And, by the skin of my teeth, the second installment of the UFO Resurrection project.
This is We Call Them Pirates from Hello Yarn. I started it for the Man around November and promptly got more interested in knitting some fingerless mitts for myself. He says he really wants to wear the hat before it gets too warm... so I have some time. We don't get 'real' summer around here until October.
Now that I've put my mind to it, though, it shouldn't take too long.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
UFO #2
Labels: Pirate Hat, UFO Challenge
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Don't come here looking for knitting...
Cuz you're not going to get it today.
Labels: food
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
SP 9 wrap-up
Labels: SP9
Monday, February 12, 2007
Kimono, by popular demand
My sitemeter referrals are showing high demand for this FO. Therefore, without futher ado, I present the Sundara Yarn Tatami Kimono.
Pattern: Tatami Kimono from Sundara
Mods: I made I-cord for the ties. The pattern calls for crocheted chains, but my crochet skills are not to be trusted, even for something so simple.
I love the colors in this yarn. Every skein was different, and though I did knit with two skeins at a time, I still got a little pooling here and there. I found myself cheering for color changes - "No, not green yet. Come on yellow - stay with me. Just a little longer!"
Labels: Tatami
Friday, February 02, 2007
Silent Poetry Reading
Jabberwocky!
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through,
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
By Lewis Carol from Through the Looking Glass.
The linguist in me loves this poem. It's all jibberish, but so onomatopoetic that you understand what he's saying. Or, go here (under glossary) to see what he really meant.