Saturday Trip, and a lazy lazy sunday
We burned gas driving up to Lahaska to check out the Stitch Inn, The Gazebo, and KneedleKnacks up in Peddler's Village.
KneedleKnacks is not Kneedleknacks anymore, but a gift shop that carries a very poor selection of yarn. Not the best place. It's now called "Cozy Yourself".
The Gazebo was amazing, and had an amazing selection. The yarn was just pouring from every nook and cranny, alas, they were closing just as we got there (around 4:00)
And it took us forever to find the Stitch Inn. Apparently it's not in the Peddler's Village plaza, but in the Lahaska Village Market, Right by the Lahaska Deli. Ooops. We parked right near it, but didn't see it until we'd hiked all over the complex (which is pleasant, if a little too full of time-killing yuppies for my tastes). In the midst of arguing with my mother about wanting to have left earlier in the day and in near tears, we stumbled upon it as we were getting into our car. Go figure.
They carried Plymouth, but not the color (355) I needed. That made me furious. The Stitch Inn, did, however, have a scraps bin. For $2.00 an ounce, I got some nice mohair/wool blend, and some wool. I'll post pictures later. The mohair is very fine and thin, and a sandy brown/semi natural color. I think I'll mix it with the Rowan in robin's egg blue to make socks. I'm envisioning a cabled sock of sorts with the two. I think they'd look nice.
The other wool appears to be hand dyed, and is a fine mix of lively oranges, whites, and pinks. It reminds me of sorbet ice cream. When I saw it, it immediately screamed "ARMWARMERS!". I'd had a pair of camoflauge ones that I'd knit up a while ago....but aside from them being two different sizes, the acrylic gets kind of scratchy after a while. And, I guess, as a depressed, cliche'd, teen goth, I can never have too many armwarmers. Plus it really helps when the carpal tunnel acts up.
I also got a hank of Butterfly Super 10 mercerized cotton in a dark forest/hunter green color to use on Clapotis. Usually I have no problems working from the hank, or winding into a semi-ball like shape myself....but I've never worked with mercerized cotton before. They had offered to wind it for me before I left the store, and I should have listened. Within a moment of getting the label off, it became one giant knot. Quicker than I could even imagine! I don't know how or why that happened, all I know is that I'm kicking myself now as I try and sort out the mess. It's a pretty color, but not a pretty mess.
When I got home, without the yarn I so desparately needed. My neighbor was throwing out a cabinet, which I thought would look much better in my room as storage space (compared to the cardboard boxes I've got holding my stash right now). So I took it in, and behold! My stash fits perfectly inside. Okay, maybe not perfectly, but it *does* look better than the cardboard boxes. And it was free. That cabinet is so cool that it almost makes up for the excursion being so crappy.
I adore handmedowns. Maybe it's an ingrained thing because I've always had to accept them, regardless of whether I like them or not. But while my brothers bitched and complained about getting old stuff, I flourished in it. Every item of clothing had some potential for art, everything could be completely redone in a new way. Or furniture, I always used to wonder the story of the furniture that we found or had passed on to us. Who had owned it before? What was their story?
I think I wonder that about everything, though, which is precisely why I love hand medowns, and recycled and freecycled and thrifted things, and especially handmade items. I see each thing I ever recieve as a gift. And a gift should be cherished simply because of the thoughts put into it by the person who is giving it. Everyone's expereinces color their own thoughts, and those experiences also color what they own, how it's used, or, especially, what they make/create/knit.
You could knit up one pattern a thousand different times, and each time, it will be a different piece. Because each time you do that, you're putting a little bit of yourself into the piece. You could have been angry one day, upset the next, happy the next. And all of that would go into the scarf or what have you that you're working on. It shows in your stitches, no matter how forgiving they are, that emotion is still there. It's like handwriting.
Which is why, I guess, I like reading letters and correspondance as well. My handwriting is atrocious, but I love having pen pals. I frequent PostcardX often. It's a beautiful, unique thing. Each letter is another creation, another thing to be cherished.
Today, though, was a lazy day. I didn't do much. I worked on unknotting the Butterfly Super 10, which I made some headway. Nothing noticable though. I also got a couple more inches done on Tatania. I'm up to almost 10. At 13 inches, I get to start the decreasing for the armholes. Which will rock, because I'm getting sick of doing just straight ribbing. I need zing.
I did this all while watching a series of DVD's, whilst curled up in my brother's room, and then my mother's (when she wasn't using it.)
First I watched Wicker Park, with Josh Hartenett starring. It wasn't great, but it also wasn't what I expected. The dance scenes were filmed beautifully, but this is coming from someone whose two obsessions are knitting and dance, so I'm very biased. Over all though? I wouldn't reccomend it. I want that 2 hours of my life back. Minus the 8 minutes total of the dance scenes. If you ever get the chance, see the original "L'Appartement". Monica Bellucci is in it, whom some of you may recognize as the Sicilian (Italian and Siclian are two very different things, as my grandmother will gladly go on a tirade about) prostitute from Le Pacte de Loups (Brotherhood of the Wolf). She's absolutely stunning, and gorgeous, and amazing as an actor. And if you haven't seen Le Pact De Loups, but are interested in fashion design, or design in general, I would reccomend it. Visually, it's a gorgeous film. Right up there in terms of style with Eyes Wide Shut, in my opinion.
Although, on Friday, me and my mother curled up together and watched The Forgotten with Julianne Moore. That movie is one I would wholeheartedly reccomend to each and every person that is possibly reading this. I've seen dozens, if not hundreds of horror and thriller movies. And this is the only one that has ever successfully been able to make me jump, flinch, twitch, and, on one occasion, turn my head from the screen. The effects are so subtle, yet so out there, so that its easy to imagine it being reality. I absolutely loved it. This seems to be turning into a rant about films though. Tack that onto the growing list of obsessions. I can never do just a "little" of anything....I always dive head first until I've consumed everything on the topic I can. It's horrible, and wonderful at the same time.
Back to today: after groaning over Wicker Park, I slowly made my way through The Simpsons 4th and the beginning of the Simpsons' 5th season. Funny stuff. Even better to knit to, I must say.
I wish Judging Amy would come out on DVD. Roseanne too. Not that that would impact me signifigantly, I don't have a DVD Player in my room.
My technology is somewhat outdated, mostly by my own choosing. The tv in my room is a handmedown, my mother's and father's first tv. They got it as a wedding present. It's a JC PEnny brand from 1978. It still plays well, except a little lag at the beginning when the power turns on; and the sound is shot almost, but you can still hear if you crank it up loudly. The only other problem is that it gets only two channels. News and Church. Which is fine, if that happens to be your thing, but to get cable, we have to insert the line through the VCR (again, a handmedown. One my Aunt thought was broken, but just needed some interior cleaning...I just got that last year, to replace the one from 1984...another handmedown, can you see a theme?). So I have a VCR, mostly for the sake of being able to get a few meager channels more, even fewer that i actually watch. But I am a movie buff, and this comes in handy. VHS is so durable and, well, I don't think I can ever be convinced to give it up completely. What about all the classics and things that will never be converted to DVD? What about the home movies and the afterschool specials recorded on VHS??? I don't want to lose that.
At the same time....I am beginning to see the advantages of DVD. If only because I'm one of the geeks who actually watches the film with director's commentary on after completing the regular viewing.
There will be more interesting things soon, I promise. I'm working on getting my business website up and running, giving it an overhaul. I'm also working on tidying up this blog. You'll notice to the right of your screen, I added a list of knit blogs that I read on a daily basis. It's just a real shame they aren't all updated on a daily basis. Add blogging to the list of the above obsessions. hehe.
I know this has been a big wall of text, but I will have some pictures up for you guys soon, hopefully all knitting oriented. My meds have levelled out some, so I should be more steady and on topic soon. I hope.
KneedleKnacks is not Kneedleknacks anymore, but a gift shop that carries a very poor selection of yarn. Not the best place. It's now called "Cozy Yourself".
The Gazebo was amazing, and had an amazing selection. The yarn was just pouring from every nook and cranny, alas, they were closing just as we got there (around 4:00)
And it took us forever to find the Stitch Inn. Apparently it's not in the Peddler's Village plaza, but in the Lahaska Village Market, Right by the Lahaska Deli. Ooops. We parked right near it, but didn't see it until we'd hiked all over the complex (which is pleasant, if a little too full of time-killing yuppies for my tastes). In the midst of arguing with my mother about wanting to have left earlier in the day and in near tears, we stumbled upon it as we were getting into our car. Go figure.
They carried Plymouth, but not the color (355) I needed. That made me furious. The Stitch Inn, did, however, have a scraps bin. For $2.00 an ounce, I got some nice mohair/wool blend, and some wool. I'll post pictures later. The mohair is very fine and thin, and a sandy brown/semi natural color. I think I'll mix it with the Rowan in robin's egg blue to make socks. I'm envisioning a cabled sock of sorts with the two. I think they'd look nice.
The other wool appears to be hand dyed, and is a fine mix of lively oranges, whites, and pinks. It reminds me of sorbet ice cream. When I saw it, it immediately screamed "ARMWARMERS!". I'd had a pair of camoflauge ones that I'd knit up a while ago....but aside from them being two different sizes, the acrylic gets kind of scratchy after a while. And, I guess, as a depressed, cliche'd, teen goth, I can never have too many armwarmers. Plus it really helps when the carpal tunnel acts up.
I also got a hank of Butterfly Super 10 mercerized cotton in a dark forest/hunter green color to use on Clapotis. Usually I have no problems working from the hank, or winding into a semi-ball like shape myself....but I've never worked with mercerized cotton before. They had offered to wind it for me before I left the store, and I should have listened. Within a moment of getting the label off, it became one giant knot. Quicker than I could even imagine! I don't know how or why that happened, all I know is that I'm kicking myself now as I try and sort out the mess. It's a pretty color, but not a pretty mess.
When I got home, without the yarn I so desparately needed. My neighbor was throwing out a cabinet, which I thought would look much better in my room as storage space (compared to the cardboard boxes I've got holding my stash right now). So I took it in, and behold! My stash fits perfectly inside. Okay, maybe not perfectly, but it *does* look better than the cardboard boxes. And it was free. That cabinet is so cool that it almost makes up for the excursion being so crappy.
I adore handmedowns. Maybe it's an ingrained thing because I've always had to accept them, regardless of whether I like them or not. But while my brothers bitched and complained about getting old stuff, I flourished in it. Every item of clothing had some potential for art, everything could be completely redone in a new way. Or furniture, I always used to wonder the story of the furniture that we found or had passed on to us. Who had owned it before? What was their story?
I think I wonder that about everything, though, which is precisely why I love hand medowns, and recycled and freecycled and thrifted things, and especially handmade items. I see each thing I ever recieve as a gift. And a gift should be cherished simply because of the thoughts put into it by the person who is giving it. Everyone's expereinces color their own thoughts, and those experiences also color what they own, how it's used, or, especially, what they make/create/knit.
You could knit up one pattern a thousand different times, and each time, it will be a different piece. Because each time you do that, you're putting a little bit of yourself into the piece. You could have been angry one day, upset the next, happy the next. And all of that would go into the scarf or what have you that you're working on. It shows in your stitches, no matter how forgiving they are, that emotion is still there. It's like handwriting.
Which is why, I guess, I like reading letters and correspondance as well. My handwriting is atrocious, but I love having pen pals. I frequent PostcardX often. It's a beautiful, unique thing. Each letter is another creation, another thing to be cherished.
Today, though, was a lazy day. I didn't do much. I worked on unknotting the Butterfly Super 10, which I made some headway. Nothing noticable though. I also got a couple more inches done on Tatania. I'm up to almost 10. At 13 inches, I get to start the decreasing for the armholes. Which will rock, because I'm getting sick of doing just straight ribbing. I need zing.
I did this all while watching a series of DVD's, whilst curled up in my brother's room, and then my mother's (when she wasn't using it.)
First I watched Wicker Park, with Josh Hartenett starring. It wasn't great, but it also wasn't what I expected. The dance scenes were filmed beautifully, but this is coming from someone whose two obsessions are knitting and dance, so I'm very biased. Over all though? I wouldn't reccomend it. I want that 2 hours of my life back. Minus the 8 minutes total of the dance scenes. If you ever get the chance, see the original "L'Appartement". Monica Bellucci is in it, whom some of you may recognize as the Sicilian (Italian and Siclian are two very different things, as my grandmother will gladly go on a tirade about) prostitute from Le Pacte de Loups (Brotherhood of the Wolf). She's absolutely stunning, and gorgeous, and amazing as an actor. And if you haven't seen Le Pact De Loups, but are interested in fashion design, or design in general, I would reccomend it. Visually, it's a gorgeous film. Right up there in terms of style with Eyes Wide Shut, in my opinion.
Although, on Friday, me and my mother curled up together and watched The Forgotten with Julianne Moore. That movie is one I would wholeheartedly reccomend to each and every person that is possibly reading this. I've seen dozens, if not hundreds of horror and thriller movies. And this is the only one that has ever successfully been able to make me jump, flinch, twitch, and, on one occasion, turn my head from the screen. The effects are so subtle, yet so out there, so that its easy to imagine it being reality. I absolutely loved it. This seems to be turning into a rant about films though. Tack that onto the growing list of obsessions. I can never do just a "little" of anything....I always dive head first until I've consumed everything on the topic I can. It's horrible, and wonderful at the same time.
Back to today: after groaning over Wicker Park, I slowly made my way through The Simpsons 4th and the beginning of the Simpsons' 5th season. Funny stuff. Even better to knit to, I must say.
I wish Judging Amy would come out on DVD. Roseanne too. Not that that would impact me signifigantly, I don't have a DVD Player in my room.
My technology is somewhat outdated, mostly by my own choosing. The tv in my room is a handmedown, my mother's and father's first tv. They got it as a wedding present. It's a JC PEnny brand from 1978. It still plays well, except a little lag at the beginning when the power turns on; and the sound is shot almost, but you can still hear if you crank it up loudly. The only other problem is that it gets only two channels. News and Church. Which is fine, if that happens to be your thing, but to get cable, we have to insert the line through the VCR (again, a handmedown. One my Aunt thought was broken, but just needed some interior cleaning...I just got that last year, to replace the one from 1984...another handmedown, can you see a theme?). So I have a VCR, mostly for the sake of being able to get a few meager channels more, even fewer that i actually watch. But I am a movie buff, and this comes in handy. VHS is so durable and, well, I don't think I can ever be convinced to give it up completely. What about all the classics and things that will never be converted to DVD? What about the home movies and the afterschool specials recorded on VHS??? I don't want to lose that.
At the same time....I am beginning to see the advantages of DVD. If only because I'm one of the geeks who actually watches the film with director's commentary on after completing the regular viewing.
There will be more interesting things soon, I promise. I'm working on getting my business website up and running, giving it an overhaul. I'm also working on tidying up this blog. You'll notice to the right of your screen, I added a list of knit blogs that I read on a daily basis. It's just a real shame they aren't all updated on a daily basis. Add blogging to the list of the above obsessions. hehe.
I know this has been a big wall of text, but I will have some pictures up for you guys soon, hopefully all knitting oriented. My meds have levelled out some, so I should be more steady and on topic soon. I hope.
posted by Kitten at 10:53 PM
2 Comments:
Wow, I'm on your list of daily reads? You've made my day!
So here I am reading other blogs on your list of daily reads and came across a small mistake. Link for chezchelle has two http://, making it not work if you click on it.
And to be honest, I really didn't link your leaving comments to your actually reading what I've been writing. Go figure.
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