An Afternoon at the IMA

Yesterday afternoon I spent a couple hours with fellow students from my master gardening class at one of my most favorite places, the grounds of the Indianapolis Museum of Art.  I scrawled down the names of some interesting trees and shrubs (like the Beautyberry with its improbably purple berries), but mostly I just enjoyed how lovely it is there.

It was this kind of afternoon

with some of this

and this

and this

and then this.

This is sacred space.

Chart Defeated!

At Pumpkin Carving Night, I snagged Kyle to help me decipher the chart.  He is not as confounded by pictures as I am.*

There were pencil marks and measuring and careful counting and cut up pictures of the chart that were taped together and much puzzling.

Today at lunch I successfully knit 3 rows.

What else you got, Knitting Fates?

*What's wrong with WORDS, I ask you?

5th Annual Pumpkin Carving Night

Tonight was Pumpkin Carving Night.  Here are seven of them:

And the middle one in this picture is the only one that didn't make the above lineup:

Here's a closeup of Andrew's:

The fuzziness makes it more ethereal and mysterious, don't you think?

Mine is this one:

You might think, "Hey, that's just a pumpkin with a bunch of circles cut out of it!  That's not in the spirit of the holiday!!"

To you, I say, "Remember this?"

Image found here.

My pumpkin dressed up like Charlie Brown.

I hope your pumpkin carving nights are as fun (and free of injury) as this one!

INSERT FOUL LANGUAGE HERE

A very dear friend fell in love with the Deco Lace Jacket on the cover of Issue 22 of The Knitter.  I told her I would knit it for her.  This made me somewhat fearful as I have had a problem with sweater fit in the past.  Nevertheless, I put on my big girl panties and cast on.  It's only yarn, after all.

You'll note when you click that link that it takes you to a page of errata (corrections).  It says, "There is an error in the key for the chart. The symbol appearing as a three-pronged fork should say Sl 1, K2tog, psso and not Sl 1, K1, psso as printed."


In case you're not a knitter, let me tell you what this means:


Every row with this symbol is going to be a stitch off.  The pattern won't line up correctly, and you won't be able to understand why.  This will happen on a startling number of rows.


That second sleeve that you've started?  You have to figure out how to fudge the numbers in the middle and right side of the row so you've got the correct stitch count but don't shift the lace pattern.  This may drive you put a little more peppermint schnapps into your cocoa than is strictly necessary.


That first sleeve you spent hours knitting, then ripped out because it was wrong, then hours knitting again?  It may have to be ripped out again.  If you're able to get the second sleeve fixed, it's possible that the correct lace pattern will look so different from the garbage you knit on the first sleeve that you'll have no choice but to rip out the first sleeve and redo it.


In short:


You are screwed.


This is painful for several reasons.  

• I have spent a significant number of hours feeling stupid and frustrated by this pattern.  It literally made me break into a sweat yesterday.  I loudly shared some unpleasant language that startled my dog.
• I fail to understand how so many patterns get to the publication stage with errors.  PEOPLE TEST KNIT THEM.  Do they unconsciously correct the error when they see it?  I don't understand.*  It's way worse than typos in books, and those make me want to stab people.
• I know better than to knit a pattern without first checking online for errata.

That's the real kicker.  I know better.  I know that there are often corrections for patterns, and, while that makes me nutty, it's certainly better than no corrections at all.


The problem is that I don't have faith in myself.  I spent hours convincing myself that lace is hard (it is) and that either I just wasn't paying careful attention to the knitting (I was) or I wasn't a good enough knitter to do lace without many, many mistakes (I am).  Even though I know better, I decided that the problem was me and not the pattern.


I'm not Elizabeth Zimmerman, but I can knit, damn it.  I've only been doing this four years, but I do it a lot.  I've done projects that were way harder than this sweater (remember?), and although I'm not visual and therefore chart reading is tricky for me, I certainly can do it.


I just wish I would have remembered all that before I spent so much time knitting an incorrect pattern.

*Test Knitters and Designers:  I know you're human.  I do not in any way mean to imply that I expect you to be perfect.  I don't.  Honest.  But is it so much to ask for several people to test knit a pattern in order to up the chances of finding the problems before they go to print?  I mean, it's a cute sweater.  Surely there are a few people who want to test knit that sweater and keep it for themselves, right?

An Afternoon in 1836

The pressure of finding something suitable to do on 10/10/10 was too much for us, so we spent yesterday afternoon in 1836.

We went to Conner Prairie, an interactive history museum, with Andrew's brother, sister-in-law, and our extremely adorable niece.*

As this old journal states, we had beautiful weather, warm and sunny.

There were fiber arts everywhere.  Those are giant mittens that were hanging up in the hotel in Prairietown.  They were probably 12" long.  I dig knitting as art.

A basket of yarn and some knitting needles were on a table in one of the bedrooms...

...along with a basket of fleece. Again, I say how thankful I am that I don't have to clean fleece in order to knit.

In the weaving shop, a woman was working on a new carpet for the Conner House. She said it took her about four hours to weave one yard of fabric. She had skeins of naturally-dyed yarn hanging up in the weaving area.

Inside the Conner House, you can see the woven carpet along with a basket of crafty goodness.

Inside the modern exhibit hall, there was an exhibit where kids could design quilt squares on a computer.  Beside it hung a very cool quilt.  The four pictures below are squares on that quilt.

After we were finished, we went to the Apple Store, which has nothing to do with Steve Jobs, and had a carmel apple and a cider slushy.  Andrew humored me when I saw this...

It was a really beautiful day, even if it was in the high-80s in October.  More pictures (of non-yarn-related nature) to come!

*This is She of the Lava Lamp hat.  Her parents said they'd send me a photo of the hat on the proper head.  Apparently it's much cuter on a baby than it is on a lava lamp.

Nonsmoking Cardi

I finished the nonsmoking cardi.  It makes me want to sit in front of a fire, petting the dog, drinking cocoa, and reading a British mystery.

#17 Cable/Lace Cardigan from Vogue Knitting Early Fall 2010 in Patons classic wool, royal purple colorway

Sadly, I have no fireplace, and, even if I did, it's supposed to be 87 degrees here today.  Still.

It's a bit frumpy, but I love it anyway.  I think it will look nice with black dress pants and perhaps a black shirt, but I wasn't willing to change for the photos.  (I'm wearing shorts in those pictures.  87 degrees.)

I've moved on to a sweater I'm knitting for a friend.  The lace pattern and I are having words at the moment, so it's nice to take a break and post pictures of something that reminds me that I can knit.

My Niece's Ears

Friday night my sister-in-law called me and told me that my niece needed a hat with earflaps.  I'd knitted her a red hot chili pepper hat, but her ears were getting cold.  This, obviously, is unacceptable.

Baby/Kid's Earflap Hat in Bernat Softee Baby yarn, Baby Pink Marl colorway

Lack of suitable models is not an uncommon problem.  I made do with the lava lamp. 



Quite a bit pointier than an infant's head, but it'll do in a pinch.  Better than buying a doll.*

Take that, cold winter!  I shall defeat you with my garter stitch flaps! 

Knitting kind of makes me feel like a superhero.  It's the best kind of superpower:  I don't have to confront anyone.  When I win the battle, there's something soft and pretty as a result.  I get to watch the telly while saving the world.  It's a good gig.

*Those of you easily creeped out would do well not to click that link.  No good will come of it.