is Love Me Tender by Cookie A. (it was a club pattern so will be available on her website in October of 2016).

3) I am trying a new program for dealing with food, Am I Hungry.  I've been doing it for two weeks and am excited about how it is helping me have a healthier relationship with food (as in, not act like Gollum about it). I'll let you know how it goes.

Samstag, November 02, 2013

The Cat Alarm

            I have joined the millions of people around the world who have a cat for an alarm clock.  I used to sleep in as long as I wanted on the weekend.  The cats have dry food available all the time, so in the morning they would go eat it.  It was actually a relief, because a cat that is away from the bed cannot continue pummeling its occupants into the most comfortable version of a sleep sack.

            Then Turbo got old.  Her doctor wanted her to eat special, canned cat food.  Of course this meant Che, also, wanted (different) special canned cat food.  Suddenly breakfast is this gourmet experience.  Look at it this way.  If you knew your choices for breakfast were either dry cereal or bacon, would you go eat the dry cereal?  No, you would hold out for bacon or go cook it yourself. 

            This doesn’t work for Turbo because she can’t open cans.  She can, however, open my eyes by clawing at my eyelids repeatedly until I can’t stand it any more.  So I get up in the dark and go around giving anyone who will eat it cat food or dog food or both, depending on who it is and how demanding they are.  Note that I cannot get back in bed after all this, because Turbo only likes her cat food to be served on my bed with a little Turbo plate and a little Turbo tablecloth.  She does not get little Turbo serviettes, but only because I haven’t got any her size.

            This is not the first time in my life that I have had to get up early for animals.  When I was in high school I set my alarm for 4:00 a.m. so that I had time to wash my hair before school after I milked the cow.  This was in the olden days before blow dryers.  I had longish, thick hair and my Sixties-style hair dryer—which I had because it was the Sixties—took about an hour to do the job.

            It could have been worse.  It was only one cow.  It was hand milking, not machine milking, but it gave me well-developed hands.  At 4:00 a.m. in winter the snow sparkled like ten million jewels.  In summer I saw the sunrise. 

I should add that it was my own fault I had to do it.  My dad was willing to milk the cow once a day, in the evening.  Once a day gave us enough milk for the family’s needs.  However, it didn’t give us enough milk to run some through the separator and get cream for our cereal or to cook with.  If we cranked the separator tight enough, it would produce cream so thick it set up in the fridge like butter, and we sometimes used it that way for cookies and cakes, but mostly our mom just made fudge.

Turbo does not produce anything tangibly useful like cream.  She does barf on the floor, but we have not figured out any use for that.  No, getting up while it’s still dark is the price I pay for having a warm, furry white noise machine to purr me to sleep any time I lie down on the bed, day or night.  She has been doing it for eighteen years.  That’s got to be worth a little sacrifice.