The Endless Re-cast

I re-read the Mary Frances book. For some reason, it made more sense when I was younger!

I re-learned how to cast today. For some reason, I find it difficult. Part of it is because I knit “continental” — since my mom taught me and she learned how to knit as a child in Europe. So what’s in the book and how it’s shown to me are two very different things.

After about a half a dozen times, I finally got it. My fingers don’t always keep the tension the way they should (of the yarn — the fingers are plenty tense). But I can do it.

I did a few sample blocks to remind myself about the knitting, the purling, the garter stitch, the stockinette. So that’s all sorted. I used to love the purl stitch, but, for some reason, I found it more difficult to get the rhythm for that one back.

I’m not happy with the needles I borrowed. I don’t know where I packed my own. The larger needles, especially, didn’t feel right — I think I was trying to use too large a needle for too thin a yarn. So I unravelled it for the twelfth or thirteenth time and I will try, when I’m refreshed, again with the right size needles. When I did my initial samples with a 6 needle, it worked. But using a 9 or a 10 with the same yarn was torture.

I think I want to invest in bamboo needles, or at least wood. I like the feel better.

That’s all for tonight. Tired, and the respiratory infection is worse.

Elsa and Violet loved the knitting time — it meant they could play with the yarn. Unfortunately, Elsa also climbed up on top of me and tried to chew on the metal needles — something I strongly discouraged.

More anon — when I recover . . .

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Here I Go!

I know what you’re thinking. Why another blog?

Because none of the other blogs fit what I want to discuss here — namely my adventures into sewing, quilting, knitting, crocheting, etc.

I’m hardly an expert — more like a bumbler who really, really, REALLY enjoys textiles.

My recent trip to Iceland inspired me to re-learn knitting. I learned to knit and crochet as a teenager, from a book called The Mary Frances Knitting and Crocheting Book by Jane Eayre Fryer.

Jane EAYRE? Yes, I think that’s a pseudonym, but it’s something to research!

Traveling to Iceland didn’t make me want to buy any of the knitwear (I limited myself to a cap) — but it made me want to learn how to MAKE it.

I do love to quilt, although I don’t do as much as I’d like.

And I make some of my own clothes. In fact, I have a backlog of patterns and fabrics for a lovely spring and summer wardrobe.

So I better hop to it.

I won’t post every day — once or twice a week, probably. Will you go with me on the journey?

I hope you’ll also read my blog on the writing life, Ink in My Coffee;
the blog of poetry, Circadian Poems; the blog on books and book-buying adventures, called A Biblio Paradise; and the blog of tarot, Kemmryk.

Please join me. And point me towards other blogs of interest!