Sunday, June 27, 2010

Hills, Mountains, Beasts and Buttes

A few more pictures of the latter part of my Denver trip, during which I worked very hard on my boxers and shawls (as there was not much else to do):

Beautiful, if not desolate, hills west of Cheyenne.

Encounters with dangerous beasts.  Thankfully, I know how to wield a US #3 circular needle.

Exploring the rugged countryside with expert mountaineers.

I felt deeply that something was missing in this picture, and have identified it as a fast-food restaurant.  You have no idea what I mean until you read the sign that says, "Next Rest Stop, 56 miles," only to realize that the last one only had a bathroom and some lovely brochures.  Which really do taste lovely, by the way.

Now get ready...

My little wilderness guides watched my boxers taking shape throughout the few days we spent together, and when I left, I had just picked up the stitches for the waistband.  Perhaps it's just as well that they didn't see the final product.  But now, thanks to the discerning eye of QueerJoe, we have some photos of them that ain't half bad, if I may say so.

I'm not kidding when I praise Joe for his photographer's eye.  The first photos of the seat of these shorts looked more like diaper-butt than anything, but some awkward posing and a persevering eye turned a huge bummer into a total asset.  (I can hear you groaning right now.)

Are these perfect? Nope.  But I wouldn't mind answering the front door in them, so long as I can recreate these poses.

And no, they don't itch.

Friday, June 25, 2010

The Wild, Wild West Part Deux

Happy tyke gets off plane and races through Denver's new airport on the speedy moving sidewalks and escalators.  He takes a few detours on the way to maximize sidewalk coverage.

The architecture is beautiful, but the old art museum building strikes him as strangely somber. 

He narrowly escapes being slowly and painfully digested in the many stomachs of two very, very large cows.

He takes refuge in Denver's public library, only to discover more escalators.  More frolicking ensues.

He finds fascinating yarn stores with pretty yarn that sings when he walks past it.

He knits with the natives, falls in love with them, and when he is counting his stitches they steal his camera it.  

Stay tuned for part the third of this epic and somewhat disjointed drama based on real life events.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Super Sexy Shawl Reveal and Traveling Knits

I got the okay from Stephen West to reveal the shawl I just mentioned in my previous entry.  So here it is:

Yep.  That's super sexy me modeling my super-sexy Pagona Shawl by Stephen West.  I knit it in Schaefer Yarns' Anne, which is a fairly small gauge, so this took forever.  My bad.  I specifically wanted it in this color.  But the good news is that I'm 100 percent sure that this shawl fits the bill for my 10 Shawls in 2010.  In fact, it counts for one of the 500+ meters shawls.  Woot!

And here's the full pic that by now has become famous for its perfect model pout:

You may see the edging looks a bit like a picot edge...that's totally due to my ineptitude at wielding lace blocking wires. 

To respond to Anonymous's comment on the previous post, I will chalk it up to a teachable moment and retort that there is nothing the h*ll going on with the center line of my not-Autumnal shawl.  Maybe you haven't knit a shawl before, but that's where the blocking comes in.  I may get funky edges, but I'm sure the center column will be just fine.  
And I love you all.

Speaking of that shawl, lemme segue (pronounced seg-way, I looked it up and believe I spelled it wrong earlier today) into typing about my Denver excursion a bit.

The not-autumn, not spinally-challenged shawl traveled with me to Colorado this past weekend, and it had a nice time.  It is the Traveling (Wo)Man Shawl, and I have decided that the colors, while not autumnal and not particularly fruity, are definitely of a natural, vegetation-sort of coloring.  Some of it reminds me of the citrus fruits, while other parts more of guava or melons; the overall effect, however, melds to something else.  The picture here does not capture the colors at all, but I had to demonstrate how it traveled.  My apologies to the photography police.

Two other projects traveled with me to see the sights of Colorado and Wyoming, including the resurrected Evenstar shawl

and my Men-Who-Knit knitalong, super-sexy boxers.  
At least they were pretty sexy before I washed them.  I will post photos of them when I can.  For now, proof that I made progress, intended to add to the final magic of a garment taking shape:

This picture was taken after I knit with a few of the guys from Men Who Knit out in Denver (I send all my love), and during my family reunion in Loveland the next day.  When I had met most of the people there were to meet, I found a sit-able rock and worked away at my sunburn and my shorts.  I loved meeting my cute little cousins:

"What are you doing?"  

"I'm knitting."

"Cool!  He's knitting!
...What are you knitting?"

"You get three guesses."

Guesses made, differing with each person.

"They're boxers."

"Cool! He's knitting boxers!"

I got to hang out with my cousins over the course of the weekend and show them the progress on the boxers.  By the time I said goodbye on Monday, I had gotten the shorts nearly to recognizable form.  I have hopes that maybe there will be budding knitters among my cousins.   You never know.

As for the family reunion, no, it was not on a ranch.  Yes, there were cowboy hats, but no cowboys.  There was, however, a children's water playground, which was a wonderful salvation after a very hot walk with Dad to the LYS in Loveland.  I didn't see age restrictions posted at the playground, and some of us never grow up.  The proof: A photo I found at the reunion of my grandmom at 74 years.

Miss you, Grandma.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The one before another trip...this one in a plane!

Tomorrow the plan is to get up at some ungodly, anal-retentive hour so that I can wait for a few hours at the airport, so glad I deprived myself of sleep so that I can sit in an airport lobby, too tired to knit.  Or maybe I'll be a good sport and play on the moving sidewalks.  (Okay, definitely the moving sidewalks... Just how many times is the critical question.)

Eventually, I hope, the plane will deliver me safely to Denver, where I get to frolic before meeting up with some of the native knitters.  The rest of the weekend promises to have lots of those fun times with very extended family that I may have bathed with known as a child but would never remember today even if someone told me everything about them.  Which I'm sure mom will do...

I'm packing my shorts--the ones I started to knit, that is--and my Evenstar shawl, as well as the Traveling Woman shawl, half because it is named "traveling."  And it's that lovely yarn I blogged about recently.  Having worked with it a bit, I take back what I said about it looking like autumn.  On the needles, it reminds me of grapefruits and limes and cantaloupes, but not autumn.  I'm enjoying this bizarre experience of knitting with something predominantly not blue-green, even if the green is the whole reason for having this yarn.

My super-secret knitting is done, so I feel I have a clear conscience picking up my WIPs from their deep slumbers.  I managed to finish four projects for Stephen West's upcoming pattern collection.  Woo-hoo!  Since I'm so short on pictures today, I've included a super-sexy teaser shot from a very disappointing photo shoot.

Having finished lots and lots and lots of small-gauge stockinette (I picked the yarn for the color, and had to suffer because of it), I happily cast on a lace shawl in worsted weight yarn as consolation.

The yarn is a beautifully vivid green, and I've had it for a while, hoping to find a lace that I could use with it.  I think I've found one.

Talk to you after Colorado!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Oh. It's autumn!

Did you ever look at a skein and wonder how the beautifully handpainted colors would interact once knitted?  Several weeks back I had some times when I was facing such a question.  I was knitting in the yarn store while this skein continued to sing like a siren to me. 

I was enchanted by the green and challenged by the salmon pink (as I call it, anyway)...and soon I had put back the yarn I had originally intended to purchase in order to buy this one skein.  

Isn't it lovely?  But the colors mystified me.  

So, eager to see the outcome, I wound it on the ball winder.  

And as I looked at the finished cake, I thought aloud, "Oh.  It's autumn."  

And that was that.