It's been quiet. Too quiet. Mainly because I've been working on a secret project that has been quite tiring. The sort of project that takes 9 months to mature.
After a miscarriage last year I've tried not to get too excited and hopeful but I hit 23 weeks on Tuesday and am well over half-way. No guarantees of course but all the scans and tests suggest things are progressing as they should and it is ridiculous to think that just by typing a few lines on my blog I am going to jinx it.
Besides, I already have my jinx project. The Debbie Bliss Alphabet Blanket. I'm only 5 rows in and already have to tink back a 187 stitch row to correct a mistake.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Bendigo Sheep & Wool Show 2009
July 16-18, 2009
I went on Saturday, 17 July with my friend Kris of whom I forgot to take a single photo -argh! Bad friend (me),
So only a month late, I decide to upload some photos that were taken on the day.
Eat your heart out J - woodfire pizza
With Charly of ixchelbunny fame
The cutest ugg boots on sale
How can I resist???
My haul from the day - fairly modest in the end!
I went on Saturday, 17 July with my friend Kris of whom I forgot to take a single photo -argh! Bad friend (me),
So only a month late, I decide to upload some photos that were taken on the day.
Eat your heart out J - woodfire pizza
With Charly of ixchelbunny fame
The cutest ugg boots on sale
How can I resist???
My haul from the day - fairly modest in the end!
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Ravelry is eating my blog
A common issue I believe.
Some recent finished objects:
Giant Peach Dress
Some recent finished objects:
Giant Peach DressKnitted out of Dream in Color Classy 'Giant Peach' for a colleague expecting a girl this September. I knitted the 6 month size but using 10ply instead of 8ply wool, so it should be good for next winter.
Heart washcloth
For one of the many, many swaps I seem to be doing now. Knitted out of 8ply Bendigo cotton in Antique Rose, it is much pinker in real life.
Heart washclothFor one of the many, many swaps I seem to be doing now. Knitted out of 8ply Bendigo cotton in Antique Rose, it is much pinker in real life.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
My child would never...
I am not going to engage on Ravelry but this is my blog and I can write what I want. Most of the time I can let things go but this really pressed all my buttons:
Delusional parents really piss me off.
The same store owner was also appalled that I had brought my two-year-old in. She didn’t touch anything except a book, but was given the stink-eye the whole time we were there .I understand that some kids don’t know how to behave in a store, but my little one knows that she is not allowed to touch yarn unless Mommy specifically gives her permission.Now unless this two-year-old is some freak of nature that doesn't drool, get bored, lick her fingers, isn't attracted by bright colours and soft textures, etc, this is nothing short of delusional. Even if little darling only touched a book, I'll make any bet that she left bent pages and/or sticky fingerprints behind - not because there is anything wrong with her but because she is a kid.
Delusional parents really piss me off.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Travelling scarf
Because I can never resist a swap, this is the first part of a 'travelling scarf' that will be winging its way around Australia and New Zealand and (hopefully!) making its way back to me. The idea is that everyone knits a section and everyone gets their own multi-coloured, multi-styled scarf.
I used 8-ply Marta's Pure Merino yarn, 4.5mm needles, 27 stitches. All rows are [P1, yo, K2tog] repeat. Simple but effective.
Because I can
Another 'scrap-yarn' hat to use up the last of the 'Earth and Fire' yarn in my stash. Off to one of the many charities I support.
Baby Surprise Jacket (take two)
The heart-shaped buttons work much nicer
And here is another version, in hand-dyed blues and with little fire-engine buttons.
(Half the girls at work are pregnant at the moment so it's a good excuse to play with this pattern)
Monday, June 15, 2009
Nemo's Garden Hat
I bought this amazing bright handspin from a Tasmanian spinner on Ravelry. It's one of those yarns that looks amazing on the skein but it's hard to knit up nicely.
I improvised a roll brim hat, knitting solid-colour garter ridges between the plain stocking stitch. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out.
It's going off in a belated swap package to the US.
Rainbow Baby Surprise Jacket
One thing I love about the EZ Baby Surprise Jacket is how a messy bit of garter knitting
folds elegantly
into a cute little jacket.
This is far from the best example of a BSJ. I love how the rainbow colours came out but had trouble sewing up the top of the sleeves neatly. I also used the wrong 'M1' - note this is what happens if you pick up a stitch between two stitches instead of doing the backwards loop.
The jacket is knitted out of out of odd balls of DK in my stash for the baby of one of my currently pregnant colleagues. Will probably replace buttons as I think the bees are a bit too much.
The jacket is knitted out of out of odd balls of DK in my stash for the baby of one of my currently pregnant colleagues. Will probably replace buttons as I think the bees are a bit too much.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Happy 3 month birthday
On 5 March, 2009 Marti Aaron came into the world, six weeks early. The doctors had finally realised that his mother Jess, who had been sleeping 18 hours/day for most of her pregnancy was not simply tired or even depressed. She had a massive brain tumour and Marti had to come out then and there if either of them would have a chance of survival.
From the very beginning, Marti refused to behave like a normal premature baby. He was far stronger and healthier than all the other babies in the special care nursery and definitely preferred being fed by dad Phill, rather than via a nasal feeding tube that the doctors had inserted. If his mum wasn't recovering from brain surgery in the same hospital, the doctors would have sent him home much earlier than 3 weeks after birth (usually premature babies have to stay in hospital until their due date).
Three months on, Jess is recovering well from her second round of brain surgery and undergoing rehabilitation treatment. The surgeon said the tumour, although large, was not malignant and he was able to get it all out. Dad Phill, who is on maternity leave from work (the HR department told him that the leave would be renamed next year to primary carer's leave) looking after Marti and big brother Josh, takes Marti to visit mum every day.
Jess is due home in a fortnight.
Marti is modelling a Elizabeth Zimmerman designed Baby Surprise Jacket knitted by the writer of this blog.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Earth and fire hat
I made this hat as a way of using up some leftover NZ Shepherd Lambswool Felted 12ply brown - and an odd orange-brown worsted ball sitting in my stash. I made up the pattern as I went and am very pleased with the result. The dark brown really frames the variegated orange beautifully,
Swappers make plans – and God laughs
I thought I was so well prepared for the green swap (on Ravelry Aussie Swappers board). I had bought a lovely skein of super soft bright green Malabrigo worsted and had two balls of more subtle olive green DK cashmerino in my stash. I even had some super-fine forest coloured 2ply merino which would be perfect if my partner was into knitting lace. I had all my bases covered.
Or so I thought.
Then I received my swap partner. A lovely girl. Who happens to be allergic to lanolin. Which is in all yarn that comes from sheep and goats (including cashmere , mohair and merino).
So much for sending her one of my three lovely stash yarns!
I knew I could just pop into Spotlight or Lincraft and buy one of the many relatively cheap cotton/bamboo/acrylic yarn blends but this seemed a little boring. And I didn’t want to purchase any more expensive yarn – I have a whole room full of expensive yarn to choose from. Surely there would be something appropriate in my vast (albeit mostly lanolin impregnated) stash.
Then I noticed something – apparently alpaca fibre is lanolin-free. Unfortunately most of my alpaca yarn was blended with rash-inducing sheep fibre. My only pure alpaca was black – meaning it couldn’t be over-died. But it set off a trail of thought. What about bunny (angora) yarn?
Some quick Googling, an email to Ixchelbunny confirming that not only was angora lanolin-free but her angora yarn had been plied with silk, rather than merino. So it was perfectly safe to send to my swap partner.
Ironically, a week earlier she had convinced me to take an extra skein of bluey-green ‘Turquoise Turtle’ angora. I am now feeling less bad about that excessive purchase.
I also made her a lanolin-free sheep. Out of acrylic yarn.
Or so I thought.
Then I received my swap partner. A lovely girl. Who happens to be allergic to lanolin. Which is in all yarn that comes from sheep and goats (including cashmere , mohair and merino).
So much for sending her one of my three lovely stash yarns!
I knew I could just pop into Spotlight or Lincraft and buy one of the many relatively cheap cotton/bamboo/acrylic yarn blends but this seemed a little boring. And I didn’t want to purchase any more expensive yarn – I have a whole room full of expensive yarn to choose from. Surely there would be something appropriate in my vast (albeit mostly lanolin impregnated) stash.
Then I noticed something – apparently alpaca fibre is lanolin-free. Unfortunately most of my alpaca yarn was blended with rash-inducing sheep fibre. My only pure alpaca was black – meaning it couldn’t be over-died. But it set off a trail of thought. What about bunny (angora) yarn?
Some quick Googling, an email to Ixchelbunny confirming that not only was angora lanolin-free but her angora yarn had been plied with silk, rather than merino. So it was perfectly safe to send to my swap partner.
Ironically, a week earlier she had convinced me to take an extra skein of bluey-green ‘Turquoise Turtle’ angora. I am now feeling less bad about that excessive purchase.
I also made her a lanolin-free sheep. Out of acrylic yarn.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Connex Sucks (part 2)
Pure coincidence but the day after I made my last post The Age opened up the can of worms about Connex and their thuggish ticket inspectors. What really struck me was the number of people who, like me, have been zealously over-penalised for making an honest mistake and now have no desire to deal with the public transport providers. I don’t understand why there isn’t a warning system where the department has the authority to issue a “warning” letter to someone who has made an honest mistake – with the additional caveat that if they are caught again within 12 months with an unvalidated ticket, etc they receive a penalty.
http://blogs.theage.com.au/yoursay/archives/2009/05/ticket_inspecto.html?page=fullpage#comments
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Connex sucks
Normally I don't bother whinging about Melbourne's public transport because, well, it's just too easy. Everyone does it and I don't want to be like everyone. And because at the end of the day I do love public transport and my train into work; I just wish there were more trains and they weren't so overcrowded.
Sadly I don't think we will ever return to the days of public ownership of our public transport because I'm sure it suits the government no end to have commuter anger directed at the faceless corporation Connex rather than having to take responsibility for decades of chronic underfunding of the system.
But Connex, those masters of unreliability, those servants of customer non-service have outdone themselves this time.
On Friday May 1 I received a letter and free daily ticket as "compensation" for the trains running late - in January. Yes, it only took those speed demons FOUR MONTHS to send that out. I can't wait to see when my compensation tickets for February, March and April arrive!
Let's set aside the fact that the "compensation" is only available to monthly or yearly ticket holders (who would have the least use for a daily ticket) and that one has to fill out a friggin bureaucratic form to get the damn ticket - which means that the majority of people entitled to "compensation" will never bother getting it, nothing says "we are slowpoke losers" like a corporation that takes four months to send out a letter.
Nonetheless I managed to hold it all together until I got to Hurstbridge station at 7.30pm last night. There were at least half a dozen ticket inspectors - far out numbering to number of passengers getting off at the end of the line - waiting to pounce on any poor sod who had forgotten to validate their ticket that day.
These ticket inspectors had no room in their life for a smile. Normally when I flash my monthly card I get a "we can see you are doing the right thing, thanks" smile. The woman who closely inspected my ticket, probably checking for forgeries merely grunted as she gave it back. I felt like a criminal who had somehow slipped under the radar.
In the olden days when I was a child, there was no such thing as a ticket inspector. Instead we had conductors who SOLD tickets to passengers, who made us feel good about catching public transport, whose presence dissuaded the majority of graffiti vandals and who could intervene - or at least radio for help - if violence occurred on public transport.
Apparently it cost too much to keep employing these conductors and the last lot were made redundant in the 1980s. Passengers had to buy their tickets from machines (which were often vandalised or broken) or inconvenient 'central' locations.
Surprise, surprise, fare evasion soared. So were the conductors reinstated? No. Instead we got the ticket inspectors whose job was to strong-arm anyone trying to scam a $3 free ride, arresting them and tackling them to the ground if need be. They were given no discretion to apply common sense - with 16-year-olds in school uniform but no concession card, the intellectually disabled and the poor sod with a half-used multi-trip card that hadn't been validated all being targeted.
In the last example, the inspector would confiscate your ticket as evidence (for the $140 fine that came in the mail) and give you a slip of paper to complete your journey. How someone in outer suburbia who was not within walking distance of a train station or "convenient central location" was supposed to buy a ticket to get into town the next day without getting a fine for travelling without a valid ticket was never explained.
I want to support public transport. I don't want to hate Connex. I don't want to have to drive because public transport is overcrowded and unreliable. I can't think of anything more stupid and wasteful than thousands of people all driving in their individual cars from point A to B when we have this big beautiful train line screaming out for more people to love it and take care of it and add a few more carriages during peak time.
What I want is a change of attitude from both the government and those running the service. I want my public transport to be run by people who care for it and the passengers they move around, who invest in the extra lines and carriages and staff required to make it a pleasure to ride and support.
Sadly I don't think we will ever return to the days of public ownership of our public transport because I'm sure it suits the government no end to have commuter anger directed at the faceless corporation Connex rather than having to take responsibility for decades of chronic underfunding of the system.
But Connex, those masters of unreliability, those servants of customer non-service have outdone themselves this time.
On Friday May 1 I received a letter and free daily ticket as "compensation" for the trains running late - in January. Yes, it only took those speed demons FOUR MONTHS to send that out. I can't wait to see when my compensation tickets for February, March and April arrive!
Let's set aside the fact that the "compensation" is only available to monthly or yearly ticket holders (who would have the least use for a daily ticket) and that one has to fill out a friggin bureaucratic form to get the damn ticket - which means that the majority of people entitled to "compensation" will never bother getting it, nothing says "we are slowpoke losers" like a corporation that takes four months to send out a letter.
Nonetheless I managed to hold it all together until I got to Hurstbridge station at 7.30pm last night. There were at least half a dozen ticket inspectors - far out numbering to number of passengers getting off at the end of the line - waiting to pounce on any poor sod who had forgotten to validate their ticket that day.
These ticket inspectors had no room in their life for a smile. Normally when I flash my monthly card I get a "we can see you are doing the right thing, thanks" smile. The woman who closely inspected my ticket, probably checking for forgeries merely grunted as she gave it back. I felt like a criminal who had somehow slipped under the radar.
In the olden days when I was a child, there was no such thing as a ticket inspector. Instead we had conductors who SOLD tickets to passengers, who made us feel good about catching public transport, whose presence dissuaded the majority of graffiti vandals and who could intervene - or at least radio for help - if violence occurred on public transport.
Apparently it cost too much to keep employing these conductors and the last lot were made redundant in the 1980s. Passengers had to buy their tickets from machines (which were often vandalised or broken) or inconvenient 'central' locations.
Surprise, surprise, fare evasion soared. So were the conductors reinstated? No. Instead we got the ticket inspectors whose job was to strong-arm anyone trying to scam a $3 free ride, arresting them and tackling them to the ground if need be. They were given no discretion to apply common sense - with 16-year-olds in school uniform but no concession card, the intellectually disabled and the poor sod with a half-used multi-trip card that hadn't been validated all being targeted.
In the last example, the inspector would confiscate your ticket as evidence (for the $140 fine that came in the mail) and give you a slip of paper to complete your journey. How someone in outer suburbia who was not within walking distance of a train station or "convenient central location" was supposed to buy a ticket to get into town the next day without getting a fine for travelling without a valid ticket was never explained.
I want to support public transport. I don't want to hate Connex. I don't want to have to drive because public transport is overcrowded and unreliable. I can't think of anything more stupid and wasteful than thousands of people all driving in their individual cars from point A to B when we have this big beautiful train line screaming out for more people to love it and take care of it and add a few more carriages during peak time.
What I want is a change of attitude from both the government and those running the service. I want my public transport to be run by people who care for it and the passengers they move around, who invest in the extra lines and carriages and staff required to make it a pleasure to ride and support.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Moebius Hug
Blogging remotely but can link photo of what I am calling a Moebius Hug (Rav link).
Other people may call it Cat Bordhi's Purl Ridge Moebius Scarf.
A Moebius Strip is a weird mathematical shape with only one boundary and one side - the purple edging along what looks like two sides was just one continuous i-cord.
I cheated by turning my scarf around every three rounds so I could knit the entire thing (even though it is called Purl Ridge). This caused a slight mess at the turn point but nothing that couldn't be sewn over and hidden in the folds of the scarf.
The main yarn is Parrot Pants BFL Aran Aquamarine. The BFL is SO SOFT and I've received many admiring comments about the yarn colour. The purple is Dream in Color Classy - Visual Purple.
It is very warm and sits nicely around the neck. I'm very tempted to keep it for myself but it's a belated birthday present.
Other people may call it Cat Bordhi's Purl Ridge Moebius Scarf.
A Moebius Strip is a weird mathematical shape with only one boundary and one side - the purple edging along what looks like two sides was just one continuous i-cord.
I cheated by turning my scarf around every three rounds so I could knit the entire thing (even though it is called Purl Ridge). This caused a slight mess at the turn point but nothing that couldn't be sewn over and hidden in the folds of the scarf.
The main yarn is Parrot Pants BFL Aran Aquamarine. The BFL is SO SOFT and I've received many admiring comments about the yarn colour. The purple is Dream in Color Classy - Visual Purple.
It is very warm and sits nicely around the neck. I'm very tempted to keep it for myself but it's a belated birthday present.
Knitted Village for sale
From the BBC:
A knitted replica of a Kent village with 100 features including teenagers smoking in a bus shelter has been put up for sale.
The model of Mersham, near Ashford, has been knitted by members of the village's 40-strong Afternoon Club over the past 23 years.
The group has raised about £10,000 for their village hall by exhibiting it.
But the creation is now to be split up and sold off because it has become too large to be transported.
I am split between admiration for the knitting and sadness that it is going to be split up and sold. This sort of artwork should be retained together and on permanent exhibition. I really hope an art gallery or museum picks it up; it's of historical as well as artistic significance.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Spotted today
A Big Issue vendor wearing one of my knitted hats. I was so chuffed to see it being used and obviously appreciated - it was very chilly this morning. It reminded me that I need to cast a few more on.
Knitting stuff
Oh yes, I still do knit. My current project is a Moebius scarf/cowl/headwrap thingermebob knitted sort-of following a pattern from Cat Bordhi's A Treasury of Magical Knitting
By "sort-of" following a pattern it means that I used the book to learn how to cast on moebius-style, knitted a round and then started making it up as I went along. I liked the look of the ribbed scarf, where one does three rounds knit and then three purl but I hate knitting purl. So every three rounds I simply do a wrap and turn, and then turn around my work and start knitting in the other direction. I thought myself very clever but I have to admit that the turns are not as nice and neat as I would like.
There's also the odd holes and odd twisted stitch - it's been years since I've had such a messy piece of knitting.
Yet I have no desire to frog this work. The folds of the rib hide the worst of it and I am planning to sew up and over all the holes. If it is still a bit messy I may add in the odd crocheted star fish. I'm using a very lovely sea-coloured (blue and turquoise) BFL wool yarn from Parrot Pants.
I'm very tempted to keep this for myself but it is supposed to be a belated birthday present for a very knitworthy friend. I asked her what she wanted and she decided (yet another) of my scarves in a "quirky" rather than classical style; with a blue base but multi-colours. So if an ocean themed moebius scarf/cowl/headwrap doesn't meet the criteria, I'd love to know what does! Photos to come once it is off the needles - it just looks like a pile of squishy wool at the moment. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
By "sort-of" following a pattern it means that I used the book to learn how to cast on moebius-style, knitted a round and then started making it up as I went along. I liked the look of the ribbed scarf, where one does three rounds knit and then three purl but I hate knitting purl. So every three rounds I simply do a wrap and turn, and then turn around my work and start knitting in the other direction. I thought myself very clever but I have to admit that the turns are not as nice and neat as I would like.
There's also the odd holes and odd twisted stitch - it's been years since I've had such a messy piece of knitting.
Yet I have no desire to frog this work. The folds of the rib hide the worst of it and I am planning to sew up and over all the holes. If it is still a bit messy I may add in the odd crocheted star fish. I'm using a very lovely sea-coloured (blue and turquoise) BFL wool yarn from Parrot Pants.
I'm very tempted to keep this for myself but it is supposed to be a belated birthday present for a very knitworthy friend. I asked her what she wanted and she decided (yet another) of my scarves in a "quirky" rather than classical style; with a blue base but multi-colours. So if an ocean themed moebius scarf/cowl/headwrap doesn't meet the criteria, I'd love to know what does! Photos to come once it is off the needles - it just looks like a pile of squishy wool at the moment. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Remembering those we love
It's been more than 5 years since my mum died but I still have to catch myself sometimes thinking "I must tell her..." Most of the times I am quite happy having conversations with her in my head - she is so alive there that I almost don't feel like she is dead, even though intellectually I know this is the case - but the oddest things can set off a wave of realisation that she is truly gone. Like this week's football ladder (reproduced below).
OMG - not only is St Kilda at the top of the ladder but they haven't yet lost a game this year. Zaida (my mother's father, my grandfather) will be so excited... oh... umm... that's right. Zaida is dead too. He died the year before my mum.
Nominally I still barrack for St Kilda but with my mum and grandfather gone, it just isn't the same. I can just imagine the conversation with them, getting so excited over St Kilda's success, wondering when the team will fall flat on its face this year, hearing for the umpteenth time about St Kilda's one and only grand final win - on Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the Jewish calendar (with so many Jews praying for them, how could they lose?), the rabbi breaking the rules and spirit of that solemn day to announce from the pulpit that St Kilda had won by a point over Collingwood...
I have trouble believing in an afterlife but I do believe that a little bit of the souls of those we loved remain with us as long as we remember them. So in my head my mum is drinking weak white tea with my grandfather who is having a mug of warm water and milk and they are having fun filling in the tip sheets for the next game of the season, wondering whether 2009 will be the year that St Kilda reigns again.
OMG - not only is St Kilda at the top of the ladder but they haven't yet lost a game this year. Zaida (my mother's father, my grandfather) will be so excited... oh... umm... that's right. Zaida is dead too. He died the year before my mum.
Nominally I still barrack for St Kilda but with my mum and grandfather gone, it just isn't the same. I can just imagine the conversation with them, getting so excited over St Kilda's success, wondering when the team will fall flat on its face this year, hearing for the umpteenth time about St Kilda's one and only grand final win - on Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the Jewish calendar (with so many Jews praying for them, how could they lose?), the rabbi breaking the rules and spirit of that solemn day to announce from the pulpit that St Kilda had won by a point over Collingwood...
I have trouble believing in an afterlife but I do believe that a little bit of the souls of those we loved remain with us as long as we remember them. So in my head my mum is drinking weak white tea with my grandfather who is having a mug of warm water and milk and they are having fun filling in the tip sheets for the next game of the season, wondering whether 2009 will be the year that St Kilda reigns again.
| Rank | Club | Played | Won | Lost | Drawn | For | Against | % | Points |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | TeamSt Kilda | 5 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 555 | 262 | 211.84 | 20 |
| 2 | TeamGeelong | 5 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 598 | 402 | 148.77 | 20 |
| 3 | TeamCarlton | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 581 | 457 | 127.14 | 12 |
| 4 | TeamWestern Bulldogs | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 520 | 471 | 110.41 | 12 |
| 5 | TeamPort Adelaide | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 480 | 468 | 102.57 | 12 |
| 6 | TeamEssendon | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 441 | 447 | 98.67 | 12 |
| 7 | TeamAdelaide | 5 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 400 | 435 | 91.96 | 12 |
| 8 | TeamCollingwood | 5 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 476 | 442 | 107.7 | 8 |
| 9 | TeamHawthorn | 5 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 490 | 494 | 99.2 | 8 |
| 10 | TeamSydney | 5 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 459 | 473 | 97.05 | 8 |
| 11 | TeamWest Coast | 5 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 447 | 488 | 91.61 | 8 |
| 12 | TeamKangaroos | 5 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 362 | 421 | 86 | 8 |
| 13 | TeamBrisbane Lions | 5 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 401 | 488 | 82.18 | 8 |
| 14 | TeamRichmond | 5 | 1 | 4 | 0 | 401 | 523 | 76.68 | 4 |
| 15 | TeamMelbourne | 5 | 1 | 4 | 0 | 355 | 508 | 69.89 | 4 |
| 16 | TeamFremantle | 5 | 1 | 4 | 0 | 394 | 581 | 67.82 | 4 |
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Irish Hiking Hat
Well officially it is called the 3AM Cable Hat by Smariek but due to the cables being identical to those used in the famous Irish Hiking Scarf, it's better known as the Irsih Hiking Hat.
It's a lovely design but it is definately a little firm on my head (I'm a woman's average) so I wouldn't recomend it for someone with a large head.
I knitted it out of Corriedale 8ply, colourway Purple Rain, hand-dyed by Vanessa at Monsoon Designs who happened to be my partner in the recent Magic Yarn Ball Sock. The yarn is one of those that looks infinitely better knitted up than in the ball. On the left are all the "goodies" that were tucked in the ball including 5 stitch markers, a shawl pin, several row counters, darning needles, butterfly pins and scissors.
It's a lovely design but it is definately a little firm on my head (I'm a woman's average) so I wouldn't recomend it for someone with a large head.
I knitted it out of Corriedale 8ply, colourway Purple Rain, hand-dyed by Vanessa at Monsoon Designs who happened to be my partner in the recent Magic Yarn Ball Sock. The yarn is one of those that looks infinitely better knitted up than in the ball. On the left are all the "goodies" that were tucked in the ball including 5 stitch markers, a shawl pin, several row counters, darning needles, butterfly pins and scissors.
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