Yes, my absence has perhaps been noticed by you, my faithful readers, but I have been out adventuring and entertaining these past weeks. Any time I could have spent knitblogging I actually spent knitting, and that is what it is all about, no?
The month of August has brought non-stop creative adventures as well as non-stop entertaining (I am afterall the flexible freelance writer who is home all day and available to keep guests occupied). The first week of this month I spent in Glasgow with one of my closest girlfriends being a lady of leisure hot on the decorative and architectural trail of Charles Rennie and Margaret MacDonald Mackintosh as well as galavanting (meaning puddle jumping) about the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh.
While in both the first and second Scottish cities, Lisa and I stopped by several LYSs, Marjory's (south Glasgow) and K1 (Glasgow and Edinburgh). If the Glasgow style were not enough to spark my further creative endeavours, than K1 did. I am now incubating a book idea thanks to these braches of a fantastic LYS concept, the yarn boutique.
With rows of wee buckets affixed to the walls, K1 quirkily and uniquely displays its unique wool selection. Scrummers. The Edinburgh shop is twice the size as its Glaswegian mother and boasts friendly sales assistance who also immediately invite you to pull up a chair and wip out your WIP. Unfortunately, there was a knitter down: Lisa had slammed her right index finger in a toilet stall door, so we left our projects at home. Too bad, too, because there were some homemade cookies....
Two days after my adventures up north, Matthias and I received Tine and Bernhard, my sister- and father-in-law for an extended weekend. I am thankful knitting soothes nerves. Now our best man, Erik, has come from Germany to spend his two-week vacation with us. And although we visiting a fair share of August's cultural itinerary, there are moments when the boys want to go out and do boy things (like motorcycling and golfing) which provides me with a little working and a little knitting time.
Yesterday we trapsed around the Northern Quarter here in Manchester and today we went to Liverpool to see the Klimt show at the Tate. Both days, Sabine Geschwandter's new book, KnitKnit, kept smiling at me at various book and gift shops. Guess that will go on the wish list.
My darling sister-in-law Jen and brother Beau sent me a belated birthday gift. But the best things come to those who wait. In the beat up box fresh off the plane from the States, I was surprised to find a gorgeous Lantern Moon-esque palm leaf bag, a couple knitting mags and three balls of some funky chunky yarn. Finally, a proper knitting bag:
I just managed to finish the Bigga Baby Blanket in time for my sister-in-law Tine to cart it back to Germany for our girlfriend Conny's new bundle of joy, Clara (no, I didn't want to ship it...I want to spend my money on more yarn). Wow, come to think of it, it is another original BrittKnit design.
Yipee! I am finally getting published in my favorite knitzine. With much hope and a lot of help from friends and strangers alike, I researched, drafted and polished an article on starting your own local community knitting project. The article is based on a project I put together while living in Vancouver, BC, and interviews I carried out with community knitting mavens Ann Rubin from afghans for Afghans, Amy Berman of Mother Bear Project and Mary Colucci of Warm Up! America. I thank them all sincerely for the work they are doing and for their contribution to the article which will hopefully inspire and empower readers to make a difference in their local communities.
Alas, I only have one project on the go at the moment and I am feeling the need to start a few more...perhaps a sexy purple shrug with the Debbie Bliss Silk Cashmere in the most sensuous of plums which appears to be a trend color this fall.
But Bearski's Caribbean Socks are coming along quite nicely and the pain that I once felt while doing my first sock as subsided with the valuable guidance of Ann Budd. I have added a few photos. Next to Budd's book, the finished sock doesn't look that big, but for comparison's sake here is a photo of the sock next to my left hand. My husband truly has pedes of legendary proportion.
Now I think I understand why so many knitters are hooked on socks. Quickly knit, useful, and one a basic pattern is memorized, easily cutomized.
Knit well. Knit often. And read my article come September 1st!