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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that the cure for a dreary rainy cold wet messy weekend is to paint & recover furniture.
To wit: chair, circa 1971. Formerly belonging to a Singer cabinet sewing machine. The machine went kaput (I am death to machinery) but the chair remained, because it is sturdy and comfortable and heavy. It’s made to stick around.
Colors and fabric? Ehhh … Not so much.
It only took a shopping trip for new canvas fabric and a few cans of spray paint. And a few dozen shots from the staple gun.
Everything else is original. Frame, legs, screws … even the forty-year-old foam padding.
And I love it.
Even the padding.
Honeybees! Aren’t they marvelous? It’s very fashionable right now to admire bees, but my relationship with the honeybee goes deeper than fashion. When I was very young, my best friend and I kept dead bumblebees in a little jewelry box; we’d carefully touch its bristly-soft fur. (Don’t look at me like that. We didn’t kill the bees. Just collected them.) Later on I wore a pewter pendant of a honeybee, every day, for most of a decade.
Wasps were far more common around my childhood house than bees were, for whatever reason; no summer went past without a few papery nests hanging from the porch. Terrifying. Bee stings are painful, but honeybees are sensible creatures who won’t attack without cause (and they inevitably die in the process.) Wasps are far more aggressive, stinging and swarming for any perceived threat. And their venom is far more painful.
Bees make wax, and beeswax is great stuff. This weekend I whipped up a batch of wood butter. I’d never made the recipe before and it was dead simple.
Just melt —
and let cool
and rub all over your unvarnished woods. Cutting boards, mixing spoons — even a worn-out nightstand, fifty years old.
My wood things — they’re all golden now. And they smell like sunshine and honey.
… but not the organized type-A personality self-righteous perfect knitter kind. This is the “wrapping up in late April the gifts that ought to have finished in late December.”
Last Xmus I knit my dear Cullen a pair of socks, as requested — although I did not knit heels into them because the socks I make for C are always “toooo shooort!” (except when they’re “toooo loooong”). This is the problem with gift-knitting. Too large, too small, too tight, too loose. It’s hard enough to make clothes to fit my own body — and that’s always nearby for trying-on, you know?
So, all right; I’d measure C’s foot and knit in afterthought heels.
As with most things my plan was stronger than my resolve, and the socks (sadly heel-less) languished in a corner alongside many dust bunnies. Until tonight.
It is possible that I was trying to get out of knitting the gol-durned sweater for Cullen. Barely possible. It might have played a part, is what I’m saying, but only because the very first sleeve of that sweater (and there are two sleeves to make) — that first sleeve is on its THIRD incarnation. The first frog was due to my shoddy math skill and the second to my shoddy knitting-math skill.
Heels are easier to manage.
There was measuring
and picking up stitches
and I don’t mean to brag
but I think it turned out pretty well.
Cause I have got this sockknitting thing down.
* flowers from a generous guest at our last party. they’re two weeks old and aren’t they gorgeous? It makes me feel positively decadent to have roses about and sock heels to knit and a quiet, busy weekend ahead.
Old school, isn’t it?
I was very industrious this past weekend, and Sunday was for sewing. I fixed half of the t-shirt quilt (that I had screwed up the week before) and was in the middle of a long seam for the binding when — whoooops! — out went the bobbin thread.
Nothing I did worked. Nothing. I even got out the instruction manual, which instructed me to do exactly what I was doing. Frustrating! I’ll figure it out, but in the meantime … it’s time to fix some minor problems.
I generated a lot of thread snips — and the cat loves to eat thread — and I remembered.
My mother had an old (old) plastic container that she kept in the cabinet of the sewing machine, and tossed all the scraps and snips inside. I think hers was from coleslaw, or something? Maybe 1960’s coleslaw? It was very old when I was a child. I’m sure she’d still be using it now if her machine worked.
I am far far too classy to use an old coleslaw (?) container — clearly! — so this is a good solution both for the thread snips and the pins that roll about underfoot and embed themselves in ones flesh …
And it uses a sliver of fabric from Crystal, quilter extraordinaire.
I would like you all to know that after (wait. I have to count on my fingers for this) fourteen years of knitting, I have finally exhausted the number of hats, mittens, scarves, shawls, sweaters, and socks the house can hold. And my friends refuse to accept more gifts of the knitted kind.
I know what you’re saying. “Why, Jane! You didn’t mention knitting for charity!” Yes, indeed; you are a discerning reader as well as a constant one. I have not contributed my time and effort towards charitable concerns. I would far, far rather send money. It’s a sad sad thing, because (let us be honest) I don’t have money to send.
This does not win friends at Knit Night. It’s, like, a knitterly duty to make things for other people. Especially babies. Especially premature babies.
While I do not mean to suggest that charity-knitting is unworthy, I’ve gotta say – my feminist knee jerks reflexively at this. But fear not! This is not a post about women’s role as the Angel In The House and the good ol’ Victorian assumption that we will spend our freaking lives embiggening other people at our own time, expense, and (often) sanity.
… but, please: before you go all out sending nasty comments and death-threats: listen.
I have mended my ways. I have found my inner Marmee. I too am happily spending this evening knitting – on teeny-tiny needles with mercerized cotton thread – a long long long white bandage, which will be mailed to a charitable organization, who will give it to a leper to wrap around her or his gangrenous limbs.
How Victorian of me.
(shown: 1,000 stitches, or about 4 inches … Only 11,000 to go.)
So … I’ve been getting more into the minimalism thing (it’s been going around).
But … I’m a crafter. I make stuff. I make a lot of stuff. Making stuff requires tools and materials and add-ons.
Knitters … well, they knit. Some knitters test themselves to knit 12 sweaters in a year, or 11 lace shawls in 2011, or 52 pairs of socks in a year.
That is a lot of socks.
I do not have 52 pairs of socks. I do not need 52 pairs of socks. Or twelve sweaters. Or 11 lace shawls. Maybe someone else needs 11 lace shawls. I do not. (I am proud of myself for recognizing this. I have not always been able to recognize this.)
I’m having trouble reconciling the desire to minimize with the desire (the urge! the drive! the need!) to craft and make …
How do you deal with it?
Ahh … a fresh pattern. Smells like springtime, doesn’t it?
For my fellow Ravelers, the PDF is now featured here.
(I am alternately proud and nervous.)
For those who are not on Ravelry, the stripped-down pattern is still available below.
US size 3 needles (or size needed to obtain gauge)
2 skeins fingering-weight yarn, approximately 50g/220 yards each, 440 yards total.
3 stitch markers.
Yarn used in sample is Knit Picks “Bare” & “Imagination”.
I used about 200 yards of each, but each knitter is individual; your mileage may vary.Gauge is not crucial.
16 st x 32 rows = 4” x 4” st st
about 2 feet by 4 feet.
mc = main color (comprises garter stitch ridges. In sample, the MC is white.)
mc = contrasting color (comprises stockinette stripes. In sample, CC is multi-colored.)
sl1 = slip one stitch
pm = place marker
slm = slip marker
Note: The right side rows are odd numbers; the wrong-side rows are even-numbered.
Cast on 3 stitches with main color.
Row 1-6: knit all.
Turn work 90 degrees counter-clockwise, then pick up and knit three stitches along top of work. (6 stitches total.)
Turn work 90 degrees counter-clockwise, then pick up and knit three stitches along top of work (9 stitches).
Change to contrasting color.
row 7 (cc) – k3, pm, yo, k1, yo, pm, k1, yo, k1, yo, pm, k3.
row 8 (cc) – k3, p to last marker (slipping markers as you come to them), k 3.
row 9 (mc) – k3, slm, yo, k3, slm, yo, k1, yo, k3, yo, slm, k3.
row 10 (mc) – k all (slipping markers as you come to them),
row 11 (cc) – k3, slm, yo, k to m, yo, slm, k1, yo, k to m, yo, slm, k3.
row 12 (cc) – k3, p to last marker (slipping markers as you come to them), k 3.
row 13 (mc) – k3, slm, yo, k to m, yo, slm, k1, yo, k to m, yo, slm, k3.
row 14 (mc) – k all (slipping markers as you come to them).
Continue to repeat rows 11-14 until piece measures 2 feet from bottom tip of triangle to top, or until desired length.
Bind off loosely on a right side row.
Weave in ends.
Block gently. Severe blocking will stretch the garter ridges and will make a larger shawl.
Wear with pride!
All rights reserved.
This pattern may be used for gift and charity purposes only. You may not sell this pattern or sell items made from it … but you probably already knew that.
Please contact me with any questions or comments: carrotandstick on ravelry.com.