Heel:Fish Lips Kiss Heel worked over 32 sts, decreased to 12 sts unworked. The kissy fish heel (my words) look a bit funny off the foot, but I like how it looks on the foot — no short row gaps, no lines of stitches. Just a smooth transition — you can follow the line of stockinette around the bend. The pucker is created by the row of regular stockinette stitch before turning the heel.
Cuff: Approximately 5″ from floor (1.5″ above my anklet bone). 3×1 rib at approx 1.5″ from cast off for 1″; 1×1 rib for 0.5″; tubular bind off. I gave myself a bit over 4x the circumference of the cuff and used every bit of it with just a few inches for weaving the end in. The bind off may be a bit too loose but I wanted to make sure it will be stretchy. I’m sure I’ll figure out the correct tension with practice. I really like how it looks and feels. I’m not happy with the jog between the first and last stitch even though I wove through the last stitch. I’ll need to play with it a bit more. Despite these issues, all solvable with practice, I think this bind off is a keeper!
* This red is really difficult to photograph. It is a true scarlet red.
** Yes, I’m playing with my sock recipe again. It’s good to shake things up every once and a while and question why you do things you do.
Over the years, I’ve attended a lot of retreats and spinning workshops. Between the fiber samples in goody bags and the fiber from the various workshops that we didn’t have time to spin up, I have a lot of bits and bobs. A lot. Bins of them. I have two shoe boxes alone of just cotton. Another box or two of a variety of silks. The rest are anything from wool with a lot of character (yes, too coarse for this princess) to blends that contain anything and everything from silk, mohair, quivit, cashmere. You name it. Add to it the samples vendors tuck in with your orders, and you have a lot of small amounts of fiber.
What do you do with all these bits?
Ever since this gorgeous blanket came across my radar last year, I’ve been obsessed with doing something similar. Since I am too impatient to wash, dye, and spin the fiber *, I decided on turning all those workshop scraps into my own variant of the Scraps blanket. I’m using Vivian Høxbro’s Domino Knitting recipe.
And yes! I have dedicated one of my little Turkish Delight to this project. I think it is Pink Ivory. It’s about an ounce so it can take the full variety of wools from extra fine merino to a very robust primitive wool.
This will definitely be a long term project. Check back in a few years.
*I may still make a blanket start to finish from a raw fleece. Goodness knows I have enough fleeces in stash for the project.
Saw this pattern on Ravelry yesterday and I had to see how it was done. NOW. I stayed up way too late last night (this morning) to finish the sample and block it — only to wake up to the sounds of drums and singing from next door. At 7 AM. On a Saturday.
It’s a very interesting way to bulk up the yarn for the center block without weaving ends in for every block. If you work from a single skein from beginning to end, you only have the start and end tails to weave in. Very cool.
It will take a bit of practice to keep the block edges tidy. I didn’t block very aggressively because I bound off too tightly. I think strong blocking will emphasize any sloppiness at those edges too.
Still here. Still alive. Life and work just got in the way. In fact, I haven’t done much of any fiber-ing since end of June, so I really have nothing to report here. One of these days, when I have time to work through them, I’ll post pictures from Complex Weavers Seminars and the Complexity Exhibit.
My favorite aunt has been in town the past few weeks. Tonight, we were just sitting around and chatting when I asked her about one of her boyfriends from when I was growing up.
Why is this significant?
I told her that it was the visit to his family home that set me down the path as weaver. I remembered that he lived by the seaside and we went out for a weekend. It was before I started kindergarten so I must have been around 4 or so. I remember “swimming” amongst the fishing boats, with the boyfriend holding me up in the water as he swam. That was scary and fun.
But what I remembered most was the big giant loom in the living room. I remember sitting in their living room, completely in awe of this machine and knowing that one day, I want to do THAT. How big was the loom in realty? I have no idea. I was 4. What sort of loom? I have no idea. I just remembered thinking “YES! I WANT!” To this day, I can still picture the room, the loom, and that sense of awe. Vividly.
I’ve shared this story with weaving friends, my guild, but I never told anyone in my family about this, never mind the aunt that made this happen. I’m glad I had a chance to do so.