The handknit sighting...

The handknit sighting...
On the knitting front my last week was really lucky week... I met two of my nice knitting friends and I saw two handknit items... When I met Dinara on Friday she was wearing this and it was soooo lovely, I instantly fell in love, I want WANT to have one like it too... I have to figure out what to make it from though... as I already stated here the yarn selection is very poor here. I did had a yarn stored in a corner of my mind though it has way too much acrylic it it, it is a gorgeous rusty orange color (my favourite, beside white and blue)... but Dinara said she needed almost a kg of yarn for the project, and the store (a wholesale place) only sells it in 800 gramms of packages... Now, the big question is do I get two of it and have a (highly acrylic) leftover enough for a sweater for Chris, or for about the same money I buy a 1000 gramms (two package) of merino which is thinner...

As for the weekend. It was better than expected, since the may firts thing P. acts almost normal... I haven't done much because I had a debilitating terrible headache, but all that sleeping must have been much needed. I did managed to finish the back (or the front? they are the same) of the Butterfly tunic... I whish I could finish it to next week for my three days training, but that would be a miracle...

I have't give up

Blogging... I had no time to post these last few days. I was working on the translation (which is finally finshed thank you very much). Beside work and that what time I had I spent with my son. Thankfully I managed to meet with my knitting friends both was a balm to my soul... speaking of which, I feel a tiny bit better now... No, I don't know what to do, or how to solve things, but I don't want to hide at the end of the world anymore.
Back to knitting... I forgot to mention the handknit sightings of this week.
On wednesday as I was going to meet Kriszta I saw a sweater. It was handknit. I was going down on an escalator, she was on her way up. The yarn was not a big deal, creamy white and from the look of it it had a considerable amount of acrylic in it (maybe even up to a 100%). But the knitting was lovely. Short, fitted cardi it was. High waist with cables and the upper part of some diamont lace pattern. Sleeves a bit puffy and short (ish, they reached about the middle of her upper arm)... With her romantic tiered skirt, it looked very cute, it would have worth a better yarn... which is one of my pet peeves. In this god forsaken end of the world there is so hard to get decent yarn.

I have some more to report for this week, but I am just on my way out to see my son who is with his father at his summer house by the lake Venice... be back tomorrow with the rest...

Knitting Group

We have this ever so tiny group of knitters. Actually only three of us, we've met through Ravelry, but I like both girls very much. For the last couple of weeks we couldn't manage to bring all of us toogether. Yesterday I missed Dinara terribly, but met up with Kriszta yesterday, and it was a balm to my sould. I showed her my new treasures, like my new addi needles, or my love the short bamboo stuff I did the lace edging for my dress. I didn't think knitting a beaded lace in a cafe would be a good idea (nor a snow white thank top) so I started a sock from this yarn , just to have some simple and small travel project...
Work today was a complete madhouse.

back to knitting

I've read this and hit hit me in the heart. So true, so true... so let's just get back to knitting.
For the moment I am still working on the Butterfly dress. The lace edges are done, blocked. I also did a tiny swatch for the pattern of the bodice, including trying out a way to use beads withouth having to thread them on beforehand... who knows me would also know that there is NO WAY I would thread about five hundred beads and keep slipping them back off, especially with the possibility of the yarn running out and having to put the bead on a different skein of yarn... NO WAY. So I tried a new method, I bought the thinnes available crochet hook (actually I bought about five of them in different sizes) and beads that are not the smallest one, but anbot 4 mm across. When I come to a point where a bead needs to be placed I take the bead, place it on the hook the stitch from the right needle and pull it through the hole of the bead, then put the stitch back to the left needle and knit it... Problem solved. Of course it only works with a relatively thin yarn, and not so tiny beads. I wouldn't try to pull a worsted weight yarn through a 5 mm bead for an odessa hat, if I were to make it (probably will. Someday.) But for the Zephyr yarn I use, or the Rowan kidsilk haze it works just fine. Now I have about four inch knitted from the bodice.
As for the lace edge, once I figured out what goes where it was real fun to knit. Especially with this needle. Talking about this company they are my absolute best e-bay experience. They ship so fast my head spins. They have great prices, and lovely merchandice. Great service too.

Knitting made m ethink of my mom and grandma. I actually picked up the phone to tell my mom when I figured the lace out. She died about five years ago... my grandma died about two years ago, but every time I sit doen to knit I can feel them, sitting at my sides and watching what am I doing.

I am still

feeling like a tank went over me... several times. The emotional rollercoaster over the last two weeks took it's toll. Not even roller-coaster really, because there were only low, and even lower points, and no peaks. The two big blow on saturday still making me paralyzed... I am just stunned and cannot react. I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like feeling even. I am so tired. In the evenings I either can't fell asleep, because of all those thoughts swarming in my head, or I am so tired I almost faint... but no matter which one is the case I wake up at 5-6 AM in the morning and can't go back asleep...

Learned two things

over the past few days... neither of them is knitting related...
One: I am a coward. I am terrifed of changes. As much as I wish for them, whenever they are withing my reach I back off... only once in my life I did get a little push from behind to get it over with, and the step (going off to work in the bank) turned out one of the best decisions of my life... I hope I can pass this phase now, and go on fight for what I know is best for all of us.
Second: No matter what, I am alone. Nobody will fight my fights for me. I have to do it... alone. Even when there are promises, they drawn back at the last moment... not an easy thing to learn, but maybe this is what I have to deal with in this life...

I am back...

Earlier this week I spent a couple of days in the Czhech Republic. My father is a dealer of a small aircraft Lambada
and this was the annual dealer's meeting. Longish drive, but I managed to knit some of the way. I got this far on the white thank top:













The meeting was... a bit boring, but OK. It was our first. I did translated a lot. Met some interseting people, the men:women ratio was about 15:3. so I enjoyed the attention too. It is so easy to forget how does it feel...

Also, I finally figured out the pattern for the lace edging of the Butterfly dress:

Now it goes really fast.