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Aug. 9th, 2010 02:48 am
slythwolf: Some unlucky soul has an incomplete Pai Sho set. (Default)
Because it was never enough to impress her. Is why. Started thinking of me as a genius when I learned "pantophobia" from the Charlie Brown Christmas Special at what must have been 27 months and from that day to this every single thing I've ever done she has been waiting for me to do better.

Nigel is right. I do have a complex because my parents think I'm a genius. Only it's not that I have this chip on my shoulder that he thinks I have, that I think I'm so much better than other people that nothing but perfection is good enough for me.

It's that perfection was never enough to make her proud. Not like she was of my sister's Bs and Cs. Holy shit.

All this having come to mind because I'm swatching for this shawl, right, and my mind keeps coming back to "but she's abusive why do you want to give her something so special", and it's that I want her to be impressed, I want her to give me the approval she never gave. And she never will. And it's not worth it.

Fuck.

Guess I'm going to start work on the Queen Susan Shawl for myself tomorrow.

And hang signs all over the apartment saying "YOU DON'T HAVE TO IMPRESS YOUR MOTHER". Until it sinks in.

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Aug. 4th, 2010 12:39 pm
slythwolf: (YARRRN!)
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
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I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
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I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
I will not get sucked into the Queen Susan Shawl until I am finished with the shawl for my mother's birthday.
slythwolf: Some unlucky soul has an incomplete Pai Sho set. (Default)
A lot of people I know, both online and off, when I mention a new project I am working on, say things like, "Oh, I wish I could do that." As in, they wish they had the skill(s) to accomplish whatever harebrained crafty thing I am attempting.

Well, I'm here to tell you: you do.

My success in various forms of crafting comes from my confidence that I can figure out how to do any project, as long as I am armed with a reasonably clear set of instructions and Google. Think of it this way: my mother taught me to knit and purl when I was eleven, but not to cast on, because she knew how to do it but she didn't know how she was doing it. I have since taught myself at least four other cast-ons, yarn-overs, how to knit in the round, how to cable, how to read a chart, different methods for joining yarn, various forms of increases and decreases, a couple different methods of seaming, the invaluable skill of "reading" my knitting, and a little bit of crochet.

I have also taught myself to embroider, although some of that I'm still working on.

I have taught myself hand sewing. I have taught myself draping and pattern drafting. I have taught myself to make Elizabethan pairs of bodies, hand-bind eyelets, and make lacing cord. All with the help of the internet and the cheerful refusal to quit.

If you say to yourself, "I can't do this," you are right. But if you say, "I will figure this out," you are also right. That really is all it comes down to.

And so I embark upon the task of making my first rag rug, knitting my first throw pillows, sewing my first window treatments, secure in the knowledge that I will figure it out and that I can take it apart and redo it if it sucks. That's the most important thing to remember: if it sucks, you can always do it over. And always buy more fabric than you think you need.

If you are not a crafter yourself, but you know and love someone who is, the thing to repeat to yourself is, "Just because zie's swearing at hir work doesn't mean zie isn't having fun."
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There are a few final areas of clutter, all belonging to Nigel, which are his responsibility to clean up but if they sit there for more than a week I will probably lose my patience and take care of them myself so I can vacuum. Other than that, the last frontier of pigstyness is the living room, which is good because it's right there by the door and it'll be quicker taking things down to the dumpster.

The dining room is clear. The table sits--clean--surrounded by open floor with the two chairs, two clean placemats, and a bowl of fruit. There are still pictures leaning against the wall, where they will remain until I sort out how and where to hang them.

My computer armoire is no longer home to as many candy wrappers and bits of paper as I could shove into it rather than getting up and throwing them away properly. It, and its contents, have been dusted, sorted, and put away properly. In this room, too, there are some pictures on the floor which belong on the wall--little store-bought prints of things on dress forms and a framed Victorian fashion plate--and they will go above the sewing machine. Projects currently in progress have found their home on the rocking chair; those waiting in the project queue are in boxes in the closet. Labeled.

The kitchen is in a reasonable state of disarray. Nigel has committed himself to doing the dishes, on the basis that I am doing so much else. Yesterday he offered to trade them for the task of taking out the enormous pile of trash waiting by the door. I declined, feeling that I would rather take out trash than do dishes. He proceeded to take out the trash anyway and then get started on the dishes.

I can't dust anything else until we go shopping this afternoon; I have run out of spray. So that will get finished up tomorrow. Today will be sorting out everything in the living room and determining how many bookshelves we need to buy--it's beginning to look more like two than one. And taking out the last of the trash, which is in the living room and unsorted. Then, I think, I will clean the windows.

When everything is clean, I will have to sort out the stuff in my sewing boxes and find storage for the knitting needles where they will not wind up in the incomprehensible jumble they have been. Then I will only have to maintain the system, which should be a piece of cake with the new medication, since I find myself seeing things that need to be done and doing them rather than just walking past.

I feel like a human being again. This is difficult to explain, but I have lived for so long in complete--not filth, the worst it got was merely dusty, but just such a jumble of clutter--that I had forgotten how it feels to live in rooms where there is more room on the floor than a little path from door to chair, or door to bed. How nice it is to walk into a dining room and see a clean table with a pretty bowl of fruit in the middle. It's not about taking good care of the things (at least not entirely), and it's not about making guests comfortable if and when they come over. It's about respect for myself. It's about my deserving to live in a clean apartment, to be able to find things when I'm looking for them (and not because they're visible spread all across the floor). To look around and see things looking nice, as cheap as most of them are.

We have decided to stay here at least two more years, unless something happens that forces us to move (which would ideally be one of us taking a good job somewhere else and not loss of job forcing us to move in with my dad). With that knowledge, I have begun planning a balcony garden. I intend to grow two or three rose bushes in really big pots, treating them as annuals since it will be too difficult to transport them to my dad's shed for the winter, and some herbs and strawberries and ideally some carrots, peas, beans, and bell peppers. I hope also to purchase a little table and chairs so we can sit out there with a glass of lemonade and enjoy the garden.

I am choosing my roses carefully. I want them to be among the most fragrant varieties so we can open the window in the bedroom and smell them. I want them to last decently in vases so I can cut them and bring them indoors. I want them to bloom continually or at least repeatedly. All these things are available to me. The hardest part is choosing the colors, and deciding whether to have two or three of the same rose or grow different varieties. Possibly the chance to give yellow roses (her favorite) to [livejournal.com profile] aprilmayinjune on her birthday is insufficient reason to grow them the entire summer. I am currently leaning toward two of the same variety for the front corners, and then maybe a peony for the other corner, opposite the door.

Whatever I choose, I hope also to grow violets in the rose containers, and some other pretty flowers to fill in the edge around the balcony. I don't want any bare spots if I can help it, except for walking.

Meanwhile I will also have to find a way to protect my kitchen garden from the little brown birds (they appear to be house sparrows who hang out in the tree in front of the balcony. They fly up to the railing occasionally as if to say, what, no strawberries yet? Let us know when the buffet opens, won't you? I think if I can get something to cover the plants that they can't get through, and then also perhaps provide them with something to snack on if I can find a bird feeder on a stand of some kind, that will probably work out.

I also have to ask the maintenance people to remove the hornet nest from the tree. They are going to become active soon and I don't know but that they'll be very interested in my flowers, which is the last thing I want. I wouldn't mind it if they were bumblebees or honey bees but they are yellow jackets, and those things are absolutely nasty; I was stung once as a child and do not care to repeat the experience.

And of course when I go to buy my containers, tools, soil, etc., I will have to ask the nursery staff how bad the Japanese beetles and Rose Chafers are in this area. I don't know how likely it would be for them to come all the way up to the third floor to bother my roses, but I certainly want to be on the lookout.

Other future plans for the apartment include purchase of some area rugs if I can find them for an affordable price; sewing some custom panels, sheers and maybe valances for the windows, which I consider, since there will be so much straight sewing and the seams will not call attention to themselves, an excellent first project to get acquainted with my sewing machine; throw pillows, which may wind up being knitted, embroidered and sewn; reupholstering the cushions on the dining room chairs (which will be very simple if Nigel turns out to have a staple gun); and a new comforter (or at least duvet cover) and shams for the bed, since what we have are hand-me-downs from my parents and are torn, stained and ragged from the attentions of various dogs over the years. I do intend, eventually, to make a few sets of linen sheets--I have found an online source of 108" wide linen sheeting--which I will adorn with whitework and possibly monogram, but that's far in the future.
slythwolf: (YARRRN!)
Spock's sweater, in the scene in ST XI where he is telling the Vulcan Science Academy to go fuck itself live long and prosper, I'm pretty sure that's fisherman's rib. It also appears to be a fiber with little to no elasticity; there is a grow-with-wearness about it that, to me, says cotton, but I suppose it could also be silk.
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So in my digging through the various boxes with yarn in them, I finally found my feng shui book (Feng Shui Step By Step by T. Raphael Simons) and so obviously I have been leafing through it.

Now, let me first just say that I have always thought that I am very much like my dad, which is one of the reasons I was so freaked out when his Behavior came to light when I was 20--I didn't want to end up fucking up a relationship the way he has--and it was especially scary because even then I knew in my heart that I was addicted to pornography my own self.

And I have always thought my mom and sister were basically the same person.

Well. I don't know if I had done this when I went through the book before, but in the process of figuring out my and Nigel's birth stars (planets) and (interestingly enough) that we are both in each other's "most compatible" category, I thought, for shits and giggles, let's see if my parents were ever compatible. And they were in each other's "least compatible" category, which is probably why they made each other so miserable.

(Kids, don't get married at 19. It almost never works out. I know of one or two cases where it has, but those people would still have been fine if they had waited.)

And then I was like: wait a minute, my dad has the same birth star as me.

And it turns out my sister has the same one as my mom. Go figure.

So anyway, Nigel is insisting that I take a day off from all the cleaning and stuff because I wasn't feeling the greatest yesterday (I think it was caffeine withdrawal, to be perfectly honest), so today I am making up a bunch of floor plans of our apartment and trying to figure out what-all we need to do to make the chi of this place flow harmoniously.

Possibly all the clutter on Nigel's side of the bed that's in our money point should go away.

Meanwhile both our bathrooms are in a bad place, so I need to get that figured out; they are already painted white (hello, apartment) but I should get white bath mats and put mirrors on the outsides of the doors. Or maybe just the one, because the other one would be putting a mirror in the bedroom and that's supposed to be bad. But yet it would be an ideal place to have a full-length mirror for dressing because I can get a lot of natural light in that room. I don't know.

I'm supposed to put a mirror over the fireplace, though, and I know I can do that. I need to get those little removable picture hanging thingies, is what I need to do, because we have a crapton of art that could be on the walls but just never got there, and I need to get some curtains. Also possibly rearrange the living room. I might move the hamsters over and put the recliner sort of where they are so it's not blocking the fireplace and balcony door so much.

Planning doesn't count as "not resting", right?

Also I'm going to take some of the cheap acrylic yarn I bought when I was still learning to knit and make some throw pillows. I think I have enough of the winter white to make two for the couch and one for the chair. Also I need to get the rest of the super bulky yarn I need to finish this crochet afghan I started all that time ago. I had worried that it wouldn't go with the color of the new couch but it does. And I need to find the hook for it. If I can't, I'll have to buy a new one.

And I need to get a bunch of white crochet cotton and get on this Victorian bedspread I keep meaning to knit. And also finish the projects I have going. Once I know where all my needles are I can finish my Cherie Amour that I started back when that issue of Knitty first came out. Serendipitously, I had started it in a size that at the time was far too big for me; now the body section (which is finished--I just have to do the sleeves) fits me like the pictures.

Meanwhile, last night I actually finished organizing all the yarn that was in the closet. Plus, actually, a box that was outside of the closet, because I knew I had more of some things and that they were in that box and I am trying, when I can, to keep the same yarn together. Tomorrow (when I am not raiding with the Mostly Ladies) I will get through the pile on the right side of my computer desk, that's blocking off the rocking chair, the bookshelf and part of the sewing machine table. I will clean the inside of the bottom drawer on my little plastic thing that I'm keeping current projects in and put my burgundy linen project in it. Then on Monday I will get through the pile on the left of the desk and, time permitting, get started on the fabric portion of all this.

Actually before I do the fabric it may be better to sort out all the other crap--papers, candles, Nigel's army hat, books, I don't even know what-all--that is currently in boxes behind the couch, all of which had some yarn or fabric in and were therefore put in the closet when we moved, and all of which can find better homes, some of them in the trash. And then I will have some empty boxes for fabric storage. Although I think some of it can go into my mother's antique sewing chest. Well, mine now. But I won't be Scotch-taping a label onto that! (Sellotape for our friends across the pond.)

Then I will sort out all the fabric. Then I'll clean out the computer desk itself, and the file folders in the drawer underneath it. Some of them need to be relabeled. Some of the stuff in there (like pay stubs from high school) can probably be thrown away.

But today! Today is for resting. And to that end I will log onto WoW and get my new tanking chest piece gemmed and enchanted. I finally broke down and respecced from dps/pvp to dps/tank so I can off-tank for the Mostly Ladies. I think this chest may bump me up to def cap, but we'll see.
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A friend of mine has a friend who is in Haiti right now helping out, and who comes and goes back and forth a couple times a year anyway, who likes to pack a bunch of small soft toys for the kids. Now more than ever I think they need something to hug. I don't have any money, but I have a ton of stash yarn and a ton of free time; this is how I can help.

I'm not asking for help with this; I don't know how much room my friend's friend has in her suitcase, but I would be very surprised if the two or three of us my friend tipped off can't fill it up on our own. If you are inspired by this idea, and you don't know anyone who is going or regularly goes to Haiti who could pack a suitcase of little kitties or something, consider donating to the Red Cross if you can.

And if you know of any cute, quick little knitted toy patterns that I wouldn't have found on Ravelry already, lay 'em on me.
slythwolf: Some unlucky soul has an incomplete Pai Sho set. (Default)
Knitting 16th-century stockings in a smaller gauge than my Hanes cotton socks, but here we are.

These Eleanora di Toledo-style* netherstocks are slow but addictive going. I wish I had a better set of 00 dpns, but what can you do? I'm too poor to buy new ones. I just hope I have enough of this Zephyr left that when I finish the stockings I can also finish my Myrtle Leaf Shawl!

* "Style" because they're white and because they're not 100% silk, but also because I'm twisting some of the stitches (in defiance of the pattern I have) to prevent ladders and keep a smooth appearance. Someday I'm going to get my hands on some carnatian-coloured silk laceweight (and some better needles) and do this up right.

Whee!

May. 29th, 2009 09:32 am
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Some of you may be aware that I'm working on knitting myself a winter jacket. It's in a bulky (or possibly super-bulky) wool I picked up on eBay a couple of years ago and suddenly got inspiration for, that cost me about $10 IIRC, and is in linen stitch. The neat thing about linen stitch is, at least from my experience with this, it's not as stretchy or stretchy in the same way as stockinette; it's a slip pattern, and those horizontal bits you see in the image of the right side of the fabric are what knitters call "floats", basically places where you pull the yarn across to the next stitch instead of making a new one right there, and in essence when people talk about linen stitch "mimicking" a woven pattern, what they're overlooking is that it is partially woven. Which means it has a grain, and bias, sort of in a similar way that regular woven fabric has. Which is neat, and helps me out with how I'm going to cut a woven lining. (This is pretty scratchy stuff, it needs a lining.)

I am hoping to be able to pick up some Thinsulateā„¢ to interline it with, because as Nigel rightly pointed out one layer of wool is not as hardcore as Michigan winters really need. But the two yards I found on eBay have expired, and me too broke to pay for them; and most of my Googling has turned up those pre-made jacket liners, which will not in any way fit into the jacket I have designed.

It's going to actually fit me, you see.

Standard, commercially available jackets--and liners made for them--don't.

In light of that, some lessons I have learned in the process of designing this thing:

- just how short my torso is (armpit to waist: 7"--and I'm 5'8")
- just how big my boobs are
- just how enormous the difference really is between my waist and hip measurements (28" and 42", respectively, but now I've seen it in the "skirt" of this jacket, and holy crap)
- that my "hip" measurement is mostly ass, which is why my pants never fit (for both meanings of the word "pants")
- that I apparently have a knack, an instinct, for draping patterns
- that flying by the seat of my pants in knitting flat pattern shapes works better than trying to work out all the math ahead of time
- that I can totally crib these same pattern shapes and use them to make, like, linen summer dresses

I am almost finished with the "skirt" pieces, at which point I'll have to tackle the sleeves. I want to put the seam at the back like in Elizabethan clothing, because I have side-front and side-back seams rather than an actual side seam and I think it would be attractive to line it up with the back one, and because it works with the kind of cuff I want to do. But we'll see what I come up with.

Then I have to baste the whole thing together and figure out where, along the side-front seams, I want the pockets to fall. And whether I should bother putting in an inside breast pocket.

Then eventually I have to start thinking about buttons.

Gah!

Jan. 8th, 2009 11:09 pm
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I'm about ready to throw my Denise Interchangeables straight in the trash. They keep coming apart in the midst of my knitting, dropping countless stitches between the cable and the needle end. So annoying!
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The worst thing about recycling Goodwill sweaters is having to finesse seam threads through someone else's caked-on white deodorant residue.
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So when I block my swatch, it comes out at 19 stitches to 4" on 6s. The fabric does seem a little loose, though. I think when I actually knit it up I'll do it on 4s or 5s, because it does seem like it wants to be tighter.
slythwolf: (YARRRN!)
This yarn is fantastic. It's got a kind of sheen to it, and it reminds me a lot of Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride without the mohair. I'm swatching it on 6s with a piece that wasn't long enough to go into one of the skeins and it's coming out at exactly 22 stitches to 4", so it's definitely DK.

Of course, it's filthy.

I don't know what's in this stuff but it leaves my fingers...sticky. Not the feeling of natural lanolin at all; it's most likely residue from all the crap floating around in the air at my mom's house, by which I mean primarily cigarette smoke. Disgusting. This stuff is going to get washed.

I've decided not to use the white at all. It's in too many little pieces and, frankly, it's too felty. The floats on the inside of the sweater have become just fuzzed beyond belief. But there will definitely be enough blue to do something fun with it, although I'm still not quite sure what that is. I'm not feeling the color for Camden; I really did have my heart set on the Embers Heather colorway of Andean Treasure.

I'm thinking of designing something with some interesting cables. Something V-necked, possibly; I seem to be into V-necks these days. Or a scoop.
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...so the green yarn is drying in skeins from the shower curtain rod in the hall (as for why we have a shower curtain rod in the hall--don't ask), and I decided to take apart another sweater.

I have this enormous sweater, given to me by my mother, made of absolutely gorgeous blue and white wool. Its gauge is 16 stitches to 4", and it has a "fair isle" pattern done mostly in duplicate stitch.

It weighs approximately a ton. It's big, saggy, and I never cared for the "fair isle" duplicate stitch bullshit pattern. I never wear it, even though it's ridiculously warm, because it is seriously so heavy as to be uncomfortable.

So in taking apart the first sleeve, I discovered that it's knit with two single-ply strands of what I would guess would be a sport or DK weight yarn held together. Which means I have unraveled the entire sleeve and am now going back and pulling the two strands apart, because I think I'm going to use this yarn to make this.

Or even if not, I'm definitely not going to knit it at its original gauge because omg heavy.

That would be the blue yarn, by the way. Not sure what I'll do with the white, yet.

Recycling

Oct. 3rd, 2008 05:49 pm
slythwolf: (YARRRN!)
There is an oversized lime green sweater in the back of my closet. I bought it in the ninth grade, about twelve years ago; at the time I should probably have been wearing a small, but my mother would insist I needed a large so the sleeves would be long enough. It is 100% shetland wool and appears to be a fingering weight; its gauge is 27 stitches to 4" in stockinette, and I'm assuming it's stretched out a little bit over time.

It's always been very warm. I used to wear it all the time, in the days when I felt the need to drape myself in tent-like garments to hide from the world. I don't wear it anymore. I feel like it's this big shapeless blob and that makes me unhappy. So I'm recycling it.

I can only imagine how many pairs of socks I could get out of this sweater, even if I used most of it to make a lace stole first. It's enormous, and I mean enormous; I wear a large in many brands now, but this sweater is still huge on me.

So today, after I finish my delicious chicken dish, I'm going to take apart all the seams on this thing and start frogging it. Then I'm going to spend the weekend skeining and washing it and hang it up to dry so the kinks come out. And over the course of next week, I'll start planning projects.
slythwolf: (BULLSHIT)
That I am crotchety. I am not so good with what I'm told is known as "tact", and when I think someone is wrong about something I will say sarcastically, "I'm...pretty sure [whatever]." Am trying to figure out why my patriarchal training has such a hold over me that I feel embarrassed and guilty afterwards when I say something like that, because the thing is...dudes act this way all the time. So I piss people off. So what? Usually they pissed me off first.

The thing that's prompted this post is that I am annoyed with this dude on a feminist message board I frequent; I'd rather he just shut up and went away, frankly, because a while ago he came into a post I had made about my mom's refusal to believe I have ADD and gave me a bunch of bullshit about what I could have instead of ADD. Here's the thing, I'm okay with dudes in feminist space, on occasion, if they know their place and don't go around telling the women why we should or shouldn't do/believe whatever thing or why we're wrong about this or that and generally run their mouths off and refuse to see past their own privilege to other people's experience.

He sent me a PM about the ADD thing. I did not read it, because I don't give a fuck what excuses he has for being an ass about it. I don't have to listen to his bullshit and I don't have to give him the benefit of the doubt. He really strikes me as one of these dudes who gains a cursory knowledge of a bunch of subjects by farting around on the intert00bs and then goes on to bullshit everyone in order to make them think he is an expert on everything. I have absolutely no patience for that kind of shit. None.

I have even less patience than usual lately because I am bored and fed up of being poor. I still don't have a job, nearly nine months after I started looking; neither does Nigel (although he's got an interview on campus tomorrow, and since he has workstudy this year he'll probably get hired). I have been attempting to comfort myself by watching stuff on Hulu in my copious free time, but I am starting to run out of entertaining shit to watch. Finished the first season of Bones last night (love it) but they don't have anything from the second season and only a scattering of episodes from the third, and I like to follow the actual continuity the first time I watch a show.

What I really need to do is, I need to call [livejournal.com profile] bloodchan and make plans to hang out with her. The two of us need to sit down and watch Serenity and possibly also Happy Feet and have pop and snacks and shoot the shit and just generally enjoy ourselves. Actually, Chi, I'm sure you probably already have plans for tomorrow but if not, do you want to do something? Teh Husband is doing his interview and then driving down to Detroit to buy a gun that he is then going to take apart and measure so he can design a better one and then sell the design to some company that will give him a percentage of the sales; I do not want to go to the gun store, I am totally freaked out by that kind of thing, so I am going to be sitting around the house by myself for quite a while. Which is cool if you can't do anything, really, because I'll still be able to concentrate on whatever it is I'm doing without having to tune out all the election bullshit on TV, which he just has to watch all of all the time even though I keep telling him I really really just want to ignore it.

Anyway. Maybe my yarn will come tomorrow. I really need it to get here, both so that I can get Winter Gift Holiday presents done in time and so that I can transfer the scarf I'm working on off of straight needles onto a fucking circular so it can stop hurting my hands to work on it.

And hopefully the Knit Picks Palette in Asphalt Heather will be, as it appears to be on the website, the right color for Hogwarts jumpers. Which I am totally excited about. I just have to figure out how much ease the damn things are supposed to have.
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Y'all, I'm going to start designing some knitting patterns. I've got the first couple sort of figured out; first will be the pattern for a Harry Potter film-inspired scarf in fingering weight, based on what I've been able to figure out by zooming in stills until I could estimate actual gauge, and that'll be available for free as soon as I finish knitting mine. After that I'm going to be working on the Hogwarts uniform cardigans and possibly also pullovers, also in fingering weight, to fit chest sizes 22"-64" or possibly even bigger. So everyone from teeny toddlers to fat adults can wear them. The bigger sizes are going to make it take a while, because the sizing information I have only goes up to about a 48" chest size, which is obviously bullshit because real human beings come in sizes much larger than that. But I'm going to split that pattern up into three size ranges, all of which will be available to anyone who pays whatever fee I determine the thing is worth (as in, you pay for it once, you get to download all three files or any single file or any combination of the three; mainly I'm splitting it up so there isn't an enormous string of numbers anytime the pattern tells you to do something, which would be nothing but confusing as you had to count across to the seventeenth one, or whatever, each time). Which is where those of you who knit come in.

How much would you pay for a film-accurate fingering weight Hogwarts jumper pattern in the size range described? How much should I charge for it?
slythwolf: (YARRRN!)
Nigel's grandmother's pastor's wife (whoo, that's a mouthful) is having a baby in October and Nigel's grandma wants me to knit a sweater and little booties for it. I am super excited about this, y'all! I'll probably only charge her for the yarn because it's family, you know, but I'll be able to say I've sold something I made. Sort of.

But I get to make more baby stuff! Baby stuff is so cute. Also, it goes much faster than full-grown adult stuff. Since, you know, it's tiny.

She wants something in white, which I'm all right with because I think white is adorable for babies. I'm also thinking it had better be machine washable. But now I have to look for patterns! Whee!
slythwolf: (YARRRN!)
I go through phases in my knitting. A couple of months ago everything was superbulky. Then everything was lace. Now it's all fingering. I'm currently in love with tiny little stitches and intricate patterns. I'm loving the instant gratification of socks and mittens.

Right now I'm working on a pair of socks for my dad. He needs some nice wool socks; all he's ever had are the crappy, itchy store-bought kind. Nobody has ever knit him a pair of socks. I consider that a tragedy. These will be a nice deep forest green, which is his favourite colour even though he can't see it. They're 20% nylon, I believe, and the ball band says "shrink resistant" which I am assuming means superwash but I'll advise him to lay them flat to dry.

Of course, nobody has ever knit me a pair, either, and when the Winter Gift Holiday knitting is done and I've done the pair of mittens I'm planning for myself I'll get to work on more socks. I have several balls of worsted merino that I found on eBay for $1.99 a piece. I think two of them are baby blue and the other six are camel. Worsted isn't usually what one uses for socks, I know, but this is Michigan; I need super-thick and consequently super-warm socks. A couple of pairs of digging-the-car-out-of-the-snow socks. I used to have several pairs, purchased for me for Christmas back when Eddie Bauer carried 100% wool socks, but they are very battered indeed now and I know how to darn but I'm not that talented. Plus most of them have somehow mysteriously lost their mates.

In other news, I have almost figured out what to do with my five yards of green wool twill and four and a half yards of burgundy linen. In fact, it also involves the green cotton velvet Flemish gown I bought from Sofi's Stitches several years ago at Faire--the one I promised pictures of but never posted, I'm sure some of you will remember. Well, it doesn't fit anymore, probably mainly because I have boobs now, but also due to the fact that I've lost one of its laces. What I'm thinking of doing is taking it apart and making a green velvet doublet out of it. The twill matches it really well and I could make that into a petticoat. I have some white muslin for a smock and coif--I'd like to use linen, but of course I can't afford it right now, and I can always remake this stuff later with relatively little effort.

I figured out what the fit problem was with the black cotton twill plastic-needlepoint-canvas-stiffened RenFaire bodice--its straps were far too long. I'm in the process of shortening them so I can wear it as a quick-and-dirty corset until I can finish the linen effigy bodies. It actually supports really well when I lace it fully closed. I hadn't done that at Faire, for some utterly stupid reason. I think it's cut a little too low in front, but then I haven't tried it on yet with the shorter straps so who knows.

In any case, I can draft the doublet to go over that and leave a little bit of ease in the seams to alter it to fit perfectly over the effigy bodies when I finish them. Then all I'll need will be hose, and I can knit those with the abundance of Zephyr I have lying about the place since I realised I was never going to finish lace stoles for six bridesmaids by June. I've got a set of five 000 dpns; it'll take a really long time, but I can handle it, and it may even be something I can bring along to events to work on. Knitting--especially in teeny gauges--is totally period.

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