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October 17, 2008
feeling fallish

The book stuff is drawing to a frenetic close and there is, finally, time for extra-curricular knitting. A multi-directional diagonal scarf in some handspun. Really this is a perfect project for yarns with a lot of variability. Forgiving to variations in gauge and perfect to highlight the charming foibles of handspun.


And also, my color rut showing again, though now that it's fall, it seems perfect. A baby surprise jacket in Lorna's Laces Green Line Worsted and some leftover Paintbox. Seems just right for the Northwesty baby it'll adorn.


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October 6, 2008
this week in knitting

Okay, so i've been doing my rounds on the knitblogs this week. Finally caught up enough to catch up. Always makes me feel nostalgic AND out of touch.The knitting world has been on fire, apparently, this week. First, there's this. Kay and Ann belting one out, country style, for me and for you. Sublime really. The hair! The dresses! The mantlepieces! And I keep checking their Amazon rating on their new book. Phenomenal really. Bittersweet that the book is selling so well that it hasn't actually shipped to my local yarn shop. But still, that their numbers are so good, it gives me reason to smile.

Also, another big-time knitting story: first, a bit of back story for the non-knitter. The Yarn Harlot, a.k.a. Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, is the present World's Most Famous Knitter. She knits. She writes knitting books that aren't really knitting books, but are books about knitting that are humorous. And beguiling. Anyway. Stephanie one time took a picture of Greg Kinnear, who is apparently more famous than Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, though I wouldn't know it. He's mainstream famous as i understand it. Though Stephanie, not wanting to embarass him in his white socks, when she spotted him in the airport while touring for a knitting book, wanted to prove that she had made the celebrity spotting, but not wanting to be totally embarassing, took her camera out and shot from the hip. So she began calling the action, "kinnearing". Somehow, this neologism made the New York Times. (Because there are knitters in important places apparently.) And. naturally, people picked up on this, and it got back to Kinnear, who'd been turned into a verb. And appeared on mainstream latenight television to explain it. This pleases me to absolutely no end. Kinnear even shows his own kinnearing efforts of Leonard Nimoy's calf. Leonard Nimoy was recently on Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me. It's all so beautiful, I am at odds to explain.

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