3KCBWDay1 Colour Lovers

Today marks the beginning of the 3rd Annual Knitting and Crochet Blog Week! Today's topic is Colour Lovers. Here is the description:

Colour is one of our greatest expressions of ourselves when we choose to knit or crochet, so how do you choose what colours you buy and crochet or knit with. Have a look through your stash and see if there is a predominance of one colour. Do the same with your finished projects - do they match? Do you love a rainbow of bright hues, or more subdued tones. How much attention do you pay to the original colour that a garment is knit in when you see a pattern? Tell readers about your love or confusion over colour.

Last night, my mom asked if she could buy some sock yarn for me. She wanted a brightly-colored self-striping yarn. I looked through my stash and realized a couple of things:

1. I am not unselfish enough to give away any Felici yarn whatsoever, not even to the woman who was snowed in at the hospital during a blizzard after giving birth to me. I justify this by saying that Mom is knitting socks for a volunteer in her classroom, and this volunteer may not understand the glory of knit socks. There's no need to waste awesomeness on the uninformed masses.
2. If you take out Felici, I don't have much brightly-colored sock yarn at all. It's all blues, green, purples, and grays.

Despite this, I really do love color. My two most recent sweaters were in bright green and red.

Talamh in Blue Moon Fiber Art's BFL Sport in The New Look of Love colorway

Off-Rib Cardigan in Alpaca with a Twist's Mojito yarn in Hugs 'n' Kisses colorway

Even though I certainly do knit some brightly-colored things, my favorite color is gray. I have to work hard to not buy gray yarn for everything I knit. 

              

As you can tell, this isn't completely successful.

I don't pay attention to what color patterns show at all. I pick colors that I will enjoy spending hours and hours with. Knit what you love!

Necessity

While necessity may be the mother of invention,

I don't recommend trying to use paper clips as stitch holders.

Still, it got me through my lunch hour. Note to self: Always pack your notions bag.

Knitting Presents

At some point (or points, in my case), a knitter has to accept that she likes knitting so much that she must find people to give knitwear to lest she end up knitting a toilet cozy.

When it gets warmer and I can't get excited about knitting for myself, I start knitting presents.  A lot of the people for whom I knit have birthdays in the fall, so I'm never sure if I'm knitting for their birthday or for Christmas.*

I've recently finished two presents for a friend. First, I finished the Fallberry Knits I talked about here.

Fallberry Mitts (mine ravelled here)

knit in Knitpicks Stroll Sport in Rainforest Heather colorway

I also knit a pair of legwarmers.

some cloudy day (mine ravelled here)

knit in Knitpicks Felici fingering in Groovy colorway

I've knit several pairs of kneesocks (which are just legwarmers with a sock attached, and hence the reason I'm talking about them), and the calf decreases always feel complicated. This pattern doesn't have any decreases at all. Some of the pictures show them as very slouchy, but we of the ample calves will not have much slouchiness. (I know because I tried these on. My calves are about the same size as the recipient's.) We all know my love for Felici yarn, and the striping on these kept me interested.  "Look! A purple stripe!" I like these and probably will use this as my go-to pattern if I need to do legwarmers. 

Both of these projects went really quickly and were a nice change from the slow and steady progress of the Garden Gate socks. It feels really good to have some more projects finished for the present pile!

*This is a lie. I can never hold back and end up giving them everything I've knitted for their birthdays and then knitting more stuff for Christmas. Hey, it's better than a crack habit.

Through the Garden Gate

You know how you think about how you're going to write blog posts and what pictures you'll want?  You know how you get it all planned but never get around to taking the pictures and so nothing happens?

Yeah, well it's like that. The other idea wasn't all that great anyway, so I'm giving up and just showing you pictures of the Garden Gate socks. 

Garden Gate socks (mine Raveled here) 

knit in Dream in Color Smooshy in the Wisterious VS240 colorway 

On Ravelry, there's a place to rate the pattern's difficulty. I've always had trouble with that. If patterns are basically two stitches with some rearranging thrown in, how difficult can it be?*

I think I've been looking at it the wrong way. What if, instead of level of difficulty, I thought of it as level of attention required?

This sock requires a high level of attention. There are a lot of cables, and some of them include both a knit and purl stitch, so I can't cable them the way I'm used to (without a cable needle and without popping anything off the left needle while I work the stitches.) It wasn't exactly hard, but it required patience and attention.

Also, please, fortheloveofwool knit these with the pointiest needles you can find. I don't care if you have to whittle bamboo needle points with a table knife. It's worth it. I used my only pair of Signature needles, and I think they're the reason I was able to get these socks done without throwing anything.**

I love these socks. I think they're stunning. They're cable-y in the most perfect way.  The level of attention was worth it.

Now, let's knit something simple, shall we?

*This is not in any way to be construed that I don't screw knitting up. Constantly. I do. I just feel like I shouldn't.


**Note to self: Ask for Signature needles for Christmas.

Welcome, Little Flowers

Andrew is a wonderful human being. On Friday, he spent FOUR HOURS working with the tiller on our horrible soil. He is really sore, and he has an amazing blister on one hand. He was very successful.

I could not have done it without him, and I know he only did it to make me happy. He's a keeper.

Saturday, I moved several wheelbarrows of our dirt out of the bed and moved compost into the bed. The difference between junky soil and compost is very clear.

There are a few plants that either haven't arrived or haven't sprouted from seed, so I don't have everything planted that is planned. I do have most of it though. I moved a perennial grass we had stuck in the middle of the yard, planted daisies I dug up from a friend's yard, and some plants I bought because they looked pretty. This is the right side of the bed.

This is the left side. I conveniently didn't photograph the middle because that's where the blank spots are and two very stressed plants--a lilac start and a delphinium that did not appreciate how long it took to get the bed ready. I hope they both pull out of it.

Here's a shot of the whole bed. It's between sixteen and seventeen feet long and just a couple feet wide.

This plant with little pink flowers is a Saxifraga Touran 'Neon Rose', which I've never heard of. I love it so far and hope it spreads a bit. It also comes with white flowers and a deeper pink. I planted one on each end of the bed.

Those spiky-looking plants are a new-to-me plant called the Scilla Peruviana (Caribbean Jewels). When I took it out of the pot, it was three separate bulbs. I teased them apart and planted them separately. Hopefully that didn't anger them.

This is a Lithodora diffusa 'Grace Ward.' I don't know anything about it except what was on the plant tag, but I think it's beautiful.

And this beauty is an Anemone 'Harmony White.' A friend has them and says they spread like crazy. I may regret it someday, but right now I think a ton of anemones sound wonderful.

Besides the planting, we had a busy Easter weekend. We spent Sunday with Andrew's family. (Easter is Andrew's. Thanksgiving is mine. We learned early on that trying to spend time with both families on those holidays made the day really unenjoyable.) I hope you all had a lovely Easter!

Perspective

My yard has terrible soil. I often complain that it's equal parts clay, rocks, and roots. There are odd clumps of shiny black stuff, lots and lots of white rock from the construction drive, and so. much. clay.  I built a raised garden and haul compost to my house every year to put in areas where I try to grow perennials.

Indiana clay. Rich Mullins sings about it:

Talk about your miracles

Talk about your faith

My dad he could make things grow

Out of Indiana clay

Mom could make a gourmet meal

Out of just cornbread and beans

And they worked to give faith hands and feet

And somehow gave it wings

He's not kidding.

After work on Monday, I took my new tiller attachment and went to the side of the garage where I'm going to put the new perennial bed. The tiller roughed up the grass a bit, but that was all. I was physically not strong enough to put the weight on the tiller that was needed to penetrate the soil.

Stupid clay.

Andrew's going to work on it this weekend because he's a lovely, kind person. I have no illusions that it will be easy. I am extremely frustrated to be limited by my own strength in this project.

I've been working in a friend's yard this week, and her soil is delightful. I've been feeling jealous and crabby with a good dose of poor, pitiful me.

Then I read this article about the problems of poor soil in Africa.

Africa--where they grow food to survive. Africa--where their soil is crap and the farmers often don't have access to fertilizers. Africa--where the cost of fertilizers is much higher than in Europe and the people are less able to pay for them. Africa--where politics determines whether or not people can grow food.

I'm complaining about my soil for a perennial flower garden.

I apologize to the universe for being an asshole. Things are back into perspective, and I will try to hold on to that.

Claiming Success Where I Can

I hit a problem with the new perennial bed, namely clay soil. I'm not ready to talk more about that yet. I'm trying to convince myself that the defeat is temporary. Let's look at something else, shall we?

I've started knitting a few presents. I will have photos of other projects eventually, but I do have a picture of some fingerless gloves I'm working on.

Fallberry Mitts (mine ravelled here)

knit in Knitpicks Stroll Sport in Rainforest Heather colorway

The first one took two days to knit. Very, very fast.

I've done something I rarely do in knitting: I quit midproject to start something else. That makes me a little twitchy, but when I finished the first Garden Gate sock, I decided I couldn't bear starting the second just yet. It isn't that it's a terrible pattern. In fact, it's a very good pattern. It's just that it's very fussy. Looking at it, it should be clear that the pattern is going to take some work. It takes enough concentration that I decided a break was in order. I don't want knitting to feel like a chore.

And in the meantime, I get a present knitted.