splodgenoodles: (Default)
I would really like to get a few things done. As in: finished!

I've got a few things going at the moment that I think of as nearly done but needless to say, that's never quite true.

Especially when knitting is involved.

Especially when you are knitting a circular blanket and each increase doubles the number of stitches per round.

Oh yeah, and I am knitting this circular blanket in order to use up some yarn I don't much like the colour of and will never use elsewhere, which looks like it now requires more yarn (of the same colour) to finish. And possibly needs to be entirely redone in order to look its best anyway.

I think I might take up origami.
splodgenoodles: (Penelope intro)
I did creative stuff today - hauled myself into the room with the paints in it and played with them.

So weird when I do this. the activity then comes to a natural end for the day, and for once I don't have the vague sense that my day (and therefore my life) would have been more satisfying if only I'd done something creative.

Procrastination is a great way of avoiding confronting the reality of your hopes and dreams: you never have to test out how those things will work in reality. You have to deal with the dull minutae of what you're trying to achieve, accept that you might not be any good at it, and accept that it might not make you happier. (In many ways it might, but it won't mean you don't still get aches and pains, still have bad days or whatever).

More. )
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
Knitting mojo has left me.

It left me a few weeks ago. I thought it was just taking a short break after I finished a major project - my lovely green shawl - but now I've begun to wonder.

I just need to choose to pick it up and start work, instead of choosing to just stare at it and not start. Right now, I'm just staring. It's right here, on the couch with me. Lovely wool: roving(ie-unspun) I bought at Bendigo, awesome colours. Nice end product: felted woollen boots. The pattern is not hard, but there should be enough to keep me interested: I'm knitting it unspun (I don't spin), just pulling the roving out as I go, and it will be my third go at fulling so I'm still new to it. And it's not a big project.

And following this project, I have further ideas. My lovely green shawl is a faroese-type shawl, and I've been reading up on them because they have a great drape and are easy to wear, so I'd like more of these. Plus all the other things on the list.





The trouble is: who cares?

Haven't I got better things to do?

(As it happens, no. But that's not helping either).
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Quick link about possum yarn:

Merino possum

At this point, you should probably know that the possum is a introduced pest in New Zealand, and causes terrible environmental damage. Which is why they have a possum fur and yarn industry and we don't have one here. Over here, possums are protected, and if anything, are on the back foot due to the predations of domestic pets and the constant expanding of suburbia. It's all about context.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Quick link about possum yarn:

Merino possum

At this point, you should probably know that the possum is a introduced pest in New Zealand, and causes terrible environmental damage. Which is why they have a possum fur and yarn industry and we don't have one here. Over here, possums are protected, and if anything, are on the back foot due to the predations of domestic pets and the constant expanding of suburbia. It's all about context.
splodgenoodles: (bobthebuilder)
I have, once again, bitten off far more than I can chew. Like seriously, I can't find the level of instruction in a general knitting book for the thing it appears I need to learn and which isn't super easy. Also means a bit of thinking, not just monkey-see, monkey-do. Damn I hate that.

(FWIW, I decided that I might just quickly make a pair of gloves that involve lots of mini-cables, which I'm tyring to learn to do without using a cable needle because if I can get it right, it will be quicker and less fiddly. Also using charts, lots of charts. Never really used them before, not to this level anyway. Aiee. Why do I do this to myself?)

Trouble is, I've also discovered than when I allow myself to put a project aside on the grounds that I need a bit of a run-up and should do a few other simpler things first, I never get back to the original, too-difficult project and it just sits there in the corner and stares at me when it thinks I'm not looking. And then I have to find more corners for other put-off projects and before you know it I'm living in a dodecahedron and running an anti-gravity generator just so I can use all the available sort-of corners. With blu-tac as back up for when the power fails, and a rising sense of claustrophobia as I bob around in my anti-gravity world.

So I just need to keep chomping and remember to swallow occasionally.

~~~

But seriously, wouldn't that be cool? Anti-gravity in the home would mean so much more storage space.

~~~

Maybe I should put off this project and pull a few other things out of their corners and chew them first. I can think of three other UFO's off the top of my head that need to be dealt with.
splodgenoodles: (bobthebuilder)
I have, once again, bitten off far more than I can chew. Like seriously, I can't find the level of instruction in a general knitting book for the thing it appears I need to learn and which isn't super easy. Also means a bit of thinking, not just monkey-see, monkey-do. Damn I hate that.

(FWIW, I decided that I might just quickly make a pair of gloves that involve lots of mini-cables, which I'm tyring to learn to do without using a cable needle because if I can get it right, it will be quicker and less fiddly. Also using charts, lots of charts. Never really used them before, not to this level anyway. Aiee. Why do I do this to myself?)

Trouble is, I've also discovered than when I allow myself to put a project aside on the grounds that I need a bit of a run-up and should do a few other simpler things first, I never get back to the original, too-difficult project and it just sits there in the corner and stares at me when it thinks I'm not looking. And then I have to find more corners for other put-off projects and before you know it I'm living in a dodecahedron and running an anti-gravity generator just so I can use all the available sort-of corners. With blu-tac as back up for when the power fails, and a rising sense of claustrophobia as I bob around in my anti-gravity world.

So I just need to keep chomping and remember to swallow occasionally.

~~~

But seriously, wouldn't that be cool? Anti-gravity in the home would mean so much more storage space.

~~~

Maybe I should put off this project and pull a few other things out of their corners and chew them first. I can think of three other UFO's off the top of my head that need to be dealt with.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
There are some guys out the front trying to start a 1970 landrover, its owner's pride and joy.

It was stolen two weeks ago and left outside here sometime last week, although we can't quite agree on when. But by the weekend it was pretty obvious it didn't belong to anyone round here or any guests that might be visiting, so today 10B called the police and within an hour both police and very happy owner were here.

A friend of the driver was having a cheerful conversation with 10B (and I, wafting in and out) while the others laboured prodigiously trying to fix the ignition. Said friend had spotted it on the road two weeks ago. It's pretty distinctive, especially for this part of town, and he knew something was up because his mate was not driving - and he never lets anyone else drive his pride and joy! So he tried to get the driver to pull over (details are hazy at this point), and the driver responded by trying to reverse into/over his car. So apparently the police are taking this one very seriously. As well as dusting for fingerprints, it looks like they'll be checking out security camera footage from the local convenience shoppe.

The owner also owns a fairly new landcruiser, and while we were admiring the old model that had been stolen he did actually stop to say he'd wished they'd taken the new one. Definitely his passion.

In case you are wondering, I've only been doing very simple knitting and today I stared at some instructions for naalbinding. I had thread and needle to hand but didn't get very far.

Still, it has a happier ending than the last lot of knitting induced criminal activity. I'm glad he got his baby back.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
There are some guys out the front trying to start a 1970 landrover, its owner's pride and joy.

It was stolen two weeks ago and left outside here sometime last week, although we can't quite agree on when. But by the weekend it was pretty obvious it didn't belong to anyone round here or any guests that might be visiting, so today 10B called the police and within an hour both police and very happy owner were here.

A friend of the driver was having a cheerful conversation with 10B (and I, wafting in and out) while the others laboured prodigiously trying to fix the ignition. Said friend had spotted it on the road two weeks ago. It's pretty distinctive, especially for this part of town, and he knew something was up because his mate was not driving - and he never lets anyone else drive his pride and joy! So he tried to get the driver to pull over (details are hazy at this point), and the driver responded by trying to reverse into/over his car. So apparently the police are taking this one very seriously. As well as dusting for fingerprints, it looks like they'll be checking out security camera footage from the local convenience shoppe.

The owner also owns a fairly new landcruiser, and while we were admiring the old model that had been stolen he did actually stop to say he'd wished they'd taken the new one. Definitely his passion.

In case you are wondering, I've only been doing very simple knitting and today I stared at some instructions for naalbinding. I had thread and needle to hand but didn't get very far.

Still, it has a happier ending than the last lot of knitting induced criminal activity. I'm glad he got his baby back.
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
I was in The Zone last night, sat up knitting until 3:30AM.

Well. Last time I sat up knitting late I found a man in the backyard.

And he left me five dollars.

Last night it felt so much like my fingers had finally realised what to do and I didn't want to lose the opportunity. And I figured maybe since I was knitting better, I'd get someone other than a drunk car thief running away from the cops. (And yes more than five bucks, that goes without saying).

~~~

I'm guessing I'd have to be doing something pretty damn speccy for Nathan Fillon or Johnny Depp, but surely just a bit of fancy cabling might get me a slightly younger Dennis Waterman. I'm sure he could keep me giggling and entertained for as long as it took, although I suspect he'd come with tacky cheap jewellery rather than cash.

But if dropped any stitches I'd probably get Nicholas Cage and then I'd have to kill myself. Eww.

Cosby jumper...? 80's jumpers are a crime and you can't blame anyone but yourself for the sudden appearance of Shane Warne.

~~~

Then I couldn't sleep so at 5AM I got up and had breakfast. I thought of staying up anyway - at 6AM I could have gone out and watered the garden - but I toddled back to bed on the understanding that I'd get up again and do that if I really couldn't get back to sleep, but needless to say I was out like a light.

~~~

The Fuzzy Grey Immortal miaows for another day and another bowl of ice cream please.
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
I was in The Zone last night, sat up knitting until 3:30AM.

Well. Last time I sat up knitting late I found a man in the backyard.

And he left me five dollars.

Last night it felt so much like my fingers had finally realised what to do and I didn't want to lose the opportunity. And I figured maybe since I was knitting better, I'd get someone other than a drunk car thief running away from the cops. (And yes more than five bucks, that goes without saying).

~~~

I'm guessing I'd have to be doing something pretty damn speccy for Nathan Fillon or Johnny Depp, but surely just a bit of fancy cabling might get me a slightly younger Dennis Waterman. I'm sure he could keep me giggling and entertained for as long as it took, although I suspect he'd come with tacky cheap jewellery rather than cash.

But if dropped any stitches I'd probably get Nicholas Cage and then I'd have to kill myself. Eww.

Cosby jumper...? 80's jumpers are a crime and you can't blame anyone but yourself for the sudden appearance of Shane Warne.

~~~

Then I couldn't sleep so at 5AM I got up and had breakfast. I thought of staying up anyway - at 6AM I could have gone out and watered the garden - but I toddled back to bed on the understanding that I'd get up again and do that if I really couldn't get back to sleep, but needless to say I was out like a light.

~~~

The Fuzzy Grey Immortal miaows for another day and another bowl of ice cream please.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
The fun never stops around here. 10B and I have now each retired to our respective pooters to calm down a little before bed.

I blame knitting. If it hadn't been for me finally feeling a bit more on top of fair-isle, we'd have been tucked up in bed and oblivious but instead 10B was dozing on the couch while I triumphantly completed round after round of the Tam of Rassilon. (Actually, it's not going that well. But it's not as shite as it was.)

Eventually I forced myself to put the knitting down, turn off the telly and get ready for bed. I'd heard a noise outside which sounded suspicously like a cat howl and thought I should check that OutsideCat wasn't in a cat fight, so I hauled my lazy bum out of the chair. I noted more noise like banging of metal and not at all like a cat fight - it sounded like something was happening in the laneway. I walked into the hallway and looked down the hallway through the back window to see Some Guy in our backyard.

He was by the shed door (the shed light was on) and clearly quite physically alert.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but I figured he was up to no good.

I shouted at 10B, who was asleep on the couch. I briefly apprised him of the situation, said he should call the police and ran to the back door, watching while this figure seemed to shimmy up into the air onto the shed roof (he was, of course, climbing up one of our many piles of stuff, it's just that I don't climb around our yard as much as I would if I were healthy so I tend to forget just how much good climbing is to be had out there if you're agile. Quite a lot of good climbing, now that I think about it. I may give more thought to this fact at a later stage if/when I need more physical challenge in my life). I turned on the outside light and flung open the back door while 10B, coming up behind me, said *I* should call the police.

(It's always me that has to call the cops, I don't know why. *grumble*)

By this time the figure had scarpered over our shed roof into the lane behind. So I ran and got the phone while 10B went into the yard, and I joined him out there while explaining to the police that someone had been in our yard ....and...bugger me Officer, but he's climbing through a window into the flat behind us. On the first floor.

Agile and/or highly motivated. And probably not the guy who lives there because I'm pretty sure that guy would have just gone through the door if he were in such a hurry to get inside.

(And FWIW, I only saw the current tenant for the first time today, although he has a nodding acquaintance with 10B - 10B has at least a nodding acquaintance with everyone round here - and he certainly didn't strike me as the sort of guy that would be inclined to break into his own home via cyclone wire fence, drainpipe and skillion roof. At least, not so fast or efficiently as this person was moving. I imagine he'd fiddle a lot and get distracted).

So 10B and I flap our arms around for a bit. It's hard to know what to do at this point in time, we just sort of stand and walk around and look around a lot. I pop out the front and wave at a police car that turns up. They know nothing about our call, but are looking for Some Guy and his mates, apparently.

Our neighbour comes out and politely asks them to see to the man in his driveway please. He is quite concerned.

There's a guy in our neighbour's driveway who can't stand up. This guy shall now be known as Bazza.

I tell them I'm a bit worried about the fact that the flat behind us appears to now contain an intruder. They are surprisingly uninterested but I'm pushy and more cars have arrived, so the cop in charge sends a younger cop to have a look. On the way round, the nice young policeman tells me that before any calls came in from concerned citizens (ie - us and our neighbour) they'd been attempting to stop three guys in a car that was swerving all over the road. They succeeded, in that the car stopped and the three guys decided to proceed on foot, at speed and not along your more pedestrian footpaths.

Bazza, the one now in our neighbour's driveway, broke something while jumping the fence.

So the sound like OutsideCat being in a catfight was, in fact, Bazza saying "Oooh now that's going to hurt when I'm sober. Actually, it's already quite sore now".

Which is really rather awful. And I'm afraid my comment on hearing this was simply a flippant "kharma's a bitch" because I've been dying to say that ever since someone said it to me last week and because I was still feeling pissed off and angry at people invading our space. (More specifically, 10B's shed. I saw red. I am nothing if not irrationally loyal.)

But anyway, after Bazza went down, it looks like Some Guy decided to continue bravely evading the long arm of the law by jumping into our yard, phaphing round looking for somewhere to hide (I guess), then skedaddling when we made a ruckus, and climbing into a neighbouring flat.

So I pointed out the window, the young cop thanked me, glanced round, said there's no intruder in your yard now, and that was the end of their interest in us.

So I have no idea how the guy over the back fared in all this, what with having an intruder in his house. At about 2:30AM at night. I *assume* the police went and checked, but it's not like they were under any obligation to keep us informed.

~~~

There were lights and cop cars outside for a while. An ambulance turned up for Bazza.

So did Bazza's mother. (Who calls Mum when they've done something that stupid...? Is there something wrong with me for my sudden gut sense of disapproval here...? I mean, I'd have called my folks too if I hurt myself, I guess. But if I'd hurt myself running from the cops who were trying to pull me over for drunk/dangerous driving...I guess I just assume that if you do that, you're surely trying to prove something that seems mutually exclusive with dragging your poor bloody mother out to fuss over your sorry arse.)

Well. Silly buggers once they've gotten themselves hurt, that's who calls Mum. Okay. Fair enough. I would too. And good on Mum for turning up and making sure her baby's being looked after. I'd do that too ...maybe.

~~~

By this point I was really rather wishing everyone would sod off, so I could have a chat to the guy next door who'd found Bazza in his driveway. Mostly because the last time we'd spoken had been at the start of all this fuss and it seems strange to not, at some point, say "well blimey, what a night...cheers neighbour, take care." But by then he'd clearly given up and shut the door. Presumably we'll catch up soon.

I can probably go to sleep now.

~~~

Stuff:

1. My instinct was to run towards trouble. Probably not good since trouble was near the shed with all the heavy blunt instruments and sharp things. But my instinct was also to yell, make noise and turn lights on, which was quite okay in this situation because he didn't want to be noticed and he had an exit so he took it.

2. Waiting for the police to arrive is weird. You just sort of stand there.

3. It's amazing what people can achieve when they really put their minds to it. Some Guy moved so well and efficiently when he had to - so much better, I suspect, than he ever thought he could. This proves that you are capable of so much more than you realise - you just have to really, really want to be. Some Guy is proof of this.

4. By the same logic, Bazza really, really wanted a broken leg and a good 30 minutes of coppers making ascerbic remarks(and probably comparing his head to male genitalia) while they all waited for the ambulance to arrive. Who'd want to make that happen to themselves? Bazza is soooo fucked up.

5. I'm not compassionate when I'm feeling intruded upon. In fact, I'm downright nasty.

6. Bazza's mum is a fucking saint. Or possibly a doormat. I hope the silly bastard appreciates her.

7. Knitting makes life exciting in ways that you can't possibly imagine.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
The fun never stops around here. 10B and I have now each retired to our respective pooters to calm down a little before bed.

I blame knitting. If it hadn't been for me finally feeling a bit more on top of fair-isle, we'd have been tucked up in bed and oblivious but instead 10B was dozing on the couch while I triumphantly completed round after round of the Tam of Rassilon. (Actually, it's not going that well. But it's not as shite as it was.)

Eventually I forced myself to put the knitting down, turn off the telly and get ready for bed. I'd heard a noise outside which sounded suspicously like a cat howl and thought I should check that OutsideCat wasn't in a cat fight, so I hauled my lazy bum out of the chair. I noted more noise like banging of metal and not at all like a cat fight - it sounded like something was happening in the laneway. I walked into the hallway and looked down the hallway through the back window to see Some Guy in our backyard.

He was by the shed door (the shed light was on) and clearly quite physically alert.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but I figured he was up to no good.

I shouted at 10B, who was asleep on the couch. I briefly apprised him of the situation, said he should call the police and ran to the back door, watching while this figure seemed to shimmy up into the air onto the shed roof (he was, of course, climbing up one of our many piles of stuff, it's just that I don't climb around our yard as much as I would if I were healthy so I tend to forget just how much good climbing is to be had out there if you're agile. Quite a lot of good climbing, now that I think about it. I may give more thought to this fact at a later stage if/when I need more physical challenge in my life). I turned on the outside light and flung open the back door while 10B, coming up behind me, said *I* should call the police.

(It's always me that has to call the cops, I don't know why. *grumble*)

By this time the figure had scarpered over our shed roof into the lane behind. So I ran and got the phone while 10B went into the yard, and I joined him out there while explaining to the police that someone had been in our yard ....and...bugger me Officer, but he's climbing through a window into the flat behind us. On the first floor.

Agile and/or highly motivated. And probably not the guy who lives there because I'm pretty sure that guy would have just gone through the door if he were in such a hurry to get inside.

(And FWIW, I only saw the current tenant for the first time today, although he has a nodding acquaintance with 10B - 10B has at least a nodding acquaintance with everyone round here - and he certainly didn't strike me as the sort of guy that would be inclined to break into his own home via cyclone wire fence, drainpipe and skillion roof. At least, not so fast or efficiently as this person was moving. I imagine he'd fiddle a lot and get distracted).

So 10B and I flap our arms around for a bit. It's hard to know what to do at this point in time, we just sort of stand and walk around and look around a lot. I pop out the front and wave at a police car that turns up. They know nothing about our call, but are looking for Some Guy and his mates, apparently.

Our neighbour comes out and politely asks them to see to the man in his driveway please. He is quite concerned.

There's a guy in our neighbour's driveway who can't stand up. This guy shall now be known as Bazza.

I tell them I'm a bit worried about the fact that the flat behind us appears to now contain an intruder. They are surprisingly uninterested but I'm pushy and more cars have arrived, so the cop in charge sends a younger cop to have a look. On the way round, the nice young policeman tells me that before any calls came in from concerned citizens (ie - us and our neighbour) they'd been attempting to stop three guys in a car that was swerving all over the road. They succeeded, in that the car stopped and the three guys decided to proceed on foot, at speed and not along your more pedestrian footpaths.

Bazza, the one now in our neighbour's driveway, broke something while jumping the fence.

So the sound like OutsideCat being in a catfight was, in fact, Bazza saying "Oooh now that's going to hurt when I'm sober. Actually, it's already quite sore now".

Which is really rather awful. And I'm afraid my comment on hearing this was simply a flippant "kharma's a bitch" because I've been dying to say that ever since someone said it to me last week and because I was still feeling pissed off and angry at people invading our space. (More specifically, 10B's shed. I saw red. I am nothing if not irrationally loyal.)

But anyway, after Bazza went down, it looks like Some Guy decided to continue bravely evading the long arm of the law by jumping into our yard, phaphing round looking for somewhere to hide (I guess), then skedaddling when we made a ruckus, and climbing into a neighbouring flat.

So I pointed out the window, the young cop thanked me, glanced round, said there's no intruder in your yard now, and that was the end of their interest in us.

So I have no idea how the guy over the back fared in all this, what with having an intruder in his house. At about 2:30AM at night. I *assume* the police went and checked, but it's not like they were under any obligation to keep us informed.

~~~

There were lights and cop cars outside for a while. An ambulance turned up for Bazza.

So did Bazza's mother. (Who calls Mum when they've done something that stupid...? Is there something wrong with me for my sudden gut sense of disapproval here...? I mean, I'd have called my folks too if I hurt myself, I guess. But if I'd hurt myself running from the cops who were trying to pull me over for drunk/dangerous driving...I guess I just assume that if you do that, you're surely trying to prove something that seems mutually exclusive with dragging your poor bloody mother out to fuss over your sorry arse.)

Well. Silly buggers once they've gotten themselves hurt, that's who calls Mum. Okay. Fair enough. I would too. And good on Mum for turning up and making sure her baby's being looked after. I'd do that too ...maybe.

~~~

By this point I was really rather wishing everyone would sod off, so I could have a chat to the guy next door who'd found Bazza in his driveway. Mostly because the last time we'd spoken had been at the start of all this fuss and it seems strange to not, at some point, say "well blimey, what a night...cheers neighbour, take care." But by then he'd clearly given up and shut the door. Presumably we'll catch up soon.

I can probably go to sleep now.

~~~

Stuff:

1. My instinct was to run towards trouble. Probably not good since trouble was near the shed with all the heavy blunt instruments and sharp things. But my instinct was also to yell, make noise and turn lights on, which was quite okay in this situation because he didn't want to be noticed and he had an exit so he took it.

2. Waiting for the police to arrive is weird. You just sort of stand there.

3. It's amazing what people can achieve when they really put their minds to it. Some Guy moved so well and efficiently when he had to - so much better, I suspect, than he ever thought he could. This proves that you are capable of so much more than you realise - you just have to really, really want to be. Some Guy is proof of this.

4. By the same logic, Bazza really, really wanted a broken leg and a good 30 minutes of coppers making ascerbic remarks(and probably comparing his head to male genitalia) while they all waited for the ambulance to arrive. Who'd want to make that happen to themselves? Bazza is soooo fucked up.

5. I'm not compassionate when I'm feeling intruded upon. In fact, I'm downright nasty.

6. Bazza's mum is a fucking saint. Or possibly a doormat. I hope the silly bastard appreciates her.

7. Knitting makes life exciting in ways that you can't possibly imagine.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
I am getting so frazzled by my failures in learning to do colour knitting. I've ripped my project back enough times now that the wool is in rather bad shape and will need washing, or simply throwing out.

I am doing the right moves for the two handed technique and I know how to weave. But I just can't get the tension right and stop it looking all lumpy and uneven, and having big stitches loom out all over the place and having the yarn behind showing through in a most unpleasant way.

My latest attempt was a middle way, and the worst so far: I was weaving every fourth or fifth stitch. This didn't help with consistency. And also, as I discovered in one little sentence amongst all the stuff I've started reading now (I'll confess I tend to try stuff on minimal reading and go to the reading when I'm tearing my hair out) - the fact that I was doing weaves on the same stitches on multiple rows did not help with the visibility problem.

But when I wasn't weaving religiously, just twisting the floats, I was getting tangled all over the place. Unfortunately, this pattern has long stretches in one colour. And everyone basically says that You can't do stranded knitting this way, go intarsia but trust me, it's not an intarsia pattern, the patternmaker certainly hasn't done it this way.

I'm not going to rip what I've done back any furhter until/unless I know what I'm doing with the next attempt, I'm starting from scratch. I may end up with two items: one which is stranded and floats twisted, and one which is religiously woven a la philospher's wool company. Pah.

And bloody Elisabeth Zimmerman can go take her personable and chatty style and shove it where the sun don't shine. Long floats not a problem indeed, screw you lady, and the sheep you rode in on.

~~~

That was all clear wasn't it? Yes, I am rocking in my chair and banging this keyboard very hard as I type. This is really, really bugging the shit out of me. And no I don't have my fucking period yet.

Am about to buy a pdf

(and I must say, in a briefly not-angry moment, how much I love that we can do this now. Really, it's great. It comes in book form, mailed to your door or purchased in a real shop if you want..but cheaper and immediate as a pdf. Who needs flying cars? The future is here today)

...but anyway, back to the cranky, I'm about to buy a pdf about stranded colour knitting which apparently includes stuff on tension, but it also includes enough other stuff that repeats a whole lot of info I've got elsewhere already(in fact, that appears in every intro to colour knitting) so I'm half expecting only a brief mention of the problem I'm facing and not necessarily anything new. But I am desperate. Soooo desperate. Will do one final check of all my knitting books first.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
I am getting so frazzled by my failures in learning to do colour knitting. I've ripped my project back enough times now that the wool is in rather bad shape and will need washing, or simply throwing out.

I am doing the right moves for the two handed technique and I know how to weave. But I just can't get the tension right and stop it looking all lumpy and uneven, and having big stitches loom out all over the place and having the yarn behind showing through in a most unpleasant way.

My latest attempt was a middle way, and the worst so far: I was weaving every fourth or fifth stitch. This didn't help with consistency. And also, as I discovered in one little sentence amongst all the stuff I've started reading now (I'll confess I tend to try stuff on minimal reading and go to the reading when I'm tearing my hair out) - the fact that I was doing weaves on the same stitches on multiple rows did not help with the visibility problem.

But when I wasn't weaving religiously, just twisting the floats, I was getting tangled all over the place. Unfortunately, this pattern has long stretches in one colour. And everyone basically says that You can't do stranded knitting this way, go intarsia but trust me, it's not an intarsia pattern, the patternmaker certainly hasn't done it this way.

I'm not going to rip what I've done back any furhter until/unless I know what I'm doing with the next attempt, I'm starting from scratch. I may end up with two items: one which is stranded and floats twisted, and one which is religiously woven a la philospher's wool company. Pah.

And bloody Elisabeth Zimmerman can go take her personable and chatty style and shove it where the sun don't shine. Long floats not a problem indeed, screw you lady, and the sheep you rode in on.

~~~

That was all clear wasn't it? Yes, I am rocking in my chair and banging this keyboard very hard as I type. This is really, really bugging the shit out of me. And no I don't have my fucking period yet.

Am about to buy a pdf

(and I must say, in a briefly not-angry moment, how much I love that we can do this now. Really, it's great. It comes in book form, mailed to your door or purchased in a real shop if you want..but cheaper and immediate as a pdf. Who needs flying cars? The future is here today)

...but anyway, back to the cranky, I'm about to buy a pdf about stranded colour knitting which apparently includes stuff on tension, but it also includes enough other stuff that repeats a whole lot of info I've got elsewhere already(in fact, that appears in every intro to colour knitting) so I'm half expecting only a brief mention of the problem I'm facing and not necessarily anything new. But I am desperate. Soooo desperate. Will do one final check of all my knitting books first.
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From Saturday.

First I got arty, then I got crafty (felted slippers for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] hometime), and between those two points we went out for a drive.

The Promised LJ-Cut )
splodgenoodles: (Default)
From Saturday.

First I got arty, then I got crafty (felted slippers for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] hometime), and between those two points we went out for a drive.

The Promised LJ-Cut )
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My arms are killing me.

There will be no more knitting until they aren't. And no more consumption of codeine so I can keep going in spite of pain. (Yeah good one Splozza. You know that trick never works).

And then I'm going to have to be a truckload more careful about it. Pace myself and take regular breaks and stop _before_ things start hurting.

You'd really think that I'd already do this, wouldn't you?

Mumph.

Anyway. I'll be fine in a day or three and I think I've learnt my lesson. And stating it here, and mentioning how stupid I've been about it, is hopefully going to encourage me not to keep being stupid.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
My arms are killing me.

There will be no more knitting until they aren't. And no more consumption of codeine so I can keep going in spite of pain. (Yeah good one Splozza. You know that trick never works).

And then I'm going to have to be a truckload more careful about it. Pace myself and take regular breaks and stop _before_ things start hurting.

You'd really think that I'd already do this, wouldn't you?

Mumph.

Anyway. I'll be fine in a day or three and I think I've learnt my lesson. And stating it here, and mentioning how stupid I've been about it, is hopefully going to encourage me not to keep being stupid.
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I am very proud of myself because I just put in a book request to my local library rather than purchase it myself.

It's for a crochet book.

When I gave the librarian my membership number she said "oh you're the knitting woman!"

And then she thanked me because she's a keen knitter and last year I requested they purchase a bunch of knitting books which she heartily enjoyed after I returned them.


Public libraries are a fine and wonderful thing. Nice to know I've spread the knitting love.

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