tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314528442024-03-19T19:14:18.741+11:00Let Me Knit!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.comBlogger551125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-39056611885693488452018-02-09T17:44:00.001+11:002018-02-09T17:44:26.117+11:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-4981429098849577832016-08-22T23:38:00.001+10:002016-08-22T23:38:26.079+10:00Knitting: A History<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Once upon a time, there was a woman who loved to knit. She was pretty good at it, having been knitting since she was four years old, but she still wouldn't have described herself as a great knitter. Enthusiastic, yes. She was a member of a knitting group, read every knitting book and magazine within her reach (and she lived near the Chapel St Borders, so that was a lot of reading) and was slowly but surely building up her stash.<br />
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One afternoon she had a great time finishing up a few projects. Pride in jobs well done swelled within her, and she longed to tell someone how happy she was with her work. There was her boyfriend, he was supportive, even if he did lose that Doctor Who scarf she had knitted him; but no, he probably wouldn't quite get it.<br />
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Then the woman remembered: the internet! Surely out there, someone might be interested in her knitting too! So she started a blog about her knitting. As she had a lot of spare time on her hands she got a lot of knitting done, and it all went into her blog. Over time her knitting improved, her ideas grew, her skills increased: all fodder for her blog.<br />
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The boyfriend was removed, a husband appeared. Jobs changed, knitting continued. A move to another country, new knitting stores to explore. The return home (knitting on the plane), an unexpected (but very welcome) pregnancy meant the knitting turned to baby clothes. A sharp twist of fate and a knitting competition won meant a major change in the woman's perception of her hobby. It was a craft, and one she was obviously good at.<br />
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The woman started up a business, finishing other knitter's work, and knitting pink baby clothes for a second baby. Two under two doesn't leave a lot of free knitting time, but they have to sleep sometime. Over the next few years, as her children got older and her business got more and more clients the woman felt her own knitting slipping away from her. Her blogging became less frequent, more desperate plans when it did happen, until eventually it stopped. <i>She</i> stopped knitting for herself entirely. No time.<br />
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Clients work took up all of her knitting time, what little of it there was. The woman didn't mind, she loved her business. The customers were all lovely and there's a lot of satisfaction in a job well done. The rest of her time was her family, who had their own little set of troubles that took up more time than anyone had. Bad sleep, constant stress made the woman doubt her own sanity sometimes, but without the calming influence of her own knitting.<br />
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Life went on in this fashion for a while. Then one day the woman was at a market and bought some yarn. It was cria alpaca, handspun, soft and springy, and in a mottled green that sings to the soul. The woman decided to knit a cowl. There was only 50g, not enough for anything much, but a small cowl might be nice.<br />
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So, for the first time in a long time, knitting just for her happened. The woman didn't push herself to finish the cowl in two days (which she could have done, it was a really easy pattern) but took her time, pacing herself, getting the rhythm back, slowly getting her speed back. Muscle memory is a very useful trait. After a week, the woman had a finished cowl. She was pleased, bordering on excited. She wanted to tell someone how happy she was with her work. There was her husband, he was very supportive, always wearing anything she knitted him and encouraging her; but no, he didn't seem quite right for this (plus, he had a new video game).<br />
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Then the woman remembered: the internet! Surely out there, someone might be interested in her knitting too! So she returned to her blog about her knitting and realised something.<br />
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It was ten years since her first post. So long ago, but the feeling hadn't changed. The need to scream "Look at this! I can create with my hands and I'm rather happy about it!" was back and the woman fervently hoped that it would never go away. She wasn't going to force it, or make lists, or declarations, but she might try to carve out a bit of time to herself. Just for knitting for herself. The way it had started.<br />
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Here's to another ten years.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* A big thank you to Melindy for my new knitting mascot. He's perfect!</span></div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-24116250042766849602015-10-30T21:46:00.002+11:002015-10-30T22:44:32.441+11:00Octover: Trinity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's the end of October, and nothing I planned to get done happened. NOTHING.<br />
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Normally, I would be rather upset about this. "I'm hopeless, I never finish anything, I can't get it all done wah wah wah...". I'm not devastated, however, because I have jobs. Many jobs. Many big jobs <i>*snigger*</i>.<br />
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The following is what work I have on:<br />
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1. Knit a beanie for Morris & Sons.<br />
2. Tidy up and replace the food in Irabina's Hungry Caterpiller set with amigurumi.<br />
3. Knit neck and armbands on a HUGE vest then seam up.<br />
4. Button bands, sew up and embroidery on two baby cardigans.<br />
5. Finish knitting a customer's jacket for them because "I just can't face it anymore" (any true knitter can understand this feeling).<br />
6. Crochet a set of four placemats for Morris & Sons.<br />
7. Knit up two Christmas stockings for Morris & Sons.<br />
8. Sew up a blanket made of teeny tiny triangles and <i>sew all the ends in</i> for a customer.<br />
9. Knit up a cowl for Morris & Sons.<br />
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The best part is that so many diverse projects means I'll never get bored! Let's start with the beanie: "Cast on 112 stitches and knit 2 x 2 rib for 60 rows."<br />
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Maybe a <i>little</i> bored.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-58457990069360664502015-10-27T08:56:00.002+11:002015-10-27T08:56:19.130+11:00Octover 2: The Quickening<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My knitting life collapsed somewhat.<br />
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I had plans! SO MANY PLANS! I was going to finish the baby shawl (for the baby who is now here - smeg) and my new cardigan, and maybe, <i>just maybe,</i> the last two Sherlock squares.<br />
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I got cocky, kid. I had <i>plenty</i> of time, and a Netflix account. What could possibly stop me?<br />
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Hubris, maybe?<br />
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Instead I have four pieces of knitting to finish in the next three days and I think I might go crazy. Or possibly die of caffeine overdose.<br />
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I love it when it gets like this...<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(* Disclaimer: that's a stock photo. My knitting disasters are far more subtle than that.)</span></i></div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-7205756650747735552015-09-30T15:31:00.001+10:002015-09-30T15:31:49.651+10:00Octover: Winter-een-mas for crafting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
First off, today the most perfectly gorgeous little boy turns six. Our Marcus is an adorable pain-in-the-butt, and we love him to pieces. For those of you who didn't know him when he was younger:<br />
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Absolutely beautiful. Also about to go into a diabetic coma.<br />
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I've been very neglectful of my knitting the last few weeks. I've started some new medication, and the side effect appears to be complete apathy. This is a drawback in a knitter/sewer/craftswoman/parent, and I feel the need to get over it. I wanted to join the <a href="http://untangling-knots.com/2015/09/08/the-penelope-kal/" target="_blank">Penelope KAL</a> over at Untangling Knots but hit a snag when I saw it was knitted from the top down: I have the main colour (dark grey Zara) but not the contrast (hot pink Bendigo Milky Way) as I need to order it in and thanks to a certain child's birthday/Royal Mebourne Show/school holidays we're stony broke until next week.<br />
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The way my mind works is that I feel that if I don't start the KAL the day it starts I won't catch up. It seems rather silly, but it's true, I won't. I pointed this out to Felix and asked if I had too many projects going at the moment to which he managed to not burst out laughing and simply agreed.<br />
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So I'm going to spend the next month finishing things off so I can throw myself into new projects (like the cardigan I cast on last week). Felix was pressed for a name and that's how we have "Octover". Pretty clever, isn't it?</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-3595367574006269612015-09-17T09:07:00.003+10:002015-09-17T09:07:28.966+10:00Truer words never spoken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Advice sent to me by my mother in law:<br />
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(Hey Sue, does this include quilting?)</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-88847211450409874522015-09-15T10:17:00.000+10:002015-09-15T10:17:20.889+10:00Adventures in bed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Gutter minds, the lot of you. Truth is, I'm on bed rest. Doctor-mandated bed rest due to bronchitis.<br />
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It's a knitter's dream come true!<br />
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So I spent yesterday afternoon in bed (followed by hours glued to the internet and ABC news due to our nation's ridiculous political situation) knitting on the baby shawl. I have a very nice little chart I've worked up for how many rows I need to knit every day to get it done before the baby arrives, and due to the need to sew all last week I'm very behind, so bed rest will help me catch up. Once I hit today's quota I'l do that and get back to my Sherlock Square #11.<br />
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I'm currently typing while sitting up in bed, so I might get back to the arduous task of knitting and working my way through "Mr Robot".<br />
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Sucks to be me.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-44075737811859164622015-09-09T11:19:00.002+10:002015-09-09T11:19:19.677+10:00Welcome to Slackersville, population: me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's that time of the year again, Royal Melbourne Show season. Did I manage to finish my shawl for the competition? Nope. Did I block my blanket for the competition? Nope.Felix's Fair Isle vest? Nope. Did I <i>start</i> the alpaca scarf for the competition? <i>Hell,</i> nope.<br />
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Instead I'm entering one piece of embroidery and going back to work on the shawl and my Sherlock blanket squares. I need to have the shawl finished by the end of the month due to a baby coming, but otherwise I might cut myself some slack.<br />
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Only a smidge, mind you.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-13696512148040990492015-08-26T19:54:00.000+10:002015-08-26T19:54:02.692+10:00Hil-arr-i-ous<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been motoring along with my edging on the baby shawl. I had 35 repeats to do by Friday, so I divided it into 7/10/9/9 and today I was starting on my first lot of 9 when I paused to look at the sewing up instructions and <i>that's</i> when it caught my eye.<br />
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The shawl is a square, knitted diagonally, with four side borders picked up and knitted on each side, then an edging added where you pick up a stitch from the border as a stitch at the end of each second row of edging (you work sideways is what I mean). Anyway, I'd knitted my border and was 18 repeats into my edging when I finally read the instructions.<br />
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See that? "Work as for First Border from ** to **"? Yes. I did that, not a problem.<br />
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Row 60, however...<br />
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This is how you work Row 60 in the first edging you do. So I did that. For the Second Border as well.<br />
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<i>I didn't knit the stitches left at the end of the First Border, instead I cast on another 17.</i><br />
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That sound you heard around 2:45 this afternoon? That was my heart breaking. It was pretty loud.<br />
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<b>Epilogue: </b>I posted a description of how I'd stuffed up my knitting on Facebook. My friend Chantal read it and went "Wait, how did Andrea stuff up? That's exactly what... I... did......<i>eep</i>".<br />
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That's right. We both stuffed up the edging completely. I've pulled back 3420 stitches, and now I'm going to sit down and knit like a freakin' demon to get it done.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-76659575965956127142015-08-24T21:51:00.002+10:002015-08-26T19:51:29.926+10:00The B-Side<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This week I'm starting the edging on the second side of the baby shawl I'm entering in the Show next month. Yes, I truly am the rightful ruler of the kingdom of Procrastination.</div>
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Now, I have 175 stitches on the needle and I decrease 5 every ten rows. So.... 350 rows of 17 stitches for the edging, and I want to have it done by Friday.</div>
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Pffffft. No.</div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-2013824050758624812015-08-19T14:19:00.000+10:002015-08-19T14:19:08.034+10:00Bliss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No doubt many people might object to their significant other being home sick. I read posts on Facebook about "man flu" and how husbands become all whiny and turn into sooky three year olds. I obviously married a good 'un because Felix is home for the week with a chest infection (requiring antibiotics disguised as horse pills) and I couldn't be happier.<br />
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Spending time with Felix (and no kids) is the best part of my day. When the kids are <i>finally</i> asleep we sit back and watch some episodes of "Archer" while finally having dinner (9:00pm is normal for dinner, yeah?) or else he heads off to play something on his PS4 while I sit behind him on the bed watching Netflix and knitting, either my own or customers'. Last night I came into our room to discover that Felix had started up Minecraft and I proceeded to sit and watch for almost three hours while he built a house and various adventures, and took in my suggestions (An all glass second floor? Why not?) and worked on a neckline for a child's jumper at the same time.</div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-28107601169974480262015-08-11T22:08:00.004+10:002015-08-11T22:08:37.094+10:00Andrea and the terrible horrible no good very bad day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today was just <i>awful.</i> It was a very bad day, the kind I haven't had in a very long time. I keep myself extra busy so I don't think too much, but sometimes all of the blah creeps in a brain crack and <i>wham: </i>Bad Day.<br />
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I eventually ended up at home around 11:30am with Dot in tow and a veneer of civility and kindness. I can fake it, I'm really good at that. I took one look at the dishes and thought "Nope."<br />
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Instead I sewed up a little teeny baby jumper for a customer.<br />
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Instead I cut up a brand new t-shirt and added three bands of amazing fabric Judith bought home from Germany to make Dot a dress.<br />
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I took my rubbish mood and made things with it and now I'm feeling better.<br />
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I think I'll finish the night by adding a crochet border to a knitted coat. Thank goodness for my customers.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-14736130763431355012015-08-04T14:57:00.001+10:002015-08-04T14:57:54.273+10:00Doctor Who knits.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Why aren't you?<br />
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-90184712666135700492015-07-28T10:21:00.001+10:002015-07-28T10:21:34.067+10:00Pretty playthings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I sew up other people's knitting, and sometimes it's a grind. Sew up shoulders, pick up and knit a neckline, set in sleeves, get halfway and swear, re-set sleeves, sew up, steam, etc etc. I still love the end result, but it's not all that exciting.<br />
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Other times...<br />
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Look at this shawl. <i>Look at it.</i> Isn't it beautiful? A lovely knitter in Adelaide sent it to me to have the border sewn on to the center piece, and have it all blocked out. It was bliss from beginning to end, it really was. Lace is great fun to pin out and make whimpering puppy noises over, but it takes ages to knit and the commitment needed for this sort of shawl is absolute.<br />
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I told my customer that she wasn't allowed to use the phrase "I'm just a knitter" anymore. If you can create something like this, you're an artist.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-2068661650531898002015-07-21T11:07:00.001+10:002015-07-21T11:07:36.346+10:00Too much stash... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have had a horror of a week. HORROR. Marcus managed to stay home on the first day back with a fever, went to school on Tuesday and Wednesday and by that night had been diagnosed with croup and prescribed steroids. No school for the rest of the week. Then Dot caught it. Our little poppet has never had croup and she's sleeping badly, almost choking every night. It's heartbreaking, it really is.<br />
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Still, I promised stash and stash I have. To answer the question: was a 5.5 hour drive really worth it? Oh <i>hell yes! </i>Chantal and I left at stupid o'clock and we still weren't the first there!<br />
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The sale was held at the back of the mill and while it was cold and early it was full of very desperate knitters, ourselves included. There were boxes of yarn <i>everywhere</i> and we threw ourselves into rummaging. Sadly, it was mostly acrylic. Now, acrylic has it's place in other knitter's stashes but I don't like it. It burns my hands when I knit with it, and I always swore I'd never go lower than 75% natural fiber in a yarn, no matter what.<br />
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Meet what.<br />
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This yarn was in a massive cardboard box and I took one look at the glorious orange and grey combination and said "Oooooooooo, gimme!". I grabbed every ball I could find in that colour and then saw the next desirable one.<br />
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Isn't it <i>GORGEOUS?!?</i> I saw, I coveted, I grabbed <i>every ball they had. </i>This may not sound too bad, until you learn that the two colours added up to 52 balls of 50% wool, 50% acrylic. Only 37 metres per ball, too.<br />
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I stuffed a bag full and went back to rummaging, which is how I found the three ply Dreamtime. If you can resist baby yarn in 100% wool, you're a stronger knitter than I. I bought four packets of ten balls. It was $5 a packet, could you say no?!?<br />
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Then we discovered the center of the room. The Danger Zone.<br />
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Rowan. $40 a pack of 10 balls. Oh sweet baby Jesus, the whole trip was worth it for <i>that</i>.<br />
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I grabbed a packet of Siena 4ply to make <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/short-sleeved-cardigan-with-bow" target="_blank">this</a> cardigan, because I can look adorable, dammit!<br />
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Then Chantal bought me a packet of Felted Tweed as petrol money. I love Chantal. Who needs petrol when you can have yarn, right?<br />
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So for about 12 hours I was giddily happy, followed by Marcus with a fever at 4am.<br />
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Reality sucks, but hey...<br />
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I'm getting closer to swimming in the stuff.<br />
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-54239972997666242522015-07-10T16:37:00.001+10:002015-07-10T16:37:46.804+10:00Incoming Mega Haul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm finishing up a teeny little baby cardigan, then two pick ups this Sunday morning will keep me busy, along with a baby shawl that needs to be sewn up, blocked and shipped back to Adelaide!<br />
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However...tomorrow Chantal and I are heading to Wangaratta. To the Australian Country Spinners mill. They make Patons, Cleakheaton, Panda and Shepherd yarns.<br />
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They're having a sale.<br />
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$1 a ball. 50¢ a pattern.<br />
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I'm going to go MENTAL.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-84959072915887553302015-07-06T21:03:00.000+10:002015-07-06T21:03:04.193+10:00Age is relative<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What a fabulous weekend I've had: knitting dropped off, knitting picked up, knitting finished, well almost done. I'm just sewing it up now.<br />
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The jumper is for an 80 year old who chose the colour and her daughter is a bit hesitant. Bright grass green? At that age? I agreed.<br />
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Hot pink with nipple clamp attachments. Much more suitable.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-19729136260475116922015-07-01T19:08:00.000+10:002015-07-01T19:08:03.258+10:00Now I'm just making work for myself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I delivered two baby tops this morning, one jumper and one cardigan. Both completely adorable, both requiring more work than one would think.<br />
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The cardigan hadn't been finished entirely, so I spent an episode of "Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries" knitting up the fronts, then joining the seams with faggoting, then miss stitching the borders and sewing up all the seams. About 3 hours all up. For a baby cardigan.<br />
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The jumper was a breeze, I thought, and proceded to steam the pieces pre-sewing up.<br />
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The stitch was split rows earlier, and the knitter didn't notice. I did, because I can spot a mistake from 5 metres away. I could just leave it, after all she didn't notice it, did she?<br />
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Yeah, right. That'll be the day. Rows dropped, picked back up. All shiny, cap'n.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-60227687179097968252015-06-29T18:29:00.002+10:002015-06-29T18:29:30.560+10:00More work<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Hey Andrea, how's the knitting going?</i><br />
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Pretty good. I haven't had time to even look at my own stuff, but I'm busy making other people happy, which is nice.<br />
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<i>Will you get to do any of your own knitting soon?</i><br />
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Hehehehe... Oh, you're serious? Well, I'm heading off to the sale at Wangaratta next Saturday with Chantal, where we shall spend a small fortune on yarn. I have a station wagon, so I'm thinking if I put the back seat down, we can fill it up to the brim.<br />
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The weekend after that is Bendigo. THE Bendigo. The one where we spend a big fortune. Chantal again, I'm the passenger so I'll be knitting (finally!) and this time's going to be far far worse...<br />
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<i>...why? Felix didn't say you could buy a sheep, did he?</i><br />
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I wish. No, I have a new toy.<br />
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Meet Lynette. The very sexeh Joex lent her to me. Something about the first taste being free... Anyway, I'll need to buy fibre for spinning, obviously. Lots and lots of it. More than three bags full.<br />
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<i>Do you have room for that?</i><br />
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...did Felix send you?</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-15345381279814368642015-06-24T20:39:00.002+10:002015-06-24T20:39:23.640+10:00*beep*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sorry, Andrea can't discuss her own knitting right now as she's sewing up other people's knitting...<br />
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...such as mohair cardigans...<br />
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...extra squishy jumpers...<br />
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...and learning new ways to join up teeny little baby cardigans.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-37185232104660440612015-06-20T12:55:00.001+10:002015-06-20T12:55:10.079+10:00Slacker day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For the record, I have not improved, health-wise.<br />
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So today finds me in bed, watching Season 4 of "Supernatural" and working on a jumper for a customer with awkwardly large needles and keeping Felix active with constant tea and food requests.<br />
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Holy heckmonkeys, I could eat everything! Stupid cold & flu tablets.</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-13626904415772180862015-06-17T22:17:00.002+10:002015-06-17T22:17:54.129+10:00Guest Post<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Andrea's not feeling too good, so she asked me to write a post for her.<br />
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Unfortunately for her, I know next to nothing about knitting.<br />
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So...umm...<br />
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Andrea knits a lot, doesn't she? She's pretty good at it, too. Won awards for it and everything. It's odd, but every time I tell her how good her knitting looks, she tells me that it's easy, and that she could teach me one day, if I wanted. Then I take one look at some of the things she's done, and then I give her the Look. You know, the look that most of you have most likely cultivated to use on a friend or partner (or a child), to convey a polite but firm, "Really? Are you kidding me?"<br />
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Like this christening shawl that she's knitting at the moment. As I started this post, she was talking about how fascinating it was, how you knit the front, and then go back and knit the lace that becomes the top and the edge. She's been talking about it on and off for most of the last few days, lamenting on how the increasing is going to take ages, and thanks to eight-and-a-bit years of husbandly osmosis, I understand about 70% of what she's talking about - not enough to have a clear picture in my head, but enough to carry a conversation without sounding like a complete goose. I think Andrea's developed the same skill in relation to my enthusiastic retelling of the computer games that I play.<br />
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And then she shows me the product-in-progress.<br />
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And then she wonders why I give her the Look.<br />
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- Felix</div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-9720849600059356292015-06-15T21:18:00.003+10:002015-06-15T21:18:48.538+10:00Brain? Not working so well<div class="MsoNormal">
Hello again, I hope you all went out and enjoyed World Wide
Knit in Public Day on Saturday. I myself hung out at Armory in a group
<a href="http://www.whatjaneknits.com/blog/2015/6/14/melbourne-knitters" target="_blank">organised by What Jane Knits</a> and had lovely time, staring down everyone who
wanted to gawp at us. I resisted partaking in World Gin Day, being a sad teetotaler
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I did actually finish my finger less gloves and they’re
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Unfortunately, when foraging for my beanie on Saturday I
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-82381508095292455662015-06-08T13:00:00.000+10:002015-06-08T13:00:50.097+10:00Happy Knitting Weekend!Isn't it lovely when a fellow knitter gives you a long weekend to celebrate her birthday by knitting?<br />
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Nice one, your Majesty!<br />
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Sadly, I've had to put my own knitting aside as I have to knit and sew up three jumpers for customers, with a double pick up tomorrow. Winter is here, and the knitters are calling.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875315215774518663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452844.post-49207412148588449062015-06-03T10:48:00.000+10:002015-06-03T10:48:14.799+10:00Stripes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had a Finishing Touch drop off on Friday and one yesterday as well, so my weekend was somewhat taken up with buttonholes and sleeves and adorable widdle baby cardigans. The challenge was stripes.<br />
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Matching stripes is a mild fixation of mine. It can be incredibly frustrating when it goes wrong and deliriously wonderful when it goes right.<br />
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The Monday drop off had textured stripes to match at the side and sleeve seams, and somewhat on the sleeve caps - you can't match them but you can get pretty close. I was very happy with this cardigan, and so was the customer.<br />
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The Friday drop off was a garter stripe jumper. So many stripes to match. SO MANY.<br />
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I absolutely nailed it. I am giddily happy with these stripes. Deliriously wonderful doesn't cover this one. The customer was very happy with this jumper and I was beaming.<br />
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This wasn't a smug satisfaction piece, more of a golden glow. I am well chuffed.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Man, I really need a new ironing board cover.)</span></div>
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