Thursday, April 30, 2009

Ding Dong the witch is dead

It's true. The itchy, crappy self-striping yarn is gone. I have made productive use of my captive-audience time and used up the last bits by knitting a pair of blue stripey child-size socks. No pictures (the camera is not in Indianapolis).


I am never buying that kind of yarn again. Yuck.


By the way, the hotel coffee here is not that bad, although The Man's coffee is still the world champion.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Potholder

It is done. When I mentioned that I had achieved a major knitting milestone but wasn't going to discuss it until The Man noticed, The Man started marching around the house looking for whatever it was that he hadn't noticed. Then he unearthed the potholder (then unblocked) and held it up in a lump and said, WOW!







Now I ask you, does that blue lump look WOW-worthy? It does not. But if you block it, it becomes WOW-worthy.



I think we've been through the blocking process before, but let's review.

First, ya get it good n wet:






Then, ya stretch it out and pin it in place.





That sounds easy, but it can be tricky. You want a symmetrical piece to turn out symmetrically, so it helps to measure things, a lot, which I failed to do, and because of which the potholder is not quite symmetrical. Oh well.



Also, if you have a needy beagle, the pinning process is complicated by him being a big baby and getting underfoot.




He is sulking, because he doesn't believe that I could possibly be involved in any situation that would not benefit from Kirbyhelp.

When it is dry, ya need to find something to drape it over so you can take a nice photo. I chose this:







Isn't it pretty?



This one is a little out of focus, but I think it came out nice.
The Man had just come in from cutting the grass, so now the potholder smells like stinky sweaty The Man head. I wish I had thought of that first.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Curse of the Economy Plan

Remember the Economy Plan? To recap, this is how Dirtbunny avoids spending money so she can pay for the 1.8 billion dollar yard she bought a while back. In yarn terms, the Economy Plan means knitting from stash rather than acquiring new stash. Sometimes this doesn't work very well. This week, it has worked atrociously.


As you all know, this week, we started carting Kirby out beyond the beltway every day for his radiation treatments. This has been upsetting and stressful, especially on the day that the vet tech called me all freaked out because Kirby was not making eye contact and trembling so they decided to keep him longer. She understands now that not making eye contact and trembling is what Kirby does. That day sure did suck, though, and a LYS is on the way to the vet, so I stopped there to see if they had a little somethin purty to make Bunny feel better. And they did:








What you see here is the beginnings of a scarf/stole from the leftover purple yarn whence came the purple cardigan from days of yore. Leftover yarn makes Bunny anxious. Using leftover yarn makes Bunny feel thrifty. But this leftover yarn is bulky weight and very tweedy. There's probably enough for a scarf, an extremely boring scarf, but not enough for a stole. What in the hell complements tweedy purple bulky weight yarn? What indeed. Dirtbunny hit the motherlode with this one. The LYS proprietor was determined to help Bunny out and before she knew it, two skeins of discontinued eyelash yarn in a matching shade of purple were located and purchased. Tweed and fake fur, baby. I can hardly wait.
And here is the felted dog bed:




It turned out OK, I guess. The sides are not stiff enough to stay up, but they fold over nicely. It looks pretty cute, but it's a little shallower than I wanted. Tiki shuns it. Kirby has tried it out, but he is not convinced. And--oh no!--you can see that I did not use up all of the emerald-green Manos. Therefore, I was forced, forced I tell you, to do this:
Two more skeins of Manos in complementary colors so I can use up the last of the green Manos, plus three skeins of sock yarn, because that's just what happens when you go to the yarn store. It's not like I could have avoided it. (I also got a size 4 needle that I need for my pink sweater:

which has been swatched and will be started imminently, and a size 13 needle that I'm sure I had a purpose for at the time, but the reasons have now become obscure to me. I really don't fancy working with the big needles. What on earth did I get that for?)
Speaking of socks, here is the current batch:

There's the November sock club on the left.
The Man: That's nice.
Dirtbunny: Thanks. It's a sock club sock.
TM: Who's it for?
Dirtbunny: I dunno. [I really don't, but I do know that these colors are Not For Dirtbunny (tm)]
TM: [side-eyes the sock covetously, but says nothing]
Dirtbunny: Do you have something to ask me?
TM: Huh? [he heard me]
Dirtbunny: I said, do you have something you want to say?
TM: Whaddaya mean? [being weasely]
Dirtbunny: If you want these socks, you are going to have to ask for them.
TM: What? [I've known him for 20 years. I know what he's thinking. Just spit it out for the love of Mike. I don't feel like playing games.]
Dirtbunny: IF YOU WANT THE SOCKS, YOU HAVE TO SAY SO. [Was there yelling? I don't remember]
TM: OK! I WANT THE SOCKS! CAN I HAVE THEM? [He was definitely yelling. That I remember.]
Dirtbunny: Of course you can, sweetie.
--end scene
There are also yet more stripey socks, this time in a blue-based self-striping yarn. I hate this yarn, and I am on a mission from God to get rid of it. Plus, I need mindless commuting knitting for the next three weeks of the Vet Shuttle Service. And there's the newest set of minis.



What else?
Oh yeah. Lace.
Behold, the nearly-finished potholder:


I have ten more rows of pattern, then twelve rows of edging, then a bind off. Each rows takes me about 30 minutes at this point--we are approaching 400 stitches per row--and requires my complete attention. I am almost willing to concede that, in the future, this will not look like ass. But right now, it looks like ass. Plus, the pattern said I was going to need something like 1500 meters of laceweight, so I bought accordingly, and I am probably going to finish it at under 1000, so I am adding to my stash of leftover laceweight, and that can't lead to anything good.
Bianconeri play the worst team in Serie A today, which means it's a good time to choke. I accidentally saw a live score that had them in a draw with Chievo Verona, but that wasn't a final, so maybe something good happened in the end. We''ll see. Futbol and lace do not mix, so I think we're looking at futbol, Soave, a mini-sock, and then some tweedy purple bulky weight.
Thanks for joining Dirtbunny. See ya next time.





Did you enjoy "Curse of the Economy Plan"? Then check out our Special Feature, "Behind the Scenes at 'Curse of the Economy Plan'":









Step one: pile up all the crap



Step two: contemplate magnitude of pile and wonder "why?" "What, if anything, is the point of all this?"



Step three: confirm that beagle has not run off







Nope. He hasn't, and he looks unlikely to move from that spot without the proper food-based incentive.






Step four: sort through pile and take photos





Step five: relocate crap to....












Have you been paying attention? Where does Bunny pile up all her crap?












[theme from "Jeopardy"]

















Did you say "the dining room table"? If you did, you are correct.