Knitting as distraction

In an effort not to think about the state of the world, and of the UK in particular, I have been trying to distract myself with some knitting.  I finished knitting the sleeves of the little silk blend cardigan I am making for Leah (for details see this post).  And I have seamed the shoulders and side seams.  I think that this yarn (Madelinetosh Pashmina) makes very nice, easy seams.

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I sewed this up in no time using that old basic, the mattress stitch.  You can see here that the skeins are not perfectly matched.  I used one skein for the back of the sweater, another for both fronts, and a third for the sleeves.  The fronts don’t quite match with the back, but in real life it is not as apparent as in these photos.  I think the effect will be negligible in the finished garment.  One of the nice features of this sweater is the curved textured panels on the waistband and sleeve cuffs.  Below is a closer shot of the seam at the lower edge. (The curved textured panel looks even more striking on the sleeves; you’ll have to take my word for it right now.)

I now have to pick up and knit the button bands, knit the neckline edging, sew in the sleeves, sew on the buttons and back the button bands with ribbon.  Fiddly stuff.  The sweater was going very fast, but it has slowed down a bit while I dither over a couple of internal debates about the finishing.  In the pattern (Amy Herzog’s Squared Cardigan), the neckline is finished with a rolled edge, and then the button bands are picked up and knit. If you have read my grumbly post, Annoying things, than you would know that I dislike rolled edges.  So, I am thinking of picking up and knitting the button bands, and then using an I-cord bind-off around the entire neck edge (including the button bands).  I think this will be neater.  Opinions, anyone?  I also debated for a week about whether to wet block the pieces before seaming and finishing.  I finally got tired of the debate and forged ahead (sans blocking).

I have cast-on a new project, partly because fiddly stuff should be interspersed with non-fiddly stuff, and partly in order to cheer myself up.  I will write about this project in a separate post, but here is a peek at the yoke:

This sweater is also knit in Madelinetosh, this time in Vintage, and shows off two gorgeous colourways: Turquoise and Pecan Hull.  See how pretty they look together:

The animal world must be trying to cheer me up.  Though neither of us are bird watchers, this week Doug and I noticed a pretty bird in the garden that we had never seen before:

Does anyone recognize it?  It seems he’s decided to be a regular.  He’s outside again as I write this, chomping on worms.

I am flying to Johannesburg on the weekend (two very long flights make for some good knitting time!).  Both of these projects are kind of fiddly for airplane knitting, so I’m trying to come up with another project to take with me.  If I do cast on something else, I will have – gasp!- three WIPS on the go.  Monogamy (of the knitting variety, of course) be damned!

So, is this distracting me from the dismal news?  No, I am afraid it isn’t.  Nonetheless, I shall carry on knitting.  Maybe a change of scenery will help.

“Sherman, set the Wayback Machine to 1989!”

I was going to share some new ideas with you today; directions I was thinking of taking with my knitting.  But I cannot find comfort in knitting today.  Yesterday was a very sad day for the UK, for Europe and for the world.  I am too sad and angry now to think about the present or the future.  So instead I will look to the past.  Below is a post I had prepared for a rainy day; that day is now.

I found this photo the other day in a shoe box.  It is a (rather awful) photo of me, circa 1989, knitting on the back porch of my in-law’s house on the Seymour River in North Vancouver.  Not only am I knitting in the photo, but I am wearing a hand-knitted sweater.

The sweater that I am wearing is a very traditional fisherman’s sweater, and is one that has sadly been lost through the passage of time.  (See here for a post about long-lost sweaters; it is so sad to lose track of hand-knitted items).   Though the sweater is lost, I still have the pattern book I used:

As you can see, the sweater was unisex and came in all sizes, including children’s. Looking back on this now, I can’t imagine why I didn’t knit it in off-white; it’s so much prettier and more classic than the tweedy pink I used.

In the photo I am knitting a red baby sweater, with an intricate cable down the front. Below is a photo of the completed sweater, courtesy of said shoe box.   For the life of me, I can’t remember who I knit it for.  Given the very small number of baby garments I have knit in my life, you would think that I could remember this one.

In addition to the huge glasses and the funny hair, note how enormous the pullover is on me.  Clearly, this was a time for lots of positive ease.  You could have probably fit two of me in there.  (Which means it would likely still fit me today!  Alas!)

PS – If you’ve never heard of the Wayback Machine (or WABAC Machine), that’s just sad. You can read about it here.  Mr. Peabody says so.

Knitters don’t need borders

I am very saddened and angry at much of the political discussion these days about building walls and reinforcing borders.  I was born in the US as the Berlin Wall was being built, and rejoiced at its downfall decades later.  I went on to live for 10 years in the former East Germany and to see firsthand the toll that a wall can have on everyday lives.  Today, I am consumed by two upcoming elections, one here in the UK and one in the US, where much of the focus seems to be on the need for borders, both literal and figurative.  We are painting ourselves into boxes marked ‘us’ and ‘them’ and fanning flames of fear.  I have been astonished by the levels of vitriol and hatefulness that I see now on both sides of the Atlantic, and the intolerance and ignorance that breeds them.

This is not a blog about politics, but rather a blog about knitting.  One of the most appealing aspects of the knitting community for me is the fact that knitters don’t need borders.  Our love of craftsmanship and generosity of spirit can transcend geopolitics. This is helped by sites such as Ravelry, and many other virtual spaces in which knitters can share their craft.   The knitting blog itself can transcend boundaries.  In addition to geopolitical borders, knitters can transcend linguistic borders.  I regularly “read” many knitting blogs which are not written in English.  If the blogger is a skilled knitter, and if the blog is one in which there are many photos and a good sense of style comes across strongly, then the blog can be enjoyed and appreciated even if one is unable to read the text.  Of course, there are translating apps available which can do (extremely rough) translations, but I must admit to the pleasure of reading blogs in many languages just to look at the photos and admire the knitting skills and creativity of the bloggers.

There are many additional pleasures I get from “reading” these blogs.  I like seeing how different parts of the world approach knitting in many different ways; reading these blogs gives me insight into regional knitting styles and techniques.  I also love having the opportunity to watch a knitter grow and evolve, and to develop an individual style – I see no reason why I should limit this to knitters who only write in English.  Non-English language blogs often showcase patterns which I may not see otherwise.  The backgrounds in the photos give a peek into different parts of the world and indulges the armchair traveler in me. The styling – shoes, clothing, hairstyles – give insight into different cultures and trends, and provide inspiration.  Another perk is the chance to practice my language skills; there are many languages which I can read to various degrees – Spanish, German, and French, for example – and it is fun to try my hand at them, while reading about something I love and which holds my interest (knitting, of course)!  Knitting blogs written in languages that I know not a single word of – like Finnish or Japanese, for example – I find equally interesting.

I don’t have much time these days for reading blogs, but regularly look at 30-40 knitting blogs, of which probably half are not written in English. Here is a list of some of the non-English language blogs that I “read” at the moment (which, yes, mostly means that I look at the pictures).   I have only met one of these bloggers in real life, but feel as if I know something about each of them because their style and skill jump off the page.  Each of them I found because I admired the knitter’s work on Ravelry.   I list them here in no particular order.

  1.  A’s Almanakk is a blog written in Norwegian by the astonishingly prolific knitter, Anne (annepaalandet on Ravelry).  She’s been writing this blog since 2009, and I’ve been reading it for a long time.  Anne is brilliant at stranded knitting; I especially love her many examples of stranded mittens.  She has a fabulous eye for colour.
  2. Another Ann from Norway, the knitter known as Pinneguri on Ravelry, has kept a blog since 2006.  Med pinner is a lovely Norwegian-language blog, and is really easy to navigate, with an extremely broad tag cloud and an extensive blog roll (here’s a good way to discover new knitting blogs!).  The photos are great and her knitting is exquisite!  All of Ann’s knits and designs are beautiful, but if you really want to drool, check out her baby blankets!
  3. A much more recent blog, written in German and dating from 2014, is Fadengold. This blog is written by Anneli (fadengold2014 on Ravelry) who I think is extremely stylish.  Her knitting is impeccable, but what I really love is her confidence and style that seems to leap off the pages.  (Make sure you check out her jackets!)
  4. Marzi is a Polish knit blogger, who can be found at .  She first came to my attention recently on Ravelry (her Ravelry name is Maarzi, because “Marzi was taken”) when she put up photos of two gorgeous hand-knit dresses.  Her knitting is pretty, but I get just as much pleasure from some of her other crafty adventures; I love her creative ideas and great photos.
  5. The Finnish knitter known as Nasti on Ravelry, is another extremely prolific knitter and blogger.  Her blog, Pujolivvi, is gorgeous; it is frequently updated, contains loads of photos, most taken in the spectacular countryside, and showcases an amazing output of lovely knitted items.  Like many of the blogs I cite here, she has an impressive blogroll  (in this case, nearly 75 other blogs) which can keep you busily occupied searching out other great knitting blogs for weeks.
  6. I have only recently begun to read El Mon de Rosalia, the Spanish-language knitting blog kept by the impressive knitter Rosalia (known as rosalias on Ravelry).  However, I have been a long-time “friend” and admirer of hers on Ravelry.  She knits so many different things, but is a wonderful sweater knitter and has a very creative and joyful style which always makes me smile.
  7. The very talented Inna, known as Inchi on Ravelry, caught my eye not only for her impressive knitting skills, but for her styling skills; she knits many suits and dresses and other examples of workwear, and often styles each piece many ways so you can see how they are worn for different occasions.  Her Russian-language knitting blog can be found here.
  8. Asjaknits is a Polish-language blog written by Ravelry’s asjaknits.  She is a great knitter and her blog is filled with beautiful photographs.  In addition to first-class sweaters, I love her location shots of interesting places – and the fact that she takes her knitting with her and photographs it in such cool spots.
  9. Wenche, known as knitnetty on Ravelry, is another of the very large contingent of Norwegian knit bloggers.  Her blog, Wenches hobbyblogg, can be found here.  Her stranded knitting is gorgeous, utilizing traditional techniques, patterns and colours. Wenche has been knitting since she was five years old, and it shows!
  10. The very accomplished knitter, Mia (miastick on Ravelry), has been writing her Swedish-language blog, Miastick, since 2006.  This makes her (like Ann and Dominique) someone who has been blogging about knitting since before Ravelry began!
  11. Dominique (known as dominique003 on Ravelry) is the only knitter on this list who I have met.  I had the good fortune to sit next to her at a workshop some years ago. Her blog, Dominique knitting, is also different in that it is essentially bilingual; she writes in Dutch (though I imagine it is actually Flemish?) and then she translates part of it herself into English.  I admire this greatly, as well as her very skilled and prolific knitting.  She’s been writing the blog since 2006.

This is just a tiny tip of the iceberg.  There are thousands of knitting blogs written in dozens of languages.  I urge you to explore them.  You will have fun.  Hopefully, you will discover that knitters don’t need borders, linguistic or otherwise.

Reading blogs from many places, written in many languages,  demonstrates that we are more alike than different.  The media may have us see hate and fear, which scarily do exist and are flourishing, but I also know that everywhere, and in every language, there are people who appreciate craftsmanship, beauty, a job well done, utility, the joy of creating, the feel of good wool in the hands, and a warm hat upon the head.

Summer cardi

The observant reader may have noticed a few photos in recent posts of me knitting something new.  In case you didn’t pick up on that, here is another gratuitous photo of me knitting while on holiday in Sicily:

I finished up my Gold Shawl some weeks ago and had nothing lined up to take its place. Coincidentally, I finished it the evening before the girls arrived home for a holiday.  I decided that next on my list would be a sweater for Leah.  The problem was picking a pattern.  I knew some of the things I was looking for:

  1. I wanted a summer cardigan.
  2. I did not want a shapeless cardigan; it needed to have structure and preferably be knit in pieces and seamed.
  3. I wanted to knit with a lovely, smooth, drapey, silky yarn (I was suffering from mohair overdrive).
  4. I wanted something cute; a wear-with-a-pretty-dress cardigan.
  5. Buttons would be good.  And short sleeves.  And an interesting neckline – maybe square and a bit low.
  6. Most important of all, I wanted it to be a style which would suit Leah’s figure.

This last was the tricky part.  Leah is very curvy, and short-waisted.  She is not particularly tall.  I wanted a cardi that would fit over her curves at hip and bust, but not be too big in the back and at the shoulders.  I spent a long time scouring Ravelry looking for a pattern that would fit the bill.

Eventually, it occurred to me to look at an actual print book.  I have an entire bookcase just devoted to knitting and pattern books.  I used to spend forever pouring through them. Somehow I have gotten out of the habit and do almost all of my pattern searching online. This is a shame, as I have some very good resources.  (And it’s fun, too!)

I looked through Amy Herzog’s book, Knit to Flatter, because she is one of the people in the industry who really thinks about matching patterns to your body shape.  And there I found what I felt was the perfect pattern, with the (very creative) name Squared Cardigan:

It has really lovely, simple features.  I think it will be a very flattering shape on Leah.

While I am a fan of brown, I thought this cardi needed a pop of a sweet, summer colour.  I settled on a very pretty shade of Madelinetosh called Plunge.  Just the name of the colour makes me happy.  The yarn is Madelinetosh Pashmina, a beautiful blend of Merino, Silk and Cashmere.

I am enjoying knitting this up.  It seems to be flying along, and the Pashmina feels really good in the hands.  I finished the back while in Sicily, knit up the left front in Malaysia, and just finished up the right front while back home in England.

Unfortunately, Leah left on Sunday, so this one will have to be put in the post once I’m done.  I had finished enough of it before she left, however, to ascertain that the fit should be perfect.  Both girls are currently visiting their aunt in the Hamptons; lucky girls!

Sojourn in Sicily

Imagine, if you will, a week-long dinner party in a magical villa in Sicily, surrounded by fabulous people. When our dear friends, Craig and Albert, asked us to join them on holiday, it took us about 0.025 seconds to say “Count us in!”  In all, there were 20 of us gathered there; we flew in from Washington DC, Houston, Boston, Vancouver, San Diego, London, Tunisia, Brasilia, and Hong Kong to spend a week relaxing, sight-seeing, and merry-making.  It was a blast!

I have far too many lovely photos from the trip to ever do them justice on this blog. So, I will be satisfied here with a few selected highlights of the sight-seeing, and some gorgeous shots of the villa.  Plus, since this is my knitting blog, a few gratuitous knitting shots.  The absolute highlight of the trip was spending time with dear friends, old and new.  We had some adventures, however, chief of which would be our hike to the top of Mt. Etna.

To get to the top, one first drives a long twisty road up the side of the volcano.  Then you park the car and take a very long cable car ride up into the clouds.  (I am afraid of heights so this is quite a big deal for me).  Then you get in a big all-terrain vehicle and they drive you up another long twisty trail through what looks like the barren landscape of an alien planet.  The theme song from James Bond may or may not be going through your head at this time.

The vehicle lets you off into the freezing cold and wind, at a height of about 10,000 feet. The views of Sicily below, and the ocean, are breath-taking, but it is the eerie solitary landscape of the volcano, with its giant craters and wind-swept rims that powers the imagination.

We walked around the entire rim of a crater.   It takes about an hour to walk around with the wind and cold buffeting you at every step.  The ground was covered with ash from a recent eruption.  If you dug a few centimeters below the ash, there was ice.  If you dug further, you could feel the heat from the magma beneath the surface.

Here we are, near the top:

The very next day, as we were driving up the coast, one of the craters erupted and we watched as smoke and ash spewed into the sky.   (I cannot emphasize how cool this experience was in every way.)

We also spent a marvelous day at Taormina, a beautiful town perched on top of a cliff above the sea.  Taormina is the home of an ancient Greco-Roman Theatre, which is still in use today.  (They were setting up for a Duran Duran concert while we were there!)

These ruins are truly amazing.  It is impossible to stand in this spot and not imagine ancient productions.

Not only is the Theatre itself breath-taking and beautifully preserved, but the views from this spot are majestic.

One must stop and appreciate the view:

As spectacular as the Ancient Theatre is, it had to compete with the marvellous lunch we had on the terrace of the Hotel Timeo.  I don’t eat cannoli (gluten allergy), but I am told these are the best Doug has ever eaten.

The food and the wine were spectacular.  (If you are lucky enough to dine there, do not miss the lobster risotto!) And here is the view from our table:

We also spent an afternoon at Noto during the Flower Festival.  To say the festival is popular is an understatement:

We were lucky to find an oasis of peace amidst the crowds:

Here is a favorite photo of Emma and Wally, a new and already dear friend:

Here is a peaceful view across the building tops of Noto:

This holiday was set against the gorgeous backdrops of the villa, the Commenda di San Calogero, which is truly a magical place.

We gathered every evening for cocktails, followed by dinner around a huge table in the lovely dining area:

Leah commented that it was like suddenly finding yourself in an Agatha Christie novel, except that we weren’t being killed off one by one.

There was time to knit:

And lovely local towns to explore (and eat in):

There were even four-legged friends to accompany your walks:

It is hard to believe that such magical places exist in the world.  Most of the magic, however, comes from beautiful friendships.

Tomorrow, the girls leave to fly back across the ocean, but this trip will stay with us forever.