Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Non-Edible Brioche, Other Works in Progress
Non-edible Brioche and Other Works in Progress
There's been a lot going on at home -- prodigals returning to the fold and the like -- but I have managed to make a little progress on several projects. I have one sleeve left to do on the brown bolero, I knit a few rows on the sparkly Shadow Shawl, I got the heel turned on the second sock of my current pair of Smooshy socks, and I started a Brioche stitch scarf for a friend whose winter scarf got eaten by his cats over the summer. (I guess once you lick your fur enough, you develop a taste for fuzz -- ?)
At any rate, I hope this Brioche does not get eaten. The front is in terra-cotta Malabrigo worsted, and the back is in Kathmandu Aran tweed in a deep loden green with reddish-orangish flecks. At first I wasn't terribly fond of the colors -- I chose them to match the recipient's new winter coat -- but I'm finding that the subtle variegation of the Malabrigo looks rich, deep, and beautiful against the duller green background. It reminds me of the colors of the rocks at Garden of The Gods in Colorado Springs.
Travelogue
Speaking of Colorado Springs, I traveled there several years ago with my sister to pick up a purebred Smooth Collie puppy she had bought from a breeder. (Smooth Collies are the classic Lassie dogs, only with short hair). We stayed in a motel we'd booked on an Internet site, choosing the cheapest option because we were traveling on a tiny budget.
The motel was like something out of Planes, Trains, and Automobiles: the decor was Early Crummy Motel, the carpet was dirty indoor-outdoor blue, and there was mold on the acoustic ceiling tile over the vanity area. We soon found that something was wrong with the TV; although the switch seemed to be in the "off" position, there was still sound coming out of the speakers. Try as we might, we couldn't shut it off, so we did the only thing we could do: we put our pants over the TV to block as much sound as we could while we tried to sleep. (We now refer to this fondly as "the time we had to pants the TV").
Before we pantsed the TV, we were watching the local news, which reported that a child molester had been apprehended the night before, with a child he'd abducted and held at that very motel. It was all too Norman Bates.
Despite the eerie sound emanating from the TV, the creepy motel, and some interesting driving forays -- we're both severely directionally challenged, and the map the rental-car place gave us was reduced to microscopic scale -- we had a great time, in part because we had a perfect, sunny November afternoon at Garden of the Gods. See the pictures above.
KnitBlat's rule of sock knitting #1: If anyone is looking at your feet so closely that they can see the teeny mistake you made in the ribbing, you have a bigger problem!
There's been a lot going on at home -- prodigals returning to the fold and the like -- but I have managed to make a little progress on several projects. I have one sleeve left to do on the brown bolero, I knit a few rows on the sparkly Shadow Shawl, I got the heel turned on the second sock of my current pair of Smooshy socks, and I started a Brioche stitch scarf for a friend whose winter scarf got eaten by his cats over the summer. (I guess once you lick your fur enough, you develop a taste for fuzz -- ?)
At any rate, I hope this Brioche does not get eaten. The front is in terra-cotta Malabrigo worsted, and the back is in Kathmandu Aran tweed in a deep loden green with reddish-orangish flecks. At first I wasn't terribly fond of the colors -- I chose them to match the recipient's new winter coat -- but I'm finding that the subtle variegation of the Malabrigo looks rich, deep, and beautiful against the duller green background. It reminds me of the colors of the rocks at Garden of The Gods in Colorado Springs.
Travelogue
Speaking of Colorado Springs, I traveled there several years ago with my sister to pick up a purebred Smooth Collie puppy she had bought from a breeder. (Smooth Collies are the classic Lassie dogs, only with short hair). We stayed in a motel we'd booked on an Internet site, choosing the cheapest option because we were traveling on a tiny budget.
The motel was like something out of Planes, Trains, and Automobiles: the decor was Early Crummy Motel, the carpet was dirty indoor-outdoor blue, and there was mold on the acoustic ceiling tile over the vanity area. We soon found that something was wrong with the TV; although the switch seemed to be in the "off" position, there was still sound coming out of the speakers. Try as we might, we couldn't shut it off, so we did the only thing we could do: we put our pants over the TV to block as much sound as we could while we tried to sleep. (We now refer to this fondly as "the time we had to pants the TV").
Before we pantsed the TV, we were watching the local news, which reported that a child molester had been apprehended the night before, with a child he'd abducted and held at that very motel. It was all too Norman Bates.
Despite the eerie sound emanating from the TV, the creepy motel, and some interesting driving forays -- we're both severely directionally challenged, and the map the rental-car place gave us was reduced to microscopic scale -- we had a great time, in part because we had a perfect, sunny November afternoon at Garden of the Gods. See the pictures above.
KnitBlat's rule of sock knitting #1: If anyone is looking at your feet so closely that they can see the teeny mistake you made in the ribbing, you have a bigger problem!
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