Road trip

Yesterday, I went AWOL with Mom, Constance and Kay. Constance and Mom have fleeces and after feeding a few fibers into a drum carder, decided carding is best left to the professionals. A trip to the mill was definitely in order.

We set off for Loveland and DVA Fiber Processing in high spirits and had a grand time chatting with Deb and Cheri at the mill. The mill is located in a small warehouse just outside Loveland’s main drag and is filled with so much luscious alpaca fleece, one just wants to bed down.

After all this excitement, we needed refreshment—a theme that would repeat throughout the day. Constance said, “I know a place where there’s good German food!” Having spent a short amount of time in Germany and experienced the ruin Teutonic cooking made of my lower GI, I hesitated to mention that “good German food” was oxymoronic, so I said nothing. Good thing, too. Schmidt’s Bakery and Delicatessen is a find with brightly-lit cases of cookies, strudels, brownies and rolls greeting diners upon entry. We ate some protein—a brat for me—and other stuff.

After lunch there was nothing for it but to shop. Woolen Treasures is another reason to visit Loveland. What a fine little shop. Phenomenal collection of books and mags. Great yarns, including Alpaca with a Twist, Lorna’s Laces, and sale yarn—50 percent off. I helped Constance stick to her budget by snatching these out of her hands…

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Fiesta, La Boheme in Madrid

We felt a bit peckish after yarn shopping and settled for iced teas and mochas at Anthology, the local book store. After coffee we still needed a “little something” and took the long way home via the Longmont Dairy—for homemade ice cream—and one final yarn stop—Posh, in my neighborhood, where I scored the new Rebecca.

Such a day we had. Now, ladies, what kind of wrap do I make with all that Fiesta?

Afghan again

The clamour to learn more about the afghan is positively deafening. You are clutching yourselves with anticipation. You can’t go another minute unless you see the progress.

Well, I guess we can give you a little peak.

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These 12 squares represent the work of eight women with four more are in the works, including yesterday’s sample. I have three more “letter” squares to chart (and probably knit unless any of you other afghan lovelies wants a quickie project). This means if I do a “four-across” rectangular afghan I’ll need to scare up one last piece. Mom? Hey, Mom? You there? Stop hiding!

We’re scheduling November for delivery.

 

True confessions

Bet you haven’t been able to sleep at night wondering about my afghan. It’s got you on pins and needles, hasn’t it?

I hesitate showing the latest square, because, well, because y’all might’ve done the proper thing. You wouldn’t have made a devil’s bargain like me. When you saw square was beginning to look like a map of Paris, you would've ripped it. I know you. That's exactly what you would've done. You would’ve started from scratch, carefully following the pattern until your square was complete and perfect. Right? You would never add a stitch—or three—here—decrease one or two there to make the pattern come out. To bend it to your will Would you?

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The evidence

Tell me I’m not going to hell.

Hate takes the long view

Today, with families in Israel and Lebanon grieving and 21 terrorist suspects in British custody, it seems right to talk about our friend’s, The Movement for a Tolerant World. Founded by a Muslim activist in Pakistan and a writer and rabbi in Colorado, TMTW is a grassroots effort to inspire young people to use their energy and passion to act on behalf of tolerance and peace.

“Disenfranchised youth are lured into a sense of partnership and purpose by terrorist organizations that play on their vulnerability and bitterness towards society. Before negative forces are able to gain a foothold in the mind of our youth, The Movement for a Tolerant World endeavors to step in and empower them with a sense of mission and partnership that is based on the positive ideology of tolerance and at the same time recruit them in the fight against bigotry and intolerance.”

It certainly is a noble cause. Wouldn’t it be lovely to see goodness prevail?

Design Exegesis Tres

I’m about to declare this more or less of a success, but am at a loss for what to do about a handle. Do I go with a self-handle as I did here? Or do I choose a chain strap like last year?

Or do I return to last year’s bag and simply update colors? Harumph.

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Would you be caught dead with this bag?

The not-so-secret garden

Yesterday we toured the xeric gardens at Denver Water, where xeriscape was apparently invented 25 years ago. Their gardens are quite lovely with perfectly undulating berms and graceful well-tended plants. We went quite mad for a butterfly bush and fell for some blue fescues. (Don’t you love that word, fescue?) We learned that we haven’t been “clustering” enough, that is creating enormous swaths of color instead of just sticking the odd plant in higgledy-piggledy as has been our way. We will cluster more in the future, we promise.

Phase I is now complete except for planting and maybe the addition of an undulating berm or two. Here is a before and after of Mitch’s summer on the hill.

 

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The medium is the message

I was just despairing of no content when this showed up in my in-box (no pun intended):

Fiber Arts Show - "makin' the fur fly" Artist's Reception - Friday August 4 from 7p to 11p

From knitted vulvas to painterly quilts to industrial sewing thread & bamboo, “makin' the fur fly“ is an underground effort to showcase the exemplary talents of 12 local artists.

Showing at The Atelier of Richard Groskopf

276 Galapago Street, Denver

Opening: August 4 from 7pm to 11pm

On exhibit will be works from knitters, quilters, crocheters, weavers and sculptural artists who work with materials ranging from yarn to metal to fabric & wood.

Wednesday Miscellany

Can you believe it’s only Wednesday? Gah!

1. Local goils: The Lamb’s having it’s summer clearance sale—20 percent off on all cotton yarns, 15 percent off books, single-leaf patterns 20 percent off, and special order Schacht equipment is 15 percent off. Time to buy that double-treadle wheel, no? Today’s special—20 percent off sock yarns.

2. Denver DIY store: Check out the hyper-hip new indie craft shop Fancy Tiger at 1 S. Broadway. Fusing craft supplies like Subversive Cross Stitch kits and some fuzzy balls of high-end yarn with an eclectic collection of how-to books, music to craft by and indie fashions, Fancy Tiger is like nothing we’ve ever seen outchere in Cow Town, USA.

3. Esty is the new Ebay: I can thank Cathi for my new addiction. Thank you, Cathi. Now I’m Esty’s bitch. (In case you are one of the three knit bloggers, who, like me, hasn’t encountered Etsy, well, go hide your credit card. It’s a vertitable treasure trove of crafty creations from countless designers, knitters, crocheters, woodworkers and like-minded obsessives from all over the world. And EVERYTHING’S FOR SALE. Oh, look, someone just posted a silk-screened chihuahua t-shirt. Gotta run.

4. Getting high: The new High Whorling is out. Actually it’s more like a new, new High Whorling. Packed with new illustrations and refreshed text, Priscilla Gibson-Roberts’ Spinning in the Old Way is the must-have “how to” for spindle spinners’ libraries.

 

 

 

Design exegesis II

Well, it started with this and now we’ve got this…

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Would you buy me a decent bra, for crissake?

 

This is next season’s Nipple Bag. I was going for more of an A-cup, but wound up with a DD instead, lopsided no less. Here’s the full-frontal:

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Moral of the story: Don’t mix a single crochet aureole with a double-drochet body. Words to live by, don’t you think?

Mole

This is one of those posts that give blogs a bad name. So if you dislike self-obsessed, naval gazing writing, avert your eyes. You've been duly warned.

I'm sprouting a mole. On my face. In precisely the same location where my grandma had a big juicy one distinguished by about a dozen short, spiney hairs.

People, I sell skin care. (Well, “sell“ is a euphemism. I keep a lot of skin care in the closet. Sell would imply generating income.) So me and the old epidermis are pretty tight. I'm good to my skin. I wear sunscreen and hats and smear on lots of expensive serums and creams. And now it does this? In public? Without asking?

Oh, and don't even begin to think of it as a “beauty mark.“ This angry, red protrusion looks like it belongs on the bum of an aging bull dog. And I suspect it's only half grown.

I've always said, no plastic surgery. But faced with this alien mass (Mom, I swear, it's not melanoma), I can tell you the endgame. This bad boy's headed for the biohazard bag. Snip snip. Chop chop. Hasta la vista, baby.