FO: Coral Reef hat

For the last couple of months I’ve had one of the most fabulous pompoms in my possession. I had already used a pompom just like it when knitting a gift hat earlier this year, but had been waiting for the perfect yarn before knitting myself an equally pretty hat. Just last week I got such an adorable and squishy and pretty skein of yarn in the post and immediately knew that it had to be paired with this pompom. And just like that, in a matter of days, I have a very pretty new hat!

Pattern: Coral Reef hat by Asita Krebs
Yarn: Stranded Dyeworks Merino DK in the Nougat colourway

 

 

It’s not all socks

I want to start this post by pointing out that, contrary to popular belief, I do not only knit socks. Do I hardly knit anything besides socks at the moment? Pretty much, but sometimes I do! And now I’m proving it by showing actual progress on my powder snow shawl. It is a lovely shawl and all, but not a fast knit. At the moment I am somewhere around 450+ stitches and a single cable row takes me approximately 30 minutes to get through. The end is in sight though, I’ll only do 2 more cable pattern repeats (8 rows each) before I’ll start knitting the ribbed border.

I did not exactly envision this year to be the year of socks (I had high hopes for mountains of sweaters), but alas, the other WIPs on my needles are socks. I won an instagram giveaway hosted by brand new sock blank dyer Joyance Fibre arts (check out her Etsy shop here!), and as soon as the PINEAPPLE(!!!) sock blank arrived I had to cast on. Seriously, how cute is this?? I’ve actually never knit a sock blank before, but I’m definitely seeing what makes it so much fun. I’m foreseeing much more of this in the future.


I’ve also reknit my Mash Potato sock, and although by now it looks considerably less fun, it fits. I put in a fish lips kiss heel, most importantly because at the moment I know the pattern by heart so I’m putting it in all my socks out of laziness. Then I worked the back of the leg in stockinette and voila, a perfectly fitting sock. I’m still madly in love with the fun Spectrum Fibre yarn, so cheerful (especially given the very autumnal weather we are experiencing at the moment).

One FO, one failed steek

teddy1 Let’s start with the happy news, shall we? I finished the Teddy Sweater in no time and it’s soooo adorable! It was such a lovely thing to knit, partly because of the pattern (well written, easy to follow, enough variation to keep things interesting) and partly because of the yarn (Malabrigo Arroyo is so lovely, I’ll definitely be using it again). I don’t even think I have much more to say about this FO, because I think these picture do pretty much all the talking. Cute, soft, fast, perfect. teddy2

Now let’s look at the opposite of this, the Safran cardigan I’m working on. It’s a teeny tiny baby cardigan but it’s already 1 month past cast-on now. I do have a lot of love for the project, but the colourwork was fidgety, the tiny sleeves with colourwork were fidgety squared. And in the end I was avoiding the project because I was avoiding my first ever steek, with good reason apparently.

See, when making decisions for this project I wanted to do it all, cute pattern, wearable cardigan, soft yarn, machine washable yarn, and because it was such a small project I wanted to try a new technique. Of course all of this is feasible but the most deadly mistake I made here; using superwash yarn, which I chose for many of the above reason.
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When securing the stitches for the steek with a crochet method I was so relieved at how easy it was. When cutting the steek I was so relieved how easy it was. When noticing the first stitches slipping out of their secured position, well.. let’s just say the neighbours heard a lot of swearing that evening. safran_steeked2

I steeked, I failed. The yarn is too slippery and simply will not hold. The stupid thing is I KNEW not to use slippery yarn, I did actually do my homework. But along the way factoring everything in I forgot I guess.

safran_steeked3 The good news? First of all the colourwork looks pretty neat on the inside doesn’t it? The fabric is actually really lovely after washing. Also, I think this might be salveagable. The current plan is to carefully bring the cardigan to my grandmother and have her machine sew over the edges a couple of gazzilion times. It won’t look nearly as neat finished as the pretty yellow crochet version I was going for, but I think it might actually hold (fingers crossed). As I’m leaving for the States tomorrow morning though it’ll have to wait until I’m back from my trip. I stored it away safely, so as long as the elves don’t stop by at night and start pulling it it should be fine.

And I guess if it won’t hold and it truly and completely fails, I will have learned a very valuable lesson about steeking.

A week of extremes

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Two events I knew were coming up, one deeply dreaded, one happily anticipated, happened last week.

My dear dog Duke was getting old (nearly 13 must be like 100 in German Shepherd years) and his legs were slowly giving up on him. We were still trying to make his life comfortable, trying all sorts of pain medication, but the decision that it simply was enough seemed so subjective, we were living in a grey area. When is it really enough, when do you decide he would be better off gone, is he in pain, is he still happy? Questions continuously on my mind for months. There seemed no right or wrong answer, but I did set one clear cut-off; if he cannot walk anymore it would be too much stress for him to have a joyful life. And then last week Thursday night while wandering through the house, his hind legs give up and he couldn’t get up again. On Friday there were no improvements, at his age surgery would seem a folly. So I decided the dreaded moment had come, I wish I would never have to do this but I had to say my goodbyes. 5 of his 13 years he spend with my boyfriend and me, adopted at the age of 8 as a dog that was deemed by many as better put down. Not socialised, horribly insecure, constant tail-chasing (and chewing even) and growling at everything he did not know. Well, never underestimate the ability of dogs to bounce back, to still gain trust. With a little love and patience he turned into the most wonderful, loving, sweetest and cuddly dog, accompanying me on so many walks through fields and forest (and as it turned out addicted to eating apples). Thanks for all those wonderful memories Duke, you will be dearly dearly missed.

And then exactly one week after saying goodbye I got the keys to my new apartment, the first one I ever really own. And we move on, busy with painting, packing, and demolishing. Even though it seems like such a cruel coming together of events, I’m thankful for the distraction. The idea of an association free new home is appealing, not expecting your dog to appear out of certain rooms, simply because he has never been there. Not expecting the noise of his feet approaching, because he never walked on those floors. Making a clean start, making new memories, but never forgetting the wonderful times we had.