For those of you who love knitting scarves as much as I do, I had to do a blog on one of my favorite scarves to knit. A knitter told me once that a scarf knitted in garter stitch, done sideways, lays better than any other scarf. (Thank you, Cassandra). So, I set about making this scarf to see if she was right. I like my scarves to be from 80” to 90” long, and about 9” to 10” wide. For the first scarf I tested, I used one of my favorite luxury yarns. Road to China Light, by Fibre Company is a gorgeous yarn to do just about anything with. I knew it would not only look beautiful done in garter stitch, but would feel luxurious as well. My gauge was right on at 5 stitches to the inch on a size 6 needle. So, I knew that if I wanted the scarf to be 90” long, I needed to cast on 450 stitches. I used Addi Lace Clicks, creating a cable of 60 inches to accommodate the stitches I needed to cast on. I would like to note here that, if you are like I am and fall in love with making sideways scarves, you might consider purchasing the Addi-Clicks. You can create unlimited combinations for projects using the different cables and needles. Since needles are not inexpensive, it is actually a practical investment purchasing the set of needles rather than one at a time in different gauges. If you wish to take a look at the sets of Addi Clicks offered, here is the link.
I used five colors of the Road to China Light. I needed one skein of each color for the scarf. Each skein made a stripe when completely used up. The colors I used were: Peridot, Riverstone, Citrine, Camelian, and Ruby. (All of the above materials can be found and purchased on this website. Here is the link.)For the last color, I only used half the skein to make the stripe thinner, so that it acted as an accent edge to make the scarf look more finished and added something interesting. Here is the result:
I was very pleased with the scarf. It did, indeed, lay beautifully.
Continue Reading The Scarfoholic Series Continues: The Garter Sideways Scarf
Since learning how to knit at the age of ten, it is unnecessary to say that I have accumulated somewhat of a hillock of knitting projects. There have been tons of sweaters knitted just for the store alone. And, don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy putting on that finished sweater and prancing around the house, singing “I made this! I am a genius!” (Let’s face it. There is nothing like self praise). I have gone the gamut from socks, baby sweaters, afghans, and gloves. I have nurtured a healthy addiction to all aspects of felting, from dry needle to knitted felting. But, far and above everything else, I LOVE making scarves. Why, you may ask? Okay. I will tell you.
There are limitless types of scarves. It is an ideal first project. It can be a very basic design, but made out of a luxury fiber, it can be spectacular. When I am teaching someone to knit, we start with a simple scarf. But, it is my belief that using a quality yarn and great needles makes knitting easier to learn, and ends with a much nicer scarf. Continue Reading A Confessed Scarfoholic
Having owned a knitting store for over eight years now, I have met an army of knitters. How knitters feel about their knitting has been a great source of fascination to me. Knitting is so much more than knitting. It is a mirror for life and how people perceive it. I could get all philosophical now, and talk about coping skills and what not. But, frankly, all I am going to say is that sometimes I don’t get it.
When I decided I wanted to own a knitting store, my impetus for doing this was to own this zen-space that was about creativity, appreciation of luxury ﬁbers, relaxation, and personal challenge. In other words, fun. Knitting has always been a source of fun to me. I love the challenge of learning a new technique. I love working with yummy ﬁbers like cashmere or alpaca yarn. It has also always been a great source of relaxation for me.
Continue Reading Are We Having Fun Yet?
Let’s begin with puberty, shall we? Puberty is like a new star being born into the universe. It enters space with a huge explosion, creating chaos. It’s arrival affects everything in the universe, reaching into inﬁnity. After a long time has passed, the star begins to die. It again explodes with its last bit of light. The explosion is so enormous that the star folds into itself and becomes dense. This density is so great that it forms a black hole in space.
A black hole. This is menopause. Yes. It sucks this much.
I have been going through menopause myself for what feels like inﬁnity, and I have been surrounded by menopausal women at the store for eight years now. I know a lot about menopause, and would like to share my thoughts and observations.
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Since this is my ﬁrst blog, I wanted to start off with a bang. I know I am supposed to ﬁll the page with all sorts of knitting techniques and whatnot. And they are coming. Trust me. But I thought, for the ﬁrst blog, I wanted to do the social commentary thing. So, here it goes….
Ever been to an old timey state fair? You know the kind I mean. The one where there are all these women standing around all involved with their pies. They all want the blue ribbon for the best made pie. They have been making pies all their lives. Their recipes are ancient (Probably handed down by Viking women, who used to roll out dough wearing a helmet with horns on it). They know their stuff. No argument there. And there is always one lady that is all smug and satisﬁed; the one that usually wins. She is the one everyone wants to beat. Her pie dough is perfection. And, let’s face it; it is all about the dough, right? It has to be made, well, perfectly. Just light enough, just thin enough. The steps that are required are secret (probably some chanting involved). All very hush, hush. The “experts” walk around tasting the pies with authority, as if they were all trained by Merlin. They taste every pie crust with a heavy helping of haughtiness (As if they are the only experts on pies. I am thinking here that most of us could do this job pretty well. We are all pie eaters). The pie pressure builds, as they take another trip around the table to re-sample one or two (This is a complete scam right here. They are just trying to eat more pie, in my opinion). Finally, it’s down to the wire. They all huddle together. The wait is unbearable. They turn and announce the first prize, blue-ribbon. And who does it go to… the same lady again. She puffs up and struts to the table to receive her accolade. Her smugness is palpable. All the other pie makers look at her with longing. They want to be her. Each one of them feels a little less competent and a little less of a pie maker. And that is how a monster is born. We, as women, all have the pie making gene in us. Even though it may be subliminal, we measure our worth against other pie makers all the time. Whether we are baking pies or knitting. The contest is always there. Some people are so intimidated that they won’t even enter the arena. Why? Because there are women waiting there to make them feel insigniﬁcant and it really works.
Continue Reading Who Said They Were Better Than You?