fulfillment center

Don't you just love getting packages in the mail? I wonder, if one were to conduct a little study, what people would say is their reason for joining something like Secret Pal or a swap. I think I would have listed Reason #1 as getting packages in the mail. It almost doesn't matter what's in them.

Today I got not one, but TWO packages in the mail! Whoopeee! None were from Secret Pals though, since I'm not currently participating. At first I kind of hoped against hope that one of them might be my long-awaited Made Stuff Swap from Use What You Have Month #1, which was way back in May. Nope, still no swap. But I wasn't disappointed. How could you be disappointed by a package that comes from a place called a "Fulfillment Center"?

One package was yarn.



And the other was new shoes.



You know I was happy with that pairing. Best of all, after opening packages I got to eat a tasty dinner prepared by someone that was not me! And I didn't even have to use my credit card! HWWLLB has become an overnight sensation in the kitchen. He recently decided that he needed to be fixing dinner three nights a week, so now every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday I come home to a tasty, extravagant dinner. We've had tomato & cheese tart, cajun shrimp, kale & corn salad, roasted red pepper soup, all kinds of amazing stuff. Tonight we had spanakopita, roasted pepper salad and greek green beans. Also an apple streusel. It was soooooo yummy.

I have to admit that when HWWLLB first came up with this scheme, maybe I was a little bit not as supportive as I could have been. He spent about two weeks (mostly during our vacation) buying, borrowing, and checking out cookbooks from the library. He pored over recipes and copied them into a special journal. He planned meals for every week til Christmas, and made special shopping lists for each week on colored index cards.

The thing is, this level of detailed planning is very much not in HWWLLB's nature. On the Myers-Briggs scale, he's an INTP. The "P" stands for "Plan something for me in advance and I will DIE ON THE SPOT." So you can imagine why I might have been a wee bit skeptical about this project, and maybe I even gave voice to that skepticism when I should have bitten my tongue.

But also, I really love to cook, and I think I actually felt a little threatened by this. I mean, if you want to take some chores off my plate, take cleaning! I F*ing hate to clean!

Folks, if there is a lesson that this experience has driven home, it's don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Also, shut up and enjoy your dinner. Because boy oh boy, have I been enjoying these dinners! Sometimes they aren't ready til after I'd normally go to bed, but all in all I rate them four stars. And you know, while HWWLLB is busy cooking up something scrumptious, tidying up a little doesn't seem so bad.

So that's the low-down from here at the Fulfillment Center. I hope you get an exciting package in the mail soon too!

art is everywhere!

Some things just tickle me to no end. I am always particularly excited about art projects, or arts/crafts projects, or just art in the everyday. Where does this one fall? You be the judge. I present you with Suzanne's pedicure. Yes, she did it herself, with a little 'white wedding' theme, since she was attending two weddings over the weekend. I love how the toe ring sets off the rhinestones on the big toenail.

A close-up:



I just find this delightful! I'm not much for toe- and fingernail painting myself, since I'm just not much for personal hygiene and this is a level of hygiene to which I cannot even hope to aspire, but maybe that's why I admire it so much. She also does a patriotic theme every Fourth of July where the big toe gets fireworks on blue, and the little toes have red & white stripes. Yes. For reals. I stand in awe.

These are my totally unartful toes, just for the fun of taking foot pictures while we're supposed to be working:


no art here

Well, back to work I guess... I do have some FO to share with you and there's a yarn giveaway coming up, but not before I finish my first TEST for this biostatistics class! EEEEEEEEEK! Prepare the dark chocolate.

summer mornings

Looking out the kitchen window at the sink, I see our backyard, full of color. Pink zinnias.



Red zinnias.



These yellow flowers that come up every year. Does anyone know what they're called?



...and blueberries from the farmer's market on my cereal.



Whatever comes next, my eyes are awake.

hold the numbers

I have a little F - E - A - R of numbers. It's irrational, I know, like my friend's son's fear of M - O - N - K - E - Y - S (she has to spell it). Numbers can't hurt you. They're just digits! But still, they really bother me.

I am about to become a student again (again). This time it's very part-time, but it's a little scary because I'm not exactly taking classes that I expect to particularly excel in. I am trying to get the worst over with first, which means... numbers. Statistics, actually. Biostatistics. A word like that may not bother you too much, and if you are a math person you are probably snorting in derision at the applied nature of the statistics class I'm about to take, but it strikes cold, cold fear into my heart.

NUMBERS.

They're going to be everywhere! Like balancing my checkbook ten times over, every week! AAAHHHHH! But there's nowhere to hide, I have already sent in the rather painful tuition check for this semester.

I was thinking about this yesterday, because I started knitting this little sweater for my friend's new baby (how many times have I typed those very words lately? what is in the freaking water here??) and I was using a pattern I bought with the yarn. It's a little bolero jacket with raglan sleeves, and as with many patterns it's knit in a zillion little pieces and then sewn together. As you may know, I'm not so big on the sewing together. In fact, I bitched and moaned about it rather a lot, especially as I knitted further along and realized that this bolero would be a cinch to transform into a no-sew, top-down knitting pattern.

But of course, I couldn't do it just by looking at the pattern, because the pattern is just a bunch of dang numbers. I could have read it 50 times and would never have been able to re-write it for top-down. But as soon as I got the main body sections knitted and I could actually see the emerging garment, I wrote up the transformation in a flash. Too bad I've already knitted 2/3 of the darn thing - no point ripping it all out now just to avoid a little sewing.

But that's what I mean about the numbers. For whatever reason, they are an impediment to understanding for me, rather than a convenient way to convey information. I think I'd do better if there were a picture of five pink dots instead of a numeral 5 on the page - you know, like on dominoes. I know it would take up more space, but my brain would appreciate it.

Now watch out for those M - O - N - K - E - Y - S.

free pattern friday: raging fingerless gloves

These fingerless gloves are lightweight, knit in a lace rib that’s very easy to memorize, and can knit up in a flash. You can buy your yarn on Saturday afternoon and wear them out on Saturday night! I also find them to be a great accessory for working in an over-air-conditioned office (like mine). They only use about 1/2 skein of Cotton Fleece (around 100 yards), so they’re a great project for using up leftovers.

These are knit flat and then sewn up the side seam, but you could work the whole glove in the round on DPN’s if you prefer - just leave out the extra stitch for the side seam.

Size: Adult S (L)

Materials:

• About 1/2 skein of Brown Sheep Cotton Fleece (80% cotton, 20% merino). Shown in color #CW730, Raging Purple.
  
• Size US 6 needles, straight or circular, and one set of size 6 DPN’s.
• Tapestry needle
• Stitch marker

Gauge: 5 st and 7 rows / inch

Before casting on, cut a 12” length of scrap yarn (you will use it to hold your thumb gusset stitches later).

Lace rib pattern:
R1 (RS): *K2, P3. Repeat from *.
R2 (WS): *K1, YO, K2 tog, P2. Repeat from *.

Knitting the glove (make two):
Cast on 26 (31) st. Work glove in lace rib as follows:
R1 (RS): Work in lace rib to end of row, K1.
R2 (WS): P1, work in lace rib to end of row.
(The extra stitch on the end of the row makes it easier to sew up the side seam. If you are knitting in the round, you may omit this extra stitch – ie, cast on 25 (30) instead of 26 (31) st).

Continue in lace rib until piece measures about 2-3/4 (3) inches.

Next RS row: Patt 12 (17), PM, YO, YO, YO, PM, patt to end. You have just created a thumb gusset between the two stitch markers. In future you will only add stitches to the thumb gusset on RS rows. On WS rows, simply purl all thumb gusset st.

Continue in lace rib patt, increasing 2 st between the markers on EVERY OTHER RS row as follows:
Patt to marker, slip marker, YO, knit all thumb gusset st, YO, slip marker, patt to end of row. 2 st increased.

Continue increasing 2 st at the thumb gusset every other RS row until there are 11 (13) st between the markers.

Next RS row: Patt to first marker, remove marker, place all thumb gusset st on the piece of scrap yarn to hold for later, remove second marker and join the first section of lace rib to the second section of lace rib by continuing across active st in lace rib pattern. At this point you will have 26 (31) st on your needle, and 11 (13) thumb gusset st on scrap yarn (making a little thumb cone that sticks out from the middle of your work on the RS).

Cont knitting in lace rib pattern until the glove measures about 6-1/2 (7) inches from the CO edge. BO loosely in K2 P3 ribbing on the final RS row.

Next, place your thumb gusset st on the DPNs, spreading the st evenly across 3 needles. Pick up one extra st from the body of the glove to make an even number of st across the DPNs.

Knit the thumb in the round on your DPNs using a K1 P1 rib. Knit 4 rows in the ribbing, then BO loosely in K1 P1 rib.

Don’t worry if it looks like there’s a little ‘hole’ where the thumb attaches to the body – it will blend in nicely with the lace pattern.

Sew up the side seam and weave in loose ends.

important notice: This is a free pattern and you are welcome to use it for all the non-commercial purposes you like. However, you may not reproduce this pattern to sell, and you may not sell what you make with it. You may donate what you make with it to charity, and you may use it for charity fundraisers only if 100% of the proceeds are donated to the charity (and by charity I don't mean your kid's college fund). Thanks for understanding!

dispatch from week three: vacation 2006

It's over. The fat lady has sung, and all I have left to remind me of the sweet, sweet time off are an incredible air of relaxation, several FO's, and 1,457 itchy red chigger bites.

Last year was the first time we had ever taken two whole weeks off at once - we went to Maine and visited Acadia National Park. Afterwards we realized, two weeks off is fabulous! Three weeks off would be even better! Considering that HWWLLB and I both have vacation and comp time coming out our ears, it seemed like a great idea.

The truth is, it was a great idea! People, if you can take a big long chunk of time off (four weeks! five weeks!), and for some lame reason you haven't done it, I urge you to block out the time now and just do it! We didn't take any fabulous far-flung trips, but we sure did come back to work relaxed, wanting to be here, and ready to take on some serious challenges.

During week three we spent a lot of time at home, gardening, cooking, visiting the library and the new downtown farmer's market (woo-hooo!) and generally basking in beautiful, breezy, 70-degree temperatures. We took one side trip to Virginia, to visit and hike around the Appomattox Courthouse National Historic Park. That's where I got all the chiggers, and about a dozen ticks for good measure. [Informative side note: Contrary to popular belief, chiggers do not burrow into your skin. It's actually the larvae of the chigger that bites, inserting its feeding tube into your skin and injecting an enzyme that dissolves a bit of your flesh so that the chigger larvae can slurp it up like a milkshake. Yum! The blisters they cause are an allergic reaction to the enzyme, not a little chigger hillock in your skin. If (like me) you are struggling to keep from killing yourself thanks to having become a chigger milkshake, I encourage you to read all about it at Wikipedia or the National Library of Medicine.]

Ahem.

Secure in the knowledge that my legs have not become a halfway-house for homeless chiggers, I am free to enjoy these two beautiful teacups that I bought from a potter in Appomattox who was working behind the counter at a little bookstore/cafe in town (I wish I could remember the name). The potter is Katherine Antis, and she just finished a residency program in pottery at the Cub Creek Foundation. If you live in central Virginia, head over to Appomattox this Saturday (it's just a short drive from Richmond or Lynchburg) and come to Katherine's Kiln Fest! She's hoping to raise enough money to build her own wood-fired kiln. While you're there you can pick up some chiggers on the hiking trails and become liquified like me.

So I mentioned FO's... there are a bunch, thanks to all the relaxing spare knitting time over the last few weeks, but especially this last weekend.

The raging purple fingerless gloves for Marge (pattern coming soon):



The Baby Om sweater (finished except for the button on the back collar):



The top-down top, whose name has officially been changed to Oliveta:



...and the Colorbox Sweater. Remember this thing from months and months ago? All I had left to do was sew the buttons on. The yellow yarn was so insanely bright that I used a color wheel to pick the colors to go with it, but I am afraid the green buttons were a fugly disaster. I've decided to rip them off and get some pink buttons, but here it is for good measure anyway, just to prove that I don't hide the fugs from y'all:


eeeeeeek! run! hide!

That's it for the FO Show & Tell, though it seems I'm not the only one who got a lot of projects finished up this weekend. Look for a new Free Pattern this Friday!

freezerdom isn't freeze

That's the sad situation in my refridgerator, where things on the bottom half stay nicely chilled, but the ice cream is soup and the ice cubes melt as soon as they hit the sweet tea. Nothing like a heat wave to make you appreciate the little things your household appliances (ought to) do for you.

So things in the freezer are kind of lackluster, but out in the internets, whoo boy! All kinds of things are happening. First, I'm just overjoyed that someone, namely Macoco, knitted up one of my Free Pattern Friday patterns, and she even posted a picture and said nice things! Hello, baby wrapper! Nice work Macoco - it came out beautifully! I am honored to have been knitted by the Craft Pirate. All this warm fuzzy makes me so glad to be doing this (occasional) free patterns thing. In fact, it makes me itchy to post the next pattern! I appreciate the inspiration.

I'm struggling a little bit though with posting garments. So far I've posted lots of little things, but no clothes. I knit my own tops & sweater designs all the time, but I can't imagine doing all the sizing. Is there a secret formula that in-the-know designers use to magically create a whole mess of sizes out of a medium? And how do you know they will work without actually knitting all the different sizes, which there is no way in hades I'm going to do? If I do manage get this figured out, maybe I'll be able to post the patterns for a couple of the tops I've been working on lately.

I'm also learning some things about the internets tonight from my sister, who showed me how you can use MySpace to spy on people. Well, I can't, because I don't have an account, but she logged in and gave me a tour of all the people who graduated high school with us. The big news is: they all had babies and got fat. Or got fat and had babies, I don't know which came first - for the guys, the beer bellies were already setting in by senior year. There is far less kiddie porn, and far more baby pictures, than I had ever imagined there would be on this weapon of mass child exploitation that I keep hearing about on the news.

I will say this, there is a lot of cleavage on MySpace. A lot of cleavage. More than I needed to see in this lifetime. It's nice how people use their best features to attract someone's attention on the internets, thereby securing a lifetime of bliss with a mate who truly appreciates their real self. Headline: "It's all about me." Name: "Princess." Photo of cleavage, vapid expression. This is apparently the formula for eternal happiness, and we saw it OVER and OVER and OVER as we trawled the profiles for people we knew.

My sister's narrative as we scanned the profiles:

"Ho bag... Baby... Ho bag... Ho bag... Ho bag... Baby... Who is that ho bag - wasn't she in your class? Baby... Baby... Ho bag."

Perhaps we are not the kindest of critics. At any rate, it was all rather disturbing and I had to spend twenty minutes afterwards reading craft blogs to purge the torrid images from my eyes. I almost feel clean again. If only I could soothe myself with some ice cream. Alas, we have only cool chocolate mush.

...did that sound kind of naughty to you?