Friday, February 22, 2008

Finding Spring


Isn't the is most wonderful colorway you've ever seen? It makes me think of a bucket of tulips at the the Farmer's Market. Or Berry Sherbet. Or Fruit Punch. Or a bunch of other colorful, happy things.

I had an entire skein of this Sugar 'N Cream and went wild with it. Knitting that dishcloth up above (a modified version of the Mason Dixon Burp Cloth) and this one, a modified type of Ballband dishcloth from Thrifty Knitter using up that fun green I had leftover:



I love it with this old Haviland Cake plate. And here is both of them, modeling together:



It was all I could do to keep myself from running up to the hardware store for paint and start redoing my kitchen. Okay, thankfully I have a book due March 15, so that is more pressing than my wild-hare idea to have an apple green kitchen with yellow and pink accents. And if that isn't enough, then I still had some left, and knit this Petal Dishcloth, which couldn't be easier. Though next time, I will stick to one color because it took me almost as long to bury the ends as it did to knit it.



And then last night, finished another Ballband:



And my gift stack continues to grow:

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Baubles for All . . .

Well, it is Valentine's Day and baubles are a girl's best friend, or rather make that bobbles, in this dishcloth:



I just love this cloth, which is Bonbons et Calissons Dishcloth by SmarieK Knits. I made it from the Lion Brand Organic Cotton, which is very, very soft and oh so wonderful. Just thought you might like a touch of romance on Valentine's Day.

BTW, the doc lifted the no-wool ban, so imagine me doing the happy dance yesterday. Then I got home and settled down to knit . . . another dishcloth.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Hangin' With the Dishes

As part of the Week 3 question, we are supposed to trot out our stash. Thank goodness it is only limited to dishcloth yarn, because that I can haul out and photograph in a snap.



So I decided, since I have such a limited amount of stash to at least dress it up a bit, since after it is knit, it is destined to a life of wiping plates and cleaning counters.



It is sort of a kick to get my knitting redirected, (with the wool ban and all) and I went back to my roots and knit the Grandma Dishcloth that so many of us did as our first knitting project.

The pastel colored one with the lacy rib is Textured Ribs, from the Nifty Knit Dishcloths booklet by Leisure Arts. I really like the Mini Cables Cloth in this booklet as well. The one I am currently working on is Bonbons et Calissons Dishcloth by SmarieK Knits. I'm using the Lion Brand Organic Cotton, and worked my first bobbles last night.


Though I am sort of shy about showing my bobbles in public, I thought you might like a sneak peek.



Or maybe I should rename this photo, KnittingGirl Gone Wild, because . . . well . . . I'll let you figure that out for yourself.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

The No Wool Diet

There are lots of words that will strike fear in the heart of any knitter. "The dog ate my Options." "I can't find my pattern." "I ran out of the dye lot and I only need one more skein." But there are two words that are will cut you straight to the heart:

No Wool.

Why not just take my knitting needles and stake me? was what I thought when the doctor told me to stop knitting with wool. You see, the hives got really, really bad, so I went to another doctor, who turned out to be very thorough (as opposed to shrug-his-shoulders-and-just-toss-a-bunch-of-medicine-at-it doctor) and she put me on the No Wool Diet. I don't blame you if you are so worried or frightened now that you stop reading and run. I probably would. So if you are nervous now, don't read much further.

Apparently you can develop these sort of allergies with time. And it isn't just wool, you have to worry about, but any animal based fiber. Alpaca, mohair, cashmere. So I had to pack it all away and for the time being I can only knit with fiber based yarns or acrylics.

Yeah, I warned you, scary stuff.

I drove home in sort of a daze. "My stash. My lovely stash," I muttered.

Then I remembered. I had a bunch of cotton stashed. I sort of brightened, felt the sun rise over the horizon, and knew life as I knew it wasn't over, just different.

Dishcloths, anyone?