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Archive for February, 2007

Of Finished Objects Past

Don’t think I ever posted this bad boy complete. I really love it. In the summer, it’s a delightful wrap, for those chilly evenings out on the town. For the winter, it’s a monster scarf, super cozy, for those chilly days out on the Arctic Hellscape.

Pattern: Lady Eleanor’s Shawl, by *** from Scarf Style.
Yarn: [...]

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Now *That’s* an Arctic Hellscape!**

**And I am a pink nightmare.
A glorious birthday at the Buffalo Marina. Somebody wanted to see the pack ice. The pink hood is a bit much for day to day wear. But visiting pack ice? With a windchill of a gajillion below zero? We love the giant pink hood!
Conservatory water, Central Park, NY. Bleak. But [...]

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This is What I Do

So finally, finally, the WooLee Winder and I have clicked and we now make oh, so happy yarn together. But what’s this?

What is this lopsided business? What the? The WW is supposed to allow for maximum bobbin package. This lopsidedness will not do. Nathan has suggested bending the eye of the winder a wee bit. [...]

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Preview

This is a pound:

This is a pound broken into little pieces. So as to achieve maximum stripeyness. I just like that word. Stripey. Stripeyness. Stripetastic. Stripey. Stripey. Stripey. Heh.

This is five pounds:

Kill me. Kill me now. But so pretty!

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Purple Fluffy Stuff

Four ounces, or so, of wool/mohair from Puckerbrush Farms, from mds&w, May 2006. Was hoping to ply, but only have 640 yards of singles. Would like to get a lace scarf out of it.

Yes, that is a glimpse of Satan’s WooLee Winder. Still trying to love it. But we made some angry yarn together … [...]

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Last Year

Did we ever talk about the October Storm? Do we really need to?

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Catching Up

Ok. Here is the delightful Maple Leaves Scarf crafted up for the Mother for Christmas.

My first genuine lace mohair knitting. I find mohair to be sticky. Knit in Buffalo, on airplanes, in New York. A good example of doing a bit a day, and starting early enough, and eventually it got done. The only real [...]

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Silent Poetry Thing.

Daddy Fell into the Pond
by Alfred Noyes
1952
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then
Daddy fell into the pond!
And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
“Give me the camera, quick, oh [...]

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