Friday, June 5, 2009

Summer Time

I was leaving for work yesterday, and thought with pleasure as I walked out of the house, "Isn't this great? It's so warm, it feels like summer!"

Then I stopped. It's June. It's supposed to feel like summer. Okay, technically summer doesn't start for a couple of weeks, and the pool is still darned chilly. But. It's June. I looked around the yard. Rhodedendrons blooming. That's summery. Irises, check.
irises

And there's a flowerbed beside the retaining wall we replaced last year that's starting to look pretty colorful. There's a bit of a story there...when I bought the house in 2002, the retaining wall was concrete, and had a slight but definite tilt. The house inspector pointed it out to me and said sooner or later, it would need to be replaced. In subsequent years, the wall leaned a little more each year, until last fall it hit about 7 degrees off vertical, and a few small chunks fell out. We decided that its time had come and had the wall replaced last year. It left a big area dug up and rather then reseed with grass, my husband suggested planting wildflowers.

He's a big fan of wildflowers, in large part because he keeps hoping they'll completely take over and we'll no longer have to mow. (I haven't the heart to disillusion him. Besides, I like flowers.) So last year on vacation in Colorado, I found interesting-looking packets of Colorado wildflower seeds in a Gifte Shoppe. We planted them as soon as the ground thawed in the spring, and they're doing pretty well. We also put in a flat of violas from the farm stand, already in bloom. (I wanted the area to look more like a flowerbed in progress, and less like a bed of weeds until the wildflowers started blooming.) The violas turned out to be an outstanding choice--they've been blooming for about six weeks and are putting up new buds. And now we're seeing the wildflowers start to come in, and I'm entirely charmed.
flowers

The bright blue ones are probably my favorite, but I like the cheery orange and yellow-whites as well. There are tiny white flowers so delicate you have to look closely to see them. The big clumps of color are the violas, but the pale lavender blooms with a tinge of darker purple at the centers are wildflowers. And there are a couple of varieties that haven't started to bud yet- we're curious to see what those will look like. (Now I'm wishing I'd written down what seeds were supposed to be in the packet!) But they definitely look summery.

In fiber news, I've just finished a pair of Checkerboard Mittens, from Fox and Geese and Fences by Robin Hansen. One feature I thought was very clever--a frequent problem with square colorwork patterns is they tend to contract into vertical ridges. But this pattern takes that characteristic and makes it a design feature. The inside of the mitten has a smooth surface of short floats, which trap a layer of air between the vertical ridges of the checkerboard. I expect it to add substantially to the insulating power of the mitten.
checkerboard mittens

And here's the inside, which I though looked kind of cool.
inside of checkerboard mittens

So now I'm debating whether to make a hat to go with the blue Spruce mittens, or to go for the trifecta and make a pair of Sawtooth mittens from the Hanson book. Because nothing says 'summer' like mittens....

Monday, June 1, 2009

Some Dastard Has Stolen May

Really. I mean, I look back, and I can account for most of the individual days, but an entire month? No way. The whole thing is a blur. Fortunately I have a suspect. See, the early part of May was spent frantically preparing to go on vacation. Add extra hours of work- and extra hours commuting because when I'm off schedule I hit the peak hours of commuter traffic. Yeah, that can account for a lot of lost time. And then I got back from vacation. And there was the catching up period. So, I don't have it pinned down to a specific person yet, but I'm quite sure that whoever stole May? Works for my employers.

The vacation, however, was completely worth it. We went to London and walked.
St Saviour's Dock on the South Bank
St Saviour's Dock on the South Bank

We went to Oxford, and my husband's cousin took us punting on the river.
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Willows with John Constable clouds

We went to Cambridge, and viewed colleges.
King's College Cambridge
King's College Cambridge

We went out to Richmond Park.
Richmond Park

Did you know that the Thames Valley from Richmond is a protected view?
Thames Valley
I can totally see why. Gorgeous.

If you'd like to see more of the trip, there's a slideshow of photographs. I'm still working on the trip diary (also known as the meal-by-meal account). Writing it after the fact is kind of contrary to the concept of 'diary' but it turns out that if the computer crashes in the middle of your PDA synch, you can lose the file being transmitted from both devices. It's a rule of nature that when this incredibly rare error occurs, it will happen to the file you most wanted not to lose. It is possible that there was some extremely bad language uttered on this occasion. (Sorry, Mom.) It'll probably take me another couple of days to finish recreating it.

There was time spent on planes, trains and waiting in restaurants, so of course there was knitting:
Primavera socks, in Online Summersock Cotton. A lovely pattern, and the socks are very comfy. I did wind up adding an additional pattern repeat around the foot, and two around the ankle to accomodate my largish feet.
Primavera socks

And of course time marches inexorably on, so there have been other projects started...but more on that later. I woke up this morning to find it's June, and I'm determined to keep both eyes firmly on it. They're not getting this one too!

Monday, May 4, 2009

How Did This Happen?

I've felt much like the white rabbit from Alice this week, running around muttering, 'Oh, dear, oh, dear, I shall be late!' as I dashed from task to task, ever conscious of the whoosh of deadlines zipping by me. Somewhat to my surprise, I got through most of what I wanted to (leaving aside those items which were never more than purest fantasy on my part).

Now the funny thing about stress is that it doesn't actually slow down knitting, if it's the *right* knitting- easy knitting that's quick to pick up and put down. So when I sat down and took a deep breath yesterday, absentmindedly weaving in another set of ends to keep my hands busy, I was a little surprised to find myself with these:

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Plain socks, Red Heart Heart and Sole, 70% wool/30% Nylon with Aloe, size 0 needles, 72 sts around.

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These are (kind of) the Spruce Mittens from Robin Hansen's Fox and Geese and Fences. I have managed to screw up the end decreases in two different ways, one per mitten, and I'm still not sure what they're supposed to look like. But I decided that given that their eventual fate will probably be burial in snowbank by juvenile non-knitter, I can live with them as is.

And last and quickest:
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Just plain mittens, but I really liked the yarn. I have no idea what it is- some kind of bulky weight acrylic that my mom gave me. But I thought this yarn looked like an explosion in a crayon factory. I took my standard adult mitten pattern, went down a couple of needle sizes (to make the fabric nice and dense), converted the pattern from straights to dpns and then took off a few stitches here and there to make more kid-sized mittens, and...well, they still look like mittens, so I think it all worked.

Next up, more socks, probably- I should have just enough time to pick out some yarn to throw in my bag before I'm off again! See you on the other side of the Rabbit Hole....