My first moebius cowl

To frog or not to frog? That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the…

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What fun and magic to knit a moebius cowl. The ingenuity of knitting a long-did I say long?- beautiful piece of fabric with a twist. The pattern was Sivia Harding’s Harmonia’s Rings

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I enjoyed Cat Bordhi’s video, which showed me how to cast on for the moebius to get one twist in the round. Magic!

I didn’t pay enough attention to the part that describes how to count these double stitches. Instead of casting on 100- 200 doubled stitches, I cast on 240-480 doubled stitches. Don’t ask me how. I thought it took me a while to knit a round. So long, in fact, that I never bothered to count the number of stitches in a round. There were too many.

Because it was worked in the round, with a twist, it was hard to get a sense if what I was working on.

Now I have a beautiful piece of fabric, twice as wide and half as long. The yarn was from Zen Garden. Did I mention I ran out of yarn 2/3 through my bind off. I had some leftover sock yarn, which miraculously matched perfectly. That miracle still occurred within a mistake though.

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So now, I have a beautiful, useful cowl, which only I will know has a moebius twist. If I loop it twice around my head the twist is lost. It feels so smooshy and soft though and can also form a hood.

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Is that enough? Or do I frog? Is this a problem or an opportunity?

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Sandy’s beach

I ventured south to visit family and friends for a few days. I had a wonderful time with family and friends. Not so much with other drivers.

We’re so polite when we drive at home; everyone yields for everything: people; other cars; deer; turkeys; you name it. I have ALMOST lost my driving mojo. Instead, I’ve become more passive aggressive – I waved with a smile in at least two instances when other cars tailgated me at 60 mph. It’s just as easy to be nice. And what’s the rush.

I had hoped to run along the beach to the house we rented during the winter of 2008 on Fire Island but the bridge to the barrier beach was closed. I had almost forgotten about Superstorm Sandy but was quickly reminded by all the enormous, fallen trees. If you need firewood, head south. The sand was blown over the Ocean Parkway, which is on the barrier beach where Jones beach is. I decided to run along Jones Beach instead. But the boardwalks were destroyed by the storm and it was very isolated.
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I realized I am very comfortable being all by myself in an underpopulated area but not where there are millions of people lurking beyond the dunes. Especially since I was running where the bodies linked to the Gilgo Beach serial killer have been found. So my gut said no, I curtailed my run and headed for the hills.

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There’s no place like home.

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Back to the recipe

Sometimes you have to follow the rules.

The first batch of pignolli cookies I made, from this recipe turned out perfectly. I followed the instructions to the tee.

As I cook more and more, almost 3/7 (that’s three meals, seven days a week) I take liberties, improvise, create. Not with these babies. When I didn’t make the correct size they sunk in the middle. I tried beating the egg whites first – no good; tried lowering the oven temperature, nope. They have sunk in the middle for 5 years.

Not today though. I followed the recipe closely and it worked.

This

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Became these.

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The trick is to make them the right size! With pignolli cookies, and so many things in life, big isn’t better.

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Pay homage or rearrange

My quilting stash of someone else’s almost completed projects keeps growing. These are basically quilts that could be finished with a few seams.

My latest acquisition poses a dilemma. The quilter completed several blocks with stars comprised of two fabrics: light and dark.

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There are enough additional, partially sewn blocks to create several more. I could follow the same process and sew two fabric stars or…

20130216-101305.jpg I could shake up the remaining pieces and make multi-colored stars.

20130216-101748.jpgThen if the corner blocks were dark, in shadow, it would create an entirely different effect. You may have to squint your eyes to see the difference but it surprised me. I think it’s an excellent first lesson in color theory for me.

So sometime in the future I will have to decide. Shake it up or not? Always a good question to ask yourself.

Seeking warmth

With cold weather, I want the warmest mittens. Scandinavian countries and other northern regions have their own unique styles. I am a firm believer that wool is the best insulator. Sheep seem to agree.

We went for a several hour, cross-country ski explore last weekend when the temperature was in the teens. Here’s the view from up behind our house.

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On the trip, I tumbled, toppled and fell flat on my face – literally, when my skis came to a stop under a fallen log. At least I can get up again without a problem now. My mittens

20130215-075946.jpg were caked with snow, damp on the outside and frozen – yet they remained warn until the end of the trip. They were stranded colorwork – knit with two yarns at once, when one isn’t used, it is carried behind the work and forms a loose, double layer fabric. Plus those mittens have an additional alpaca lining. The lining felted a bit from my sweating palms, and that is part of the process. The felted fabric, think boiled wool, is denser and warm.

The thrum mittens I sent to a friend use extra strands of wool roving to add a soft, cushy lining on the inside – and they match her jacket beautifully.

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These various mittens are warm, with designs or techniques often unique to their region.

I visited the Lake Placid library the other day and stumbled upon two beautiful books about warm knitting techniques – and someone who knew me by my knitting and this blog!

The first is <a href="http:// http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js“>Twined Knitting: A Swedish Folkcraft, published by Interweave in the 1980’s. Used copies now fetch more than $50; it has become a collector’s item because it sold for $19 new. It has the history of twined knitting, techniques and patterns. I am working on a sampler mitten and live the fabric. It’s a dense, double layer, stretchy fabric.

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The texture techniques were usually worked in one color but I found some beautiful Koigu yarn while on my trip to Lake Placid and am playing with it. Some successes and some not.

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A lot of time is spent in untwisting the twist which invariably builds up. Twined is roughly translated from two-ended because when worked in one color, you knit from both ends of the same yarn. Here’s the technique, which works for me.

20130215-082503.jpg I tied both balls of yarn together like a package and secured them with a half hitch knot. To untwist, I dangle the yarn and let it unwind on its own.

Next I am going to knit and felt some Danish mittens from techniques in Felted Knits. When the temperature drops to minus ten Fahrenheit, on more than one occasion, I seek warmth – and indoor hobbies (obsessions).
Here’s a link to a filmmaker, Andrea Odezynska, a friend just told me about. She has recently made a film, Felt, Feelings and Dreams, about Kyrgyz women who returned to felt making after the collapse of the Soviet Union. This is on my must see list. Here’s a review from an early screening.

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I just have to find a baby!

Those were the exact words of the subject line in a recent email I sent to my son. Why do I have to find a baby? Good question.

He asked me to bake a King Cake for my upcoming visit. I never made or ate one before. I checked the recipe online. It’s basically a frosted sweet bread, filled with a cinnamon nut mixture. Raisins are not kosher in a king cake. Sounds easy enough, a piece of cake!

The only ingredient I don’t have in the cupboard is a little plastic baby, which is either baked in the cake, so the unsuspecting lucky person can choke on it, or placed under or on the cake. Hence the email.

King cakes are served around Christmas (named for the three kings) and Mardi Gras. The carnival version has gaudy purple and yellow frosting. I have that in the cupboard. Time to find a plastic baby.

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The chop before the storm

Preparing for a storm is different in the north country. We don’t run out to buy milk or gas. We make sure the snowblower is accessible, the generator starts and the wood is stacked.

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I split a stack of poplar the other day and it was a delight. No knotty, gnarled roots. It was very gratifying. It went so well, I decided to video the process. I imagined it would be amusing, in later years, to look back and watch myself, capably, reducing logs to firewood.

Not so much. I was capable, I did split the wood beautifully but I also grunted, breathed audibly and sniffled a lot (the temperature was in the teens). The video remains in my private library.

When I was done splitting wood, I walked down to the river to straighten out my back. The river was frozen in spots but running elsewhere.

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There were signs of summer where the snow had melted. A beachball (?) in the culvert

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My most important kitchen gadget

My kitchen is 36 square feet and I have to be very discerning about equipment I bring into it. Generally I am not a fan of single use gadgets because they have to earn their storage space. Presently my bread maker, pasta maker and soda machine reside outside of the kitchen! I rely mainly on manual labor. I don’t own an electric mixer, dough hook, fryer or toaster oven.

I’m a fan of, the critically acclaimed, Downton Abbey and am keeping current with the episodes as they are aired here. (My daughter has already finished Season 3 on the British Network.) Anyway, no spoilers here, but in this week’s episode, Mrs. Patmar advised Ethel to set timers while she prepared a meal. That got me to thinking. When did they invent timers? The hourglass had been in use since possibly the 8th century and was downsized to be used in the kitchen as an egg timer. But it was entirely visual and required the cook’s attention to realize time had run out. The only egg timers in my house are associated with board games.
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They wouldn’t work for me in the kitchen. I’m sure I would miss the end. I would look at the timer and wonder how much time had passed since the last grain of sand fell to the bottom. I rely entirely on bells and whistles. Is that a function of the our lifestyle? I generally multitask and get easily distracted by shiny things. I need multiple types of stimuli to follow time and this seems to be common. Bells ring, buzzers buzz and my iPhone does both. Even with timers, I forget things in the kitchen.

Mechanical timers were invented in 1926 by Thomas Norman Hicks and I think this is later than the third season of Downton Abbey. I don’t want to read too much about the season because I might find spoilers. This means Ethel prepared her delicious meal while watching sand fall. I couldn’t do it. Despite the gadgets and quality cookware I do own, without multiple timers ringing, my kitchen endeavors would be a disaster.

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Woman’s work

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Somewhere this week, perhaps in a medical journal, I read that couples who perform traditional domestic roles at home are happiest. I am very happy. But not traditional.

Yesterday I conquered the remainder of our, phase one, wood pile. This is wood we acquired 2-3 years ago and its time has come to warm the house. I developed a new way to shorten the logs because I was having all sorts of trouble with the chain saw – most importantly, I can’t start it the first time if it’s cold outside.

I split everything but the gnarly, root like pieces of wood, made a pile, then cut them to length with the table saw. Pretty sweet. I filled the wood box, made a nice pile for future use and am ready to attack the next phase of wood, popple (poplar) which splits like buttah. Very rewarding.

My back was a little broken and I wore holes in two pairs of wool gloves. Time to darn them and make a pair of traditional Adirondack buff mittens, the loggers, like me, used to wear.

This photo is from the Adirondack Museum.

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I have two knitting projects, one weaving project and a quilt in the works.

I’m working on a pair of bird mittens for a birding enthusiast. I was thrilled when I figured out how to flip the chart to reverse the pattern and to reverse the color scheme of the chart, digitally, with the flick if a switch. I was so clever, I forgot to knit the opposite chart on the second mitten.

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I put the mittens aside and started a birthday hat yesterday.
The loom is warped and I’m dazzling myself with an advancing twill.

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I have a lot to learn to keep happy.

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