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Archives for October 2007

La Durrow!

October 31, 2007

Is complete!

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I finally got around to joining the arms to the body, and from then on, finishing was a breeze. Especially since I was sick and had so much time to sit around and make yoke decreases. Boy, did I catch up on the TV I’d missed while being away.

Specs:
Pattern: Durrow, by Jodi Green, available free
Yarn: Lamb’s Pride Worsted, color kiwi, six skeins used
Needles: 7US to gauge 18st/4in

Mods:
I had read on blessed Ravelry that some people didn’t love the fit of the neck, that it was a little wide, and I didn’t want to start messing with arm-hole and sleeve shaping, so I did the whole thing in the round, joined the arms and body at the armhole, knit an inch, then decreased for a raglan every other row until it looked right. I did a neck a la Elizabeth Zimmerman’s Knitting Workshop, raglan style. Turned out to fit her perfectly, and I’m thrilled.

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She chose the color, and while it’s wild and some people couldn’t carry it off, it looks perfect on her. Color is more true in this picture:

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She likes it! She really likes it! Plus, it makes her look like she has guns. Not that she isn’t muscular, because she IS. But her shoulders look BUILT under those cables. Yep. Sexay.

In other, sadder knitting news, I wound up a skein of that lovely orange cashmere I bought in New York. My splurge. I cast on for a lace scarf. I am trying to learn to love the lace. I can DO the lace, but I don’t love it. And I see all these other knitters who rhapsodize over knitting lace, their faces brightening, their fingers quivering, and I want to feel that rapture. So I was trying.

I cast on, didn’t like it, got another needle, tried again. Went twice through the opening repeats. I was liking it. I left my knitting on the table. I took a shower. When I got out, Clara had strewn the whole damn ball all over the house, pulled it into little bits, all 400 yards. Hopelessly tangled. And it’s lace-weight, so it’s just impossible.

I have to admit, I cried. Contrary to what one reader thought (comment deleted), we don’t have enough money to be profligate — hell, we barely have enough money for beer! I had to work an 18-hour overtime shift just to be able to go on the trip, and I had a strict and small yarn budget. Those two precious skeins of cashmere were just that to me: Precious. And Clara DESTROYED one of them.

However, my wife has a certain level of ADD when it comes to things like tangles in cords, wires, and yarn, so she might be able to save it. I have written it off in my heart, or the hope would be too great, but I will pass the mess on to her and see what she can do.

BAD CLARA. Strangely, the only yarn she’s EVER gone after is cashmere. She destroyed another, cheaper skein once, not that precious, and she ate the arms and ribbing off a thrift-store cashmere cardigan. She never bothers my other knitting. I. Was. So. Mad. At. Her. Words cannot express.

And I even brought her a present from Rhinebeck! A border collie (which she loves loves LOVES).

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Can you see it? She’s dreaming of cashmere…..

So I’ve given up the lace for now, and I’m casting on for Ariann, by BonneMarie Burns, in some grey Rowan Kid Classic that I’ve had in the stash for at least five years.

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The Results Are In

October 30, 2007

Oh, my dear readers. I did not win the romance competition. Here’s who did. But I can honestly say that when I found out, I was a tiny bit disappointed, but not surprised. My book was a first draft of a Nanowrimo, for pete’s sake! The disappointment faded REALLY fast, though, probably less than a minute. Thank goodness. That’s how I thought it would go, but you never really know, do you?

And now, the best part, I get to take it back from them and edit the daylights out of it, make it mine again, and send it out! As a national competition finalist! Plus, I get five hundred smackeroos just for making it that far! See? Reason to celebrate! Yay! (Also, Trust Me was the one I hoped would win — it’s great. You should go back and read those two chapters if you’re bored.)

Thanks for reading, and thanks for believing, and I’ll let you know when it’s ready for reading again. You will get to read more about Abigail and Cade, never fear.

(Did I ever tell you why I named him Cade? I had a really good friend in undergrad, a guy named Cade. I thought his name was SO cool. He finally admitted to me one day that it wasn’t his birthname — he’d been David for a long time. But he was an addict, and spent a long time cleaning up, and when he got clean, he was dating a Harlequin romance writer. The character she was writing at that time was named Cade, so he took it, and re-wrote himself, and made it a legal change. Cade was a good man, and last I heard, he still is.)

Nanowrimo’s almost here. You doing it? (I think I am, but I’m scared this year — want to work on something totally different, and I don’t feel ready. Deep breath.)

Me, I’m still sick! This is ridiculous. I’ve been diagnosed with a sinus infection, so I’m on antibiotics for that, and I hope to feel better really soon. All I’ve been doing is sleeping and knitting, and while that’s nice, I’m getting bored. A hopeful sign, I think. Also, I have that Demi Moore/Kathleen Turner voice when the voice chooses to work at all, so I should really re-record our answering machine message right now.

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Whining, Knitting, Pictures

October 26, 2007

*Edited to add: The Whoreshoes will be appearing on Girl Meets Cowboy on Sunday night! Look up your showtimes; it plays on the WE channel. They’ll be at the rodeo or the hoedown or whatever it is they’re having…..

Whining, Knitting, Pictures.

In that order.

102.8.  That’s how high my fever got before it broke. This flu is seriously kicking my ass. I haven’t done a single thing in almost three days; I’ve just been lying around being pathetic, with chills, shakes, fever and headache.

Yesterday Lala had to assure me that I was a fun person. Because I’d stopped believing it.

(I just looked around at the menagerie to see which animal was whistling through its nose. It was me. Sigh.)

So. Which one of you Rhinebeckians gave this to me? And how long did it take you to get better?

No, I believe more that I got it on the plane, or somewhere in New York, holding on to rails in the subway, pushing elevator buttons. I always mean not to hold the handrails, and then I do on accident. Then I mean not to touch my face or eat anything until I wash my hands and then I forget. Surprising I don’t get sick more often. Then I took a virtual red-eye back home and stayed up for almost 24 hours, which just depleted any germ-fighters I  had left, and wham, here I am.

I’m feeling a bit better, though. Fever down to 101 or just below, which by now feels almost normal.

Let’s talk about knitting for a moment, shall we? Something we never do around here anymore, so this should be fun.

I left Rhinebeck SO INSPIRED. What a great and wonderful gift we all possess, being able to knit, don’t we? There are so many things to make! To create! To spin! And I’m stuck here with Lala’s Durrow sweater, right at the point where I need to join the sleeves to the body and start making some decisions. I don’t think I’m smart enough at the moment to make those decisions so I’ve put it off for a while. Maybe later today if the Tylenol holds.

But I’m already thinking: what next? I do this every year — I have a knitting slump through the summer — who doesn’t? I feel I’ve lost the mojo. Never making a sweater again. And then I get this itch, this familiar feeling. I actually lie in bed at night and fantasize about shoulder shapings and stitch patterns.

I just read the latest Vogue Holiday Knitting issue (Lala brought it to me last night, kind wife that she is), and I like two things: That crazy little reindeer number and that silly Debbie Bliss colorwork cardie. I don’t love either enough to make them, I think (although I’d buy that reindeer sweater and wear it joyfully — I just don’t think the humor would sustain itself through the effort, do you?).

But it reminded me of what I REALLY want to make. My mother was in Denmark (I think it was Denmark, at least — my memory is bad) in the sixties (probably the sixties) and commissioned a true fair-isle sweater, lovely green and white, traditional patterns to the village she commissioned it in. I want to borrow it and copy it in my size. Wouldn’t that be cool? I think it’s time.

Enough about that. What about a few pictures before I go nap again?

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Me and a tree! A red tree! So exciting.

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Me and my Michelle, and proof that I wore Cromarty.

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Even if the rest of us bought a lot (3 POUNDS of rainbow fleece?), this is proof that La Brainy bought a whole sheep.
[Aside – Michelle, Alison and I are all aghast at the fact that we didn’t get one picture of the three of us together — did anyone else get one of us? Please?]

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JStrizzy’s first real yarn! HA! We GOT her and made a spinner, and a very fine one, indeed. She has the knack. (Sucka!)

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Me and the It Girl herself, Jes, of Ravelry fame, at the pre-Rhinebeck-Ravelry party which was unofficially held in their hotel room. She is a doll, and I’m happy to report that Ravelry will take over the knit-world. As it should.

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Maia, who made it all possible, really.

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Just pretty. I should have brought some home to Lala. Instead, I brought her a pastrami sandwich from Katz’s. Yes, really. Oh, yeah.

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I don’t know who she is, but I love her.

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HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Best bunny face EVAR! He looked even more like a little old grumpy man in person. Tremendous.

And now, kiddos, I’m plumb wore-out. Back to bed. Hope you all are well, and GET YOUR FLU SHOT. No joke.

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October 24, 2007

I have the Yarn Crud. Or New York fever. I don’t know what I have, but I feel like crap, and I’m back at work less than a day after arriving home. Bleah. Not quite sick enough to warrant blowing hours to stay home, but not quite well enough to feel okay sitting here at work. I believe it might be going around the Rhinebeckians. But what a way to go.

Clara loved her border collie stuffed toy. Lala loved her spindle. I loved my bed. (And catching up with TiVo, yay!)

And that’s all I got, folks. No pictures, too tired to get it together. Soon. Forgive me if I owe you an email — I owe many.

https://rachaelherron.com/i-have-the-yarn/

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Dear Lala,

October 22, 2007

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Dear Lala,

I know you said I had to buy yarn. I know you encouraged me to have fun and bring pretty things home. But it is possible that this is all the yarn I bought. In fact, I think that’s true. And those little purple skeins were only two dollars each at the Morehouse party. The deep orange ones say they’re cashmere, but don’t believe it — I think that tag just got stuck on them somehow. Accidentally. And that border collie doesn’t count — it’s a gift for Clara. You know how she likes to carry stuffed animals around and gather them all onto the couch.

So I might have let you down a little bit — I didn’t buy much at all.

But if Stephanie writes to warn you, don’t believe her. She lies.

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You can tell that those three pounds of Spinner’s Hill merino are not mine because they match her so well.

Right? That must be hers.

I might hold on to it for her, though. If I can get it in my duffel bag for the flight home…..

More later, lovey, the internets are too slow at the Super 8 (which isn’t that super, it’s merely adequate), so for now, a picture of me and my friend, the turning leaf:

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Kiss the dogs and bump Digit’s head for me, and I’ll be home soon,
Love,
Your thrifty wife who might have a lot of really freakin’ bright fiber.

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New York!

October 19, 2007

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I have been in New York for three days. I love this city. I love, love, love it. Isn’t it a cliche? The writer HAS to love New York (only I know writers who don’t). But I thought I did, and I was right.

This is the longest span of time I’ve spent here — the previous two times I’ve been through Manhattan were also attached to yarn things (Maryland Sheep and Wool, specifically), and I only spent a day in town both times.

But this time, I’ve had time to really see the city, and it does not fail me, even though the humidity is at seven hundred percent or something. Man, hot and wet in New York is like nothing else — it’s like the tar of the streets hangs from your skin and the exhaust coats your lungs. I don’t love that so much.

But that just meant that yesterday, the day I had to myself, the day I wanted to woo the city and it ended up wooing me, I had to slowly to beat the sweatiness — had to stop frequently for an iced coffee here, an iced tea there.

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I’ve been staying with Maia and Brooke at the most amazing apartment in the whole world — it’s her father and step-mom’s place, and her dad is the famous Paul Discoe and designed the whole thing. In Cooper Square, it has amazing views of the city, and for the love of pete, it has a contemplative garden. Indeed.

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    These are really big rooms, if you can’t tell.

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    The oh-my-god tub

So yesterday I woke up, had coffee with the girls, and started walking. I walked down St. Marks (yes, we’re on St. Marks — just think!) and saw a cafe that looked perfect, people eating outside, dogs at their feet. I hadn’t even planned to have a sit-down breakfast; I was just going to grab a bagel, but this was great.

The waitress brought me eggs and toast and orange juice and a cappucino, and I watched these two men talk. They moved between English and Spanish, and they looked totally happy.

And they were so friendly! They talked to everyone, and everyone talked back, and six of us at nearby tables got in a conversation about their gig they’d played the night before. They are both guitars players, one from Brazil, and one from Uruguay, and they’d had a magical session at a close-by club, and they’d never gone to bed, just wandered and ended up at this cafe, reliving the night.

The Uruguayan, Oscar, had seen me scribbling in my book before my food came, and he asked if I was a writer. I said yes, and he said he was, too, and wasn’t New York the best for inspiration? Yes, I said, it really was.

He asked me what I wrote.

Then I had this amazing moment. I said I wrote books. "I have a novel that’s being read by Simon & Schuster right now, in fact."

He nodded and said, "Of course, that is why you’re in New York."

Holy cow! It’s true! It may never be true again, and it’s only true until the 30th of this month, but right now I can totally say what I said, and IT WAS SUCH A THRILL.

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    Oscar and friend

I rode that moment the rest of the day — I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge as a writer, and walked back, looking at the city as writer.

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I walked through the East Village into Greenwich Village on a cloud of delight. A cloud of hot, sticky delight, but delight, nonetheless.

I made friends with the owner of the Stonewall Inn and had a Manhattan.

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    In front of the poster of the first gay pride march/riot.

I walked past a huge line of people queued outside a store, so I got in line. I figured that many people had a real reason to be there, and it turned out I was right — it was the Magnolia Bakery, the two cupcakes I bought and ate in the park across the street were amazing.

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Michelle came into town and picked us up for a drink — we went to St. Mark’s again, and she showed us the most secret wonderful bar ever, and then she took me to Brooklyn, where I had one of those perfect, never-forgettable meals (oh, lamb shank with herb-infused gnocchi and spinach, how I love thee) with fantastic conversation and fast-flowing wine. I believe the restaurant was called Chez Oskar or something like that, so it strikes me that my day was book-ended with meals involving an Oscar.

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    On the Brooklyn Bridge

And today, we’re taking the train to Rhinebeck! O, glory-beaming New York Sheep and Wool. CanNOT wait. But sad to leave the city so soon…..

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    At Katz’s. I don’t even like pastrami, and this was the best sandwich I ever had.

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