April 28, 2004
Cluck!
Still on the subject of finding design and color inspiration in unusual places, here's the ultimate example—a knitter whose socks were inspired by her chicken. The scary part? I have no idea how I ended up on this page. Trust me; I did not Google on "sock chicken."
MaryB, since you are the Queen of Two-Color Socks (no lie, Dear Readers; you should see the beautiful black and red ones she just finished), farther down on the page there’s a passel of little two-color charts for socks. There are more on this page.
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The big event last week was the birth of the “tuteur,” what we used to call “those tall, pointy, pyramid-y things you grow vines on” until we were enlightened by one of the Kitchen Gardener magazines given to The Mysterious K by Dear Reader Janine. Here it be:
This picture is a little misleading because in actuality the tuteur is a big muthuh, three feet on each side at the base. A tallish human being can stand up inside it and not worry about getting his or her head squished into a point. (TMK offered to put me inside it. I declined.)
Although I was at work while the tuteur was being built, I was very much "involved" in its construction. Suffice it to say every time a new side was added, the phone would ring. It went something like this: Side one. Phone call. Side two. Phone call. Side three. Phone call. Side four. Phone call followed immediately by email with photo. Ya’ just want to pinch her cheeks, don’tcha?
Okay, time to vote: Cover the pointy top with copper sheet metal? Or insert a fancy wood finial in the top?
Knitting Knews
Still chugging away on the endless yellow of the Baby Norgi. Don't get me wrong, though; endless yellow or no, I'm having more fun than should be legal with this sweater, not the least of which is that it was very satisfying to bring with me to Feral Knitters on Monday something that at least somewhat qualified as fair isle. I think the best comment of the night came from Devorah. Our conversation went something like this:
Devorah: Cute! What is it? A hat?
Me: No, it's a sweater.
Devorah: I think you should make it into a hat.
Me (holding the pattern out defiantly in front of me, like a protective talisman): But it's a sweater.
Devorah: Not yet, it's not.
I was stunned silent by the idea that you could completely change your mind in mid-stream and say, feh, was a sweater, now it's a hat. Something new to aspire to...
But the best part was meeting yet another Dear Reader, Linda K, who (a) is a knitter (duh); (b) also has a corgi, although of the tail-bearing kind; and (c) lives maybe six blocks from TMK! As we speak, we are trying to set up a doggie playdate. Linda K, if you're reading this, TMK says, "Bring Miss Bossyknickers on!"