Everyone around here is probably posting about this.
Probably even my 3-year old.
Judging by it’s frequency in my posts anyone from outside the Pacific Northwest would think it snows a lot here in the lowlands, but in fact it doesn’t and never this late. But it is just too pretty too ignore, and besides, I really like it when flowers get caught in the snow.
By the way, check it out: The Pioneer Woman. Ree takes really nice pictures and writes about life on a ranch with her husband Marlboro Man, their kids, their dogs, their horses, and a whole bunch of cows. But no knitting! Sorry. Why do I mention it in my post? Because I wanted to.
Have you seen this website yet? FreeRice
Here’s Wisp completed, and I’m pretty happy with it. The super light Habu silk mohair blend yarn is rather dreamy and makes the scarf incredibly light.
The color is funky in the first photo because I played with the image, since the scarf looked like a blur of pink mohair due to light reflecting off the mohair when the photo’s in its raw state.
There are reasons for blocking, and I don’t often block my knitting. Scandalous, I know. Part of it is that I have a 3-year old and three cats in the house, so I don’t have anyplace to lay anything out, and finally, no sooner do I wear the blocked item, it relaxes and needs to be blocked again. Why bother? Yesterday, muttering such things to myself, I blocked Wisp on a carpet and in one glance I spotted an error in my knitting (not unusual). A stitch had been caught by mohair fibers but not the silk fibers of the stitch it should have been knit by. Luckily, it happened on the end closest to the bind-off.
Here’s the close-up:
So I set about undoing the bind-off to the column I’d need to work on and undid the stitches down to the rogue stitch and worked back up again.
The gold crochet hook is where the error was:
Of course, a really good magnifying glass helps a lot:
If I hadn’t blocked the scarf, I wouldn’t have found the error until it had a chance to unravel considerably.
It’s been a long time coming, but over the past 7 years my husband and I have been on a quest to recreate my Italian grandmother’s pasta. In truth, I started the whole challenge on my own, as part of an attempt to enjoy a slice of the memorable cooking I never learned from Nana, as we grandkids referred to her. My husband (the resident Alton Brown) soon took over the project and tried as he might, he came close but never quite hit the mark. That is, until tonight. Tonight he found the right ratio of flour and egg to create the pasta that Nana made: so light that you can eat it and not feel weighted-down. I have not enjoyed her pasta since 1995, but tonight, Nana’s pasta was resurrected. The even more amazing thing is that my husband never met Nana and never experienced her pasta, he just went by my description. Pasta by Husband; marinara sauce by Rao’s Homemade; inspiration by Nana. Simply amazing. Even the Parmigiano-Reggiano from Trader Joe’s that topped the pasta was unusually fresh and smooth. Perfection!
Now if I could just recreate Nana’s bagel-like anise seed ciamella (sorry, I don’t know how to spell it), but I’ll just have to wait.
Trellis and Wisp are on a fast race to finish first, and here is Trellis hanging around in an unlikely location, the kitchen. Approximately, 60% done.
For a while now I’ve noticed that there have been a number of searches for Bainbridge Scarf resulting in people finding my blog, so here’s my second Bainbridge Scarf attempt; it actually turned-out better than the first (which is destined to be the frogged).This version was made using one skein of Cascade Sierra on US 1.5/2 mm needles. The 80% pima cotton and 20% merino wool content produced a much better result.I’m away at a remote location this weekend and moblogging isn’t going well, so that’s it for now.