needle and bread

life with the needle, trying to make some bread

Sunday, February 05, 2006

boo-yah like the sixth grade

i can't believe that i just wrote some html code to come up with a nifty little sidebar like else has on their knitting blog. sometimes i feel so silly because i don't want to ask anyone for help. i hate feeling like i know less about something that is (now, i know) as simple as making a little sidebar. thanks to blogger's incredibly empowering help section, i know have a self-created links part on my sidebar for who i'm reading that YES! opens in it's own window. i also have a little WIP spot that i'm still working on because i can't get the spacing between the lines right. as i'm writing this, i think i've figured it out. i even figured out how to CHANGE THE COLOR OF TEXT using CSS. this is amazing. i think the help section was written by a woman -- it's very easy to understand, esp. for someone who didn't even know that html was the way you get things to look like that. (or this, as the case may be)

on a knitting note:
until friday, i am out of money, and therefore out of yarn to finish mom's sketchy menopause vest. i'm using some horrible lion brand chunky stuff i kiped from AC Moore when i worked there -- but since i made the pattern up, i didn't work out the right amount of yarn, and so, i have to BUY more lion brand yarn to finish because i'd rather let my fingers fall off than frog some knitting. it's only about a $3 investment (with that mothereffing coupon) but it's not in the budget. i can't seem to squeeze it in like the 3 balls of Nature Spun i bought. so it's on hold. for now -- and burning a hole in my knitting basket.

i'm on to knit a flower with some koolaid yarn i dyed. so excited to finished the little pouch-lette i'm making to hold all of my notions.

on a bad note:
i had to give the camera back. the one i took from the job when i quit it because i WASN'T getting paid. i took it as sort-of a golden parachute. but, my friend who works there now needed it back so i had to give it back. just because i felt bad. and she knew i had it. so pics are on hold until i figure out an alternate situation, which shouldn't be too hard considering my ability to do almost anything with absolutely zero cash.

on an up note:
manage to get the g/f's birthday off of work, so we hang out and go drinking. lack of cash means i think i might have to show my boobs for beers after the "it's her birthday" line wears off. we'll see. i'm totally joking - -kindof.

EDIT: the links aren't working. i have no idea why. help?

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

the sock of despair


Sock #1 in the incredible sock fiasco. Let me talk a little bit about my love-hate relationship with socks. Is it the dpn's? No. Is it the tiny needles and tiny thread? No. Is it turning the heel, and picking up stitches? No. I don't think this is hard if you follow the directions. Is it my incredible stupid obstinancy that I refuse to measure my feet and instead think that a pattern, gauge swatch and a prayer will give me socky goodness? Bingo.

I remember when I was learning how to knit with Honey (my grandmother) about eight years ago, she told me that knitting socks was her favorite thing to do. Not that I'd ever seen her knit socks, or my mother for that matter -- she wasn't a prolific knitter. Apparently, all my mother had ever gotten from her was a mittens when she was a kid and the afghan. (More about the afghan later). But she told me that she just loved turning the heels and that when she was first married to Grandpa (Jim, as she called him. Well, that was his name.) and he was on the road selling Frigidaires most of the time, she knit him a pair of argyle socks. I remember her telling me how hard that was, and that when she was younger, that's what you knit your boyfriend (or husband) -- argyle socks. So every time I think of knitting socks, I think of Honey and her talking about how they were her favorite thing to knit. The other curious thing is, no one seems to ever remember Honey knitting, but she told me she used to knit all the time (in the early days of the 9 children, no doubt). And that got me to thinking -- maybe, just no one noticed. Sometimes I think no one noticed a lot of things about Honey. More on this later, too.

And so, when I was in Maine and trying to SPANK everyone with my mad knitting skills because I can't hike and I can't swim and I can't tie knots or solo canoe or anything, I decided to start a pair of socks. I went to the biggest yarn store I've ever been in in Portland, ME, bought 4 colors of Lopi (rust red, yellow ochre, royal purple and turquoise -- awesome!), a sock pattern, and some dpn's and set to work. I had this idea in my head that I would knit Ember a going away present -- a pair of hiking socks. This would have been a good idea except the Lopi would have felted in her boot and I wasn't a very fast knitter and I have public knitting anxiety, so I basically had one hour of daylight every day to knit -- the socks never got finished. But don't despair, dear reader. I picked up the sock again a few short months later, turned the heel, and started knitting the foot. Did I finish said sock? No. Did I ever even knit the toe? No. Is there a gorgeous knitted hiking sock made out of the world's scratchiest yarn sitting at the bottom of my Rubbermaid? Bingo.

Why this sock issue? Why do I have 3 balls of sock yarn and NO SOCK? In my recent attempt to face things head on in my life and look only forward, I decided to conquer this sock issue. As I'm at a standstill on knitting mom's vest because of lack of funds, I began again. Looking for jobs downstown forced my into my lys and also forced the purchase of 3 balls of Brown Sheep Nature Spun -- Ash, Sapphire, andPeruvian Pink. I was inspired. I got home, dug out my Fiber Trends "Helen's Sock" pattern, and got to work (after making a gauge swatch). Not to be stopped by the loss of one dpn, I kept on going. Three days and about 7 hours of knitting later, I present -- the world's largest sock.

What the hell? I knew this sock would be too big. I knew it when I cast on 56 stitches. I knew it when I picked up the stitches to work the gusset. But in my attempt to look forward and conquer things and actually FINISH a project, I failed to realize something really important -- even though I knitted this sock for reasons other than wanting a pair of socks at the end, I still ended up with a sock. A physical reminder of all the mental googly-poogly I was thinking while knitting. And it turns out that instead of thinking about googly-poogly, I should have been thinking about KNITTING. Be in the moment, Amanda Claire. Be in the moment and not at the toe of the sock.

I might take this giant sock and try and make my dog wear it or something.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

introductions are a drag



so, this is it, i finally go myself a blog. livejournal was really getting me down -- too much crap -- and i wanted a place where i could post pictures of the stuff i'm working on (art, knitting, sewing, my puzzle!) and maybe some other stuff too. i'm going through a tricky time right with my raging underemployment killing my soul slowly but surely, so i need to do some sort of life-chronicling so i know i'm making progress, at least. plus, everyone else has a blog.

introductions all around:

that's my g/f on the top. she doesn't knit. she did teach a bunch of deliquients to crochet, tought. that's me, on the bottom, taking my own picture. that's my "good side".

in progress: dr. seuss sock. must finish pair before i start new project.


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