tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26948802486703585782024-03-14T01:11:21.803-07:00Sweaterhag's LairKnitting, camping, whatever.Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-32236916294179321472011-02-21T08:40:00.000-08:002011-02-21T08:41:31.465-08:00Madrona 2011All I can say about yesterday’s Madrona adventure is: wow, what a ride! I took a knitting machine to the biggest hand knitting event in western Washington, uninvited and unsure of the reception I would get. I did my best to find a spot where I could set up to knit and not be in the way or distract from the demonstrators. Judith Marie Smith of the Selah’s Blanket Project immediately invited me to wiggle into their space and join the demonstrators! I was completely surprised and unprepared for this turn of events, but I grabbed my big-girl panties and dove in. Or more like floundered. I did the best I could with zero preparation. Sometimes I felt like it went really well, sometimes I felt like an incompetent boob. It was exhilarating and exhausting. I was sooo happy to see Mo and Kathy, even tho’ I was too tired to carry on intelligent conversation. Friendly, familiar faces were most welcome. By the end of the day, I was completely incoherent and satisfied. One of the very busy organizers (Lisa, I think) ran by and told me that if I let them know in advance next year, they will make a space for me. (!)<br />PetraPetrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-21205598175244431202009-05-31T22:03:00.000-07:002009-05-31T22:29:46.327-07:00A sunny day in Edmonds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyMoCMCMI6WgCXRNdoZTE3kcy-PckxX4Re9CanMdS10vWu3wHn7OIwbiu9X23av2OuN4EipKv5l-O8TlOarGN2yVU-PZFzxdi5aM7Ynwm2EfCuQ4YouJVJOTek8vBlNoeKxOerrhppKg/s1600-h/Girls+%26+Mt.+Baker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyMoCMCMI6WgCXRNdoZTE3kcy-PckxX4Re9CanMdS10vWu3wHn7OIwbiu9X23av2OuN4EipKv5l-O8TlOarGN2yVU-PZFzxdi5aM7Ynwm2EfCuQ4YouJVJOTek8vBlNoeKxOerrhppKg/s320/Girls+%26+Mt.+Baker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342220721496107186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This is what I did this past weekend. Instead of working on any of the three sweaters I have going at this moment in time, I chucked it all and went to the beach with friends with children. The riffle where the girls are playing was warm as bath water. We splashed, yelled, filled buckets with sand, and just basked in an early taste of summer. I will get back to working on Both Ways, Celtic Dreams and Hanover; this day was just sun, sand and seawater.<br /><br />By the by, I have been keeping a low profile since the registration for Sock Summit this past Tuesday. By some miracle, I managed to best the server monster, and scored a spot in Stephanie's Knitting for Speed class. I know this is the class that every one wanted, including me. After the lesson of Madrona, I had steeled myself for getting shut out. I know (now) better than to get too excited about these conferences, until you are actually confirmed in a class. So when the server for SS09 went down, wouldn't load, and kicked me out repeatedly, I knew what to expect. Then the carnage was over, and I was left holding a confirmation email that said I was enrolled in Saturday morning Knitting for Speed and Efficiency. I still can't quite believe it, and am trying not to feel guilty. The disappointed howls from Ravelry are deafening. Stephanie and Tina have actually received threatening emails!!!!! I will not feel guilty. I couldn't get Knitting for Speed at Madrona; this time is my turn, and I hope for others they will have turns too. Now just have to save up and wait for August.<br />TTFN<br /></span></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-8531171482103426612009-03-11T23:07:00.000-07:002009-03-13T00:21:15.646-07:00Close encounter of the Harlot kind<span style="font-family:arial;">Okay, I confess. I love everything Yarn Harlot. I have all her books, the calender, and even the audio version of "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/At-Knits-End-Meditations-Women/dp/1598875205/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1236838378&sr=1-2">At Knits End</a>" on my iPod. In between blasts of classic rock, Stephanie will pop in to share wisdom about the advantages of stash enhancement. So yes, I was looking forward to seeing her at Madrona. I tried to get into one of her classes, but got completely shut out. Still, I knew that she would be speaking, and I would make sure to be there for that.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, I am a huge fan, but I still have my dignity. I told myself firmly that if I were to bump into Ms. Pearl-McPhee in the course of the 4 day retreat, that I would just smile in a friendly way that says "Welcome to the Northwest". I would NOT gush, gibber or in any other way act like some weird overgrown yarn groupie. She is at Madrona to enjoy herself, not to entertain me. I was very pleased with my own maturity. It's taken me a long time to get here. I have since learned that the universe laughs at my maturity.<br /><br />I thought I <span style="font-style: italic;">might</span> catch a glimpse of her. I was wrong. She was everywhere. In my class for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Knitting-Ganseys-Beth-Brown-Reinsel/dp/0934026858/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1236928239&sr=8-1">Knitting Ganseys</a>. At the urn wh</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ile getting coffee. Coming in doors I was going out of. Behind me in the hallway. On the elevator. In the restaurant. I wouldn't doubt that she was in the stall next to me. </span><span style="font-family:arial;"> I was tripping over the woman, all the while grinning my "Welcome to the Northwest" smile. She must have thought I was some kind of mute, grinning idiot.<br /><br />Finally, the snickering knitting fates just pushed me one too many times. DH, who looked unbelievably handsome in the "<a href="http://www.interweavestore.com/store/p/754-Cobblestone-Pullover.aspx">Cobblestone</a>" that I made him for his birthday, was with me in the Blue Moon booth at the market on Valentine's Day. In walks the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Harlot. I'm there, he's there wearing that, she's there, we're all surrounded by some of the most incredible hand painted fibers on the face of planet, I've got a camera right to hand...I caved. F*%k maturity. I asked her if she would please stand next to the handsome guy in the blue sweater and smile.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwBui3eZFEi2jfcBdtce6hdfAGYkCorm7r_MxVZ_5hBfTPU6_QNYYBQ9wZq46FKgrl2XW6xTtkc3maiKh9-2WbVhAOj2cyyAk1JXcwO2bnPjWnsEKM2gxsNqOBbfyFDvBmnkxoTzTmjQ/s1600-h/Harlot+%26+Husband.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwBui3eZFEi2jfcBdtce6hdfAGYkCorm7r_MxVZ_5hBfTPU6_QNYYBQ9wZq46FKgrl2XW6xTtkc3maiKh9-2WbVhAOj2cyyAk1JXcwO2bnPjWnsEKM2gxsNqOBbfyFDvBmnkxoTzTmjQ/s320/Harlot+%26+Husband.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312191586387587954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />She's a good sport. Probably figured it was the only way to get rid of the weird grinning woman.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Welcome to the NW, Steph. I hope you had a good time.<br /><br />TTFN</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />P.S. If you happen to read this, I was the woman who climbed into the luggage cart on the crowded elevator so you and your friend could get on. So much for dignity.<br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-376643723504420522009-03-10T11:11:00.000-07:002009-03-10T23:26:54.322-07:00Madrona-better late than never<span style="font-family:arial;">Madrona. Amazing. Yes, it's a month later, and I'm finally getting around to blogging it, but I didn't want to add this event to the growing list of "damn, I wish I'd blogged that." That list is already waay too long.<br /><br />Amazing. In these tough economic times, it's great to know people are still finding a way for what is important to them. Over and over I heard...'I've been saving all year...this is my big splurge... this weekend is just for me." And from the number of bulging shopping bags I saw, people aren't afraid of a little stash-enhancement.<br /><br />This year, I have resolved to knit from stash and only pay cash for what I do buy. No more credit card carnage. At the market, I resisted Blue Moon and Noro, said no to Cascade and O-wool. (sigh). I did, however, turn into a gibbering idiot in <a href="http://www.tootsleblanc.com/">Toots LeBlanc.</a> I knew that I would, so I budgeted for it and I forgive myself. Ye</span><span style="font-family:arial;">s, I have grown. I also had a nice surprise on the first day of the retreat: I won a doorprize! I won a $30.00 gift certificate to <a href="http://www.carolinahomespun.com/">Carolina Homespun.</a> I am not a spinner, but their arsenal of spinning accoutrement was impressive. And this is what bought with it</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ng28oulEd9PtYMKRsFwsTL2Jsl7_R_MBVIn2h8gB5zV_QcKxPpA1v8FrNmeNjrS3k0ekN7VujaP2kB7IuIQMEICCupKfB6pGKdzwFFzyByc_Wmz0xbvlaY79jf6yWBYeU9T9bb6eUOw/s1600-h/Atropos+special+green.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ng28oulEd9PtYMKRsFwsTL2Jsl7_R_MBVIn2h8gB5zV_QcKxPpA1v8FrNmeNjrS3k0ekN7VujaP2kB7IuIQMEICCupKfB6pGKdzwFFzyByc_Wmz0xbvlaY79jf6yWBYeU9T9bb6eUOw/s320/Atropos+special+green.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311645943416321842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">:</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />A very beautiful skein of Atropos special green silk. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Not quite sure what I'm going to do with it yet, but I'm having fun thinking about it.<br /><br />I had a great time! I took a couple of classes, did some shopping, ate great food, and had a Yarn Harlot encounter, which I will save for next time.<br /><br />TTFN<br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-47782982421588149142009-02-11T10:15:00.000-08:002009-02-11T12:09:22.486-08:00Boo-hoo Bohus<span style="font-family: arial;">So I have to face the truth; my Bohus Green Mist Jacket will not be ready in time for Madrona. For weeks, I have been grinding away, sacrificing time with family, friends, pets and household chores, pursuing the single minded dream of proudly wearing my beautiful Bohus among people who would really understand and appreciate its wonderfulness<br /><br />This dream came to a rude awakening this past weekend, when I was forced to acknowledge what I have been firmly deluding myself about: the gauge for the hand knit fronts and the machine knit back and sleeves do not match. I was forced to confront my knitterly denial during assembly. Even I couldn't ignore the pucker factor in the side seam/back join. This garment would not hang straight and dignified around my hips in the best traditions of Swedish couture knitting. No, it would, instead, comically ride up in back, perhaps to accommodate a pair of clowns pants. Not the look I am striving for.<br /><br />The disappointment was crushing, but I want this sweater to be done right. I consoled myself in a very mature way-I rolled on the floor playing with the Badgerman, then I packed the thing up and hid it in the darkest corner of the UFO bin to be dealt with another day. (Right)<br /><br />But now I have nothing to wear for Madrona.<br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-82495416393622220162008-07-04T16:55:00.000-07:002008-07-09T10:47:00.997-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">I have just passed my one year blogiversary. It's been a year of ups and downs. Okay, first the downs.</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Blog 365-wow, did the wheels come off the wagon big time here. I think my (short) time participating in the insanity of blogging everyday was really a wake up slap as to how tough it is to be a consistent blogger.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">MS3; Swan Lake-this was a cautionary lesson in the seductive power of a blind KAL. I sank a lot of time into the stole, but once I found out it was an asymetrical design, I just ran out of steam for the project. It now languishes in the UFO bin.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Puyallup Project-er, ahem. Yes, I do remember shooting my mouth off about there not being many knitted entries at the fair last year, and I would defintely have something to enter...yeah, ok, so if a big block of knitting time dosen't fall out of the sky and hit me on the head, I won't be able to produce something of fair quality in time, which also includes</span></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Monroe Fair-see Puyallup Project above.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">Now for the good news:</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQ7S-AhP8S49XLWo7x3dPZZbt7hyphenhyphenQdlq11RPl4_dPPOiBeX09v85Aof16TMDsCGAxhYGKNt4yOzfWp7WFPpKgKfJwlPcoqxNv8m2yc9cbLTuhcSaobeHiz85OG4rZPXAZV5qRW91Pnp8/s1600-h/July+08+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221069414715918130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQ7S-AhP8S49XLWo7x3dPZZbt7hyphenhyphenQdlq11RPl4_dPPOiBeX09v85Aof16TMDsCGAxhYGKNt4yOzfWp7WFPpKgKfJwlPcoqxNv8m2yc9cbLTuhcSaobeHiz85OG4rZPXAZV5qRW91Pnp8/s320/July+08+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQ7S-AhP8S49XLWo7x3dPZZbt7hyphenhyphenQdlq11RPl4_dPPOiBeX09v85Aof16TMDsCGAxhYGKNt4yOzfWp7WFPpKgKfJwlPcoqxNv8m2yc9cbLTuhcSaobeHiz85OG4rZPXAZV5qRW91Pnp8/s1600-h/July+08+001.jpg"></a></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">I have an FO for July. This is a tuck stitch baby blanket with a hand crochet edging. And I have it done in time for the shower. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">TTFN</span></p>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-57493411608465209512008-06-30T10:32:00.000-07:002008-06-30T11:24:42.440-07:00Put up time<span style="font-family:arial;">Well, well. Time sure does fly when one is not blogging. I've been trying to get my rear in gear, but mostly I've been whining to myself that many of the fabulous NW blogs that I have been enjoying have all gone into hibernation at about the same time. Sigh. In order to get blogs, one must post blogs, right? Like Christmas cards. So I am going to try to fill some of the vacuum. Time to put up or shut up. If nothing else, I may send some of the <em>real </em>bloggers running (screaming) back to their computers. Hey, whatever it takes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Yes, I have been knitting, but no, I haven't finished much. If there is a poster for the Startitis foundation, it must have my picture on it. Speaking of pictures-</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTk2le71aLgTHIpFbthmaoB27INEWhI5csThD8qFEDxThfGlowXr9-jk3PFtYDWbMDGIZExw5wYfzIrJS2WRciwgFr-yR6UP9ZNKRNv8II5I-E5tnlnZpI8a-D1jb-_z6iIsR0LrmY4nc/s1600-h/June+08+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217733996961622082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTk2le71aLgTHIpFbthmaoB27INEWhI5csThD8qFEDxThfGlowXr9-jk3PFtYDWbMDGIZExw5wYfzIrJS2WRciwgFr-yR6UP9ZNKRNv8II5I-E5tnlnZpI8a-D1jb-_z6iIsR0LrmY4nc/s320/June+08+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This is like a summer dream. I have the LK 150 out on the deck on the first beautiful day of our NW summer. I am working on "Purly Girl" from the summer issue of Knitwords magazine, don't know the issue number off the top of my head.</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Notice that I am keeping the knitter in the shade at all times. The LK 150 has a very sturdy plastic frame, but I don't want to find out the hard way that I shouldn't have left my expensive little knitter out in the sunlight. The demise of crayons comes to mind. I also cover it with a towel when I have to step away to keep tree crap and bugs out. I spent a lovely afternoon out in the fresh air, listening to the birds (...and my MP3 player when the dog next door wouldn't stop barking at me. It's like he'd never seen/heard a KM before...?)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">TTFN</span></p>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-37615565906579310662008-05-26T10:53:00.000-07:002008-05-26T11:00:29.847-07:00Blowin' the dust off<span style="font-family:arial;">Whooooosh!!!!!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">That's the sound of dust being blown off a blog that has been languishing for far too long. That is about to change, my friends. My computer is up and running again, thanks to young friends who understand computer things better than I. Today, I am digging out, organizing, and preparing to return to Sweaterhag's Lair.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">(Or some facisimilie of) ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">TTFN</span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-57452624865702083502008-02-07T16:18:00.000-08:002008-02-07T18:45:57.117-08:00A 49-year-old walks into a bar...<span style="font-family:arial;">...and orders a drink to go with her lunch. The 20-something waitress says fine, but I need to see an ID. The 49-year-old woman laughs, looks at the 20-something, and says "...you're kidding, right?" The 20-something, not laughing, says "...IF YOU APPEAR TO BE UNDER 30, I NEED TO SEE AN ID." Resisting the urge to leap over the bar to kiss the 20-something, the 49-year-old displays the ID in question, then proceeds to call husband to gloat. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm still smiling, and I left her a fat tip.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">TTFN</span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-43999554259576246562008-02-02T15:13:00.000-08:002008-02-02T16:27:17.988-08:00First FO 2008<span style="font-family:arial;">Finally, I have a FO for 2008<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjlHa3D806xUqHqzA8Bo_BRP3-c1744T-dZGr5ZbxCTQWLLGXF0fj50IrC7NKqXuWPyXdhyphenhyphenub9t4iT-rjSAhiWBW4-H6xk4bySC0BY05NnryZ_U-LSgRGu2IdBRcIQPIMvcpZPYFKEfA/s1600-h/Picture0011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjlHa3D806xUqHqzA8Bo_BRP3-c1744T-dZGr5ZbxCTQWLLGXF0fj50IrC7NKqXuWPyXdhyphenhyphenub9t4iT-rjSAhiWBW4-H6xk4bySC0BY05NnryZ_U-LSgRGu2IdBRcIQPIMvcpZPYFKEfA/s320/Picture0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162525386180749810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is the medicine bag for a colleague. It's half a skein of Fleece Artist cashmere/silk, my own design using a Barbera Walker stitch pattern. I'm pretty happy with the way it came out, although if I ever make another one, I will use magic loop, which I only thought of after I was all the way done.<br />Genius. geesh!<br /><br />TTFN<br /><br />P.S. Ignore messy bookshelves in the background. Spring cleaning is underway at my house.<br /><br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-84574965376139762662008-01-20T19:44:00.000-08:002008-01-20T20:06:47.425-08:00The Horror<span style="font-family:arial;">I'm one of those who never thinks about my hair. Wash and go, the less fuss, the better. Until something goes horribly wrong, and now I'm thinking about my hair all the time. Yes, I'm going grey; that's just unavoidable at my age, and can be concealed by some clever camouflage. But I am in the middle of a hair crisis, and I have no one to blame but me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I bought a new curling iron last week, one that cranks up to an impossible degree Fahrenheit. I need really high heat, as I have straight as a stick, curl resistant hair, and if I don't add at least a little curve to the front, well, let's just say that I can pass for Broomhilda. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So when I went to buy a new curling appliance after my old faithful died, I was lured to the clearance table by the promise by high heat at 50% off. Bad move. I have managed to totally burn off the front of my hair, and more is so damaged that I expect to lose it. There will be no waiting until February 14th for cut and color; I am in the middle of a full blown hair emergency. I was going to post a picture, but I can't stand to face the horror.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">TTFN</span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-33704640688707316672008-01-18T19:49:00.000-08:002008-01-18T20:04:24.145-08:00Bad Hair Post<span style="font-family: arial;">What the heck is going on with my hair? I noticed this week that the color up front is changing, and <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>to gray! It's changing to a different shade of brown, like I'd tried coloring a section with shoe polish.<br /><br />So today, I'm brushing it out after washing it, and I notice that a whole section right up front is missing, whacked off about 1 inch from my scalp!<br /><br />What the heck is going on here? I'm not doing anything different with my hair; wash and go pretty much sums it up for me, and that's the way I like it. Is this a side effect of my advancing age? I turn 49 and my hair freaks out? Are that cats having some fun at my expense while I'm sleeping?<br />WTF?<br /><br />Till tomorrow<br /><br /><br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-44365087844773736102008-01-15T23:07:00.000-08:002008-01-15T23:41:41.928-08:00Fuddle<span style="font-family: arial;">I've got 20 minuets till midnight and nothing to blog about. Even my old stand by, cat photos, is failing me. I'm too tired to see, and the computer is taking full advantage of my fuddle. Thank heaven for spell-check!<br />Till tomorrow</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-70086615428355198222008-01-13T20:00:00.000-08:002008-01-13T20:24:48.741-08:00Reality Check<span style="font-family: arial;">After the virtual-reality highs of the last two days, reality bit me in the arse today; the Blog-goblins ate the well crafted post that I had prepared. So I just have a couple of minuets during the commercials of "The Sarah Conner Chronicles" to fulfill my daily blog duties. I'll do better tomorrow.<br /><br />TTFN<br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-60136359868425141232008-01-12T15:34:00.000-08:002008-01-12T16:03:17.037-08:00Testing, 1 2 3<span style="font-family:arial;">Check, 1-2; check, check, 1-2, 1-2!</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">First blog post on new computer! So far, so good!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">No time for knitting today, still learning my way around this new toy. It's really cool, I'm lovin' it!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-Dry-ORfVtZ28-6uShIe651ZpVsT6NniSLF_f8IaNB4Wwy4RLkmR8KnxvvbNylBVUwf_Ull_J_dsNq4Qw2pWhJaUhBUfSIoCPcTPazS2srKLeK8rYyLVSmKewKlMc3AMD1f2dMp8Mj8/s1600-h/Star.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154743485232322386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-Dry-ORfVtZ28-6uShIe651ZpVsT6NniSLF_f8IaNB4Wwy4RLkmR8KnxvvbNylBVUwf_Ull_J_dsNq4Qw2pWhJaUhBUfSIoCPcTPazS2srKLeK8rYyLVSmKewKlMc3AMD1f2dMp8Mj8/s320/Star.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Star</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">First gratuitous cat photo, taken with new computer cam!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Till tomorrow</span></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-46900904800265550892008-01-11T21:29:00.000-08:002008-01-11T21:44:30.305-08:00New Blogger Toy<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Today, I graduate to real bloggerville-I got my own laptop! I'm so excited!! I love our sweet Mac, and would happily blog on it for the rest of my days, but for Christmas, my darling husband gifted me with Design-a-Knit, (DAK), which will not run on the MacBook.<br />So we set out to find the cheapest PC that was still a good value, and I think that we did just that!<br /><br />Till tomorrow<br /></span></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-86395484375742957952008-01-10T20:03:00.000-08:002008-01-10T21:35:08.778-08:00How long?<span style="font-family:arial;">I wondered, when I signed on for <a href="http://blog365.ning.com/">Blog365</a>, how long it would be before I was posting gratuitous cat photos due to lack of time and/or ideas.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAZg3EkniEYT-XtSOKMokwT85_cGOEA-g8lO0A7tAO4xqaCgOVrBv1mB_YqrLdFENngUj4a_GjO-MbiK2BSQ7pt7avDgDpwgkXsB75IZT8ZvLSsf_Qlcl8n9r_Lc_C1b7yQsuyXPbAc0/s1600-h/DSCN1648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAZg3EkniEYT-XtSOKMokwT85_cGOEA-g8lO0A7tAO4xqaCgOVrBv1mB_YqrLdFENngUj4a_GjO-MbiK2BSQ7pt7avDgDpwgkXsB75IZT8ZvLSsf_Qlcl8n9r_Lc_C1b7yQsuyXPbAc0/s320/DSCN1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154086810502567746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Sheba with AB's Christmas hat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />How long? Exactly 5 days.<br /><br />Till tomorrow<br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-14394811876943672008-01-09T11:21:00.000-08:002008-01-09T11:22:59.033-08:00Food Poisoning Redeux<span style="font-family: Arial;">Note to self: Do NOT taste the chicken soup after cooking with the same spoon that I used to stir it with before cooking.<br />This round wasn’t as bad as the horrible, ugly bout I had right before Christmas, (which I’m pretty sure I got from the clam chowder at the hot soup bar at the grocery store) but 2 bouts in 1 month? Uncle!!!<br /><br />Till tomorrow<o:p></o:p></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-27472023884590143662008-01-08T11:23:00.000-08:002008-01-08T12:07:38.724-08:00Post Christmas Knitting Update<ol style="font-family: arial;"><li>Seamen’s scarf knit from buffalo fiber, based on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stahmans-Shawls-Scarves-Faroese-Shaped-Seamens/dp/0967542707/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1199822572&sr=8-1">Myrna Stahman</a>’s design and using a Barbara Walker stitch pattern.Curt loves this scarf; unfortunately, so do the cats. He has to make sure this one is put away, or it gets dragged around the house.</li><li>Hat for AB. Based on EZ’s “Sheepsdown Watchcap that I found in "<a href="http://www.schoolhousepress.com/gen_books.htm#OK">The Opinionated Knitter</a>". I made it from some bulky hand spun I got from a lovely woman who was spinning yarn in the goat barn at the Puyallup Fair. I was worried that this hat was going to be too heavy for my aunt, but she loves it, and it looks great on her.<br /></li><li>Present for Sister H. Designed by me.This project went horribly wrong; unfortunately, I did not notice until I started the finishing. There was no fixing it, it had to be completely frogged. I think I can have it done in time for her birthday. (sigh).</li></ol><span style="font-family: arial;">Till tomorrow,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-6004543131350279822008-01-07T11:10:00.000-08:002008-01-07T11:32:16.138-08:00The Good, the Bad, and the Shaggy<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"></span></p><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">The good news:<br />I made an appointment to have a mammogram this morning.<br /><br />The bad news:<br />The appoinment isn't until February 14th. <br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">I am about 2 years overdue for my screening. Even though I have no family history of breast cancer (to the best of my knowledge), it is stupid to let it go so long.<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> At best, a mammogram is uncomfortable. The squeezing and mashing leaves one bruised, not to mention misshapen. I always walk out feeling misused, middle-aged and frumpy. <o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">To get moving, I offered myself this bribe-go have the smash and flash, then go straight to my hair stylist for a fabulous cut and color to make me feel young and cute again (if still slightly misshapen).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">So yea! I made the appointment! But boo! It’s still 6 weeks away! I need a hair cut <span style="font-style: italic;">right now</span>; I’m so shaggy, I can hardly see daylight. Maybe just a trim to tide me over...<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Till tommorrow</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-25382094274211564682008-01-06T19:15:00.000-08:002008-01-06T20:06:14.554-08:00365 Aaack!!!<span style="font-family: arial;">Aaaack!!!! <a href="http://blog365.ning.com/">Blog 365!</a>!!!???!!<br />Am I crazy enough to join these crazy people? (Hope so) Am I too old? (Hope not) Do I want to? Absolutely! This may put the fire under my arse that I need to really become a blogger, and not just a dabbler. I am embarrassed to admit that there is a lot about running an effective blog that I don't know (like how to download a "Blog 365" button to Sweaterhag's Lair). But the best way to learn, for me, is by doing. So now I must do.<br />365-2<br />Till tomorrow<br /><br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-38039415488551629372008-01-05T15:18:00.000-08:002008-01-05T16:16:34.707-08:00Tour d'Lair, part 1<span style="font-family:arial;">One of my intentions at the outset of this blog was to conduct a tour of the Lair. Without further ado, I give you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sweaterhag</span>’s Lair.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpYY8Tu1-YxTCggHTTdYWKbF6Bi59GGnPKIbEwh7NPkqHy_e2aawhOsvVssXI5HWZ5FLalSIXnMUok3zk22-rp4jFN7TQ2SDNhZzaff7_a6CyZINQa8P-Sho5xQ1SB0OxhJ__kaZuePE/s1600-h/DSCN1640.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpYY8Tu1-YxTCggHTTdYWKbF6Bi59GGnPKIbEwh7NPkqHy_e2aawhOsvVssXI5HWZ5FLalSIXnMUok3zk22-rp4jFN7TQ2SDNhZzaff7_a6CyZINQa8P-Sho5xQ1SB0OxhJ__kaZuePE/s320/DSCN1640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152137878897694434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzg_RUGfT02MhAcp_BOeg_ffYOXOJdJVcS9p9JCt8r-smOkUXJpUQBR54oHQv1COBdt2yYF9e0hdS4x4knHhmyTNrMvg6pFXL8k3mLNVsjjQG7a_F6j5VGxCMA0qs-9jjLB_2QEIYIfXg/s1600-h/DSCN1641.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzg_RUGfT02MhAcp_BOeg_ffYOXOJdJVcS9p9JCt8r-smOkUXJpUQBR54oHQv1COBdt2yYF9e0hdS4x4knHhmyTNrMvg6pFXL8k3mLNVsjjQG7a_F6j5VGxCMA0qs-9jjLB_2QEIYIfXg/s320/DSCN1641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152137883192661746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Okay, so it looks like a rather untidy basement. But for me, it is the center of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yarney</span> universe. Let’s start here; in the Northwest corner, we have the stash. I try to keep it contained, organized, and centrally located, but the reality is that it has a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tendancy</span> to wander all over the house.<br /><br />While stash diving for fiber for a recent project I realized, once again, that my organization system was not working. So my fiber dive turned into a full blown stash toss.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_YZA0z3wGaQXXygrBOnQ-C9bubHUhHlbKcvAiyu0leZadVmFPM4CkDGciZjQCQbP3GAcZbZ_w9jLsapuMQ24OAvIES4lL7NDkHPpMn7h8wiS-GT7irSkX5o_ZpnH9Ucuy8V4-IXKZ5oc/s1600-h/DSCN1582.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_YZA0z3wGaQXXygrBOnQ-C9bubHUhHlbKcvAiyu0leZadVmFPM4CkDGciZjQCQbP3GAcZbZ_w9jLsapuMQ24OAvIES4lL7NDkHPpMn7h8wiS-GT7irSkX5o_ZpnH9Ucuy8V4-IXKZ5oc/s320/DSCN1582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152142861059757858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I have tried organizing by color and then by fiber, neither of which worked for me. Now I am going by yarn weight, (lace, fingering, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dk</span>, worsted, etc.) and this seems to work best for me.<br /><br />Here is the reorganized stash, complete with Badger-man and mini fridge.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2lX33xYzXjPaHZ4F-v7bB6TU4PhBDVrcvJLzRNk4HcD7T26nTqyYiUXMfwdqZKMKHxS191R8IHvS1rN7vEIZ37BKO0DECcN5a4KLXSVp8RXMJkHgMgGVyfEbswyBergQ9uojmv_JA04/s1600-h/DSCN1583.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2lX33xYzXjPaHZ4F-v7bB6TU4PhBDVrcvJLzRNk4HcD7T26nTqyYiUXMfwdqZKMKHxS191R8IHvS1rN7vEIZ37BKO0DECcN5a4KLXSVp8RXMJkHgMgGVyfEbswyBergQ9uojmv_JA04/s320/DSCN1583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152141018518787858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wonder how long I can keep it looking this nice? A goal I am working toward in '08 is streamlining the Lair into a lean, functional workspace. (I can't believe I posted that with a straight face.) I'll post updates.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TTFN</span><br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-63034598155884560902007-12-11T11:04:00.000-08:002007-12-11T11:48:33.108-08:00Return of Sweaterhag<p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: arial;">Hello blog friends. Yes, I have fallen off of the blog map of late, but am trying hard to reestablish my blip. Funny, I thought that when I started a blog, that I would have nothing to write about. It seems that just the opposite is true, and I have been too busy to blog like I want. I will be talking about what I have been doing, but today is for remembering an internet friend.<br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; font-family: arial;">I was stunned by the sad news of the sudden passing of our beloved list Aunt Gail; Gail McHugh, the moderator of<span style=""> </span>“KnitU”, the<a href="http://www.knittinguniverse.com/flash/universe.php"> Knitter's</a> magazine email forum.<span style=""> </span>I have been a long time member of KnitU, mostly lurking, since the early days. Auntie Gail was professional, warm, funny and unfailingly positive while dealing with what must have been the huge piles of mail that chatty knitters generate. She was also a machine knitter. KnitU is overwhelmingly a hand knitters forum, but she did all of us machine knitters a huge favor by also proclaiming herself a machine knitter. I wish I had been able to talk with her about this; what machine she had, how many, etc. I hoped that we would meet face to face one day, perhaps at a Stitches event, and we could chat carriages and ribbers. Alas, Gail has moved on to the big afterlife yarn shop. (Where I know that they have a big comfy couch, unlimited yarn, a shop cat and dog who get along, tea, coffee, wine, chocolate, and lots of good company; Elizabeth Zimmermann and Sidna Farly, among many others.) We will miss her. My heart and thoughts go out to her family.</p> <br /><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">Gail’s pet project was <a href="http://www.covenanthouse.org/ab_loc_neworleans.html">Covenent House</a> in New Orleans. She and <a href="http://mambocats.blogspot.com/">Dez Crawford </a>were spearheading a drive to contribute 1000 warm knitted items by the holidays. I am ashamed to admit that I was only listening with half an ear as Gail urged us to make and send our contributions to wrap those devastated by Katrina, assuming that "others would take care of it." Then she was gone, so I am stepping up to be one of those others. </p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">I've fired up my old 150 Bulky machine, and broken out the Wool-ease. This was my first knitting machine, bought sometime back in the early 1980's, and is still the dearest to my heart. For no-frills, non-patterning heavy-duty knitting, this guy is unstoppable. Since my knitting time is limited, and I lost some time at the outset coming up with a prototype that I liked and can be produced quickly, I only have a few hats to show so far (I'm getting bogged down in the seaming, too.). But now I've got a simple Fisherman's Knit cap that I can produce in under an hour (not counting seaming).</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">That is where I'm at, I'd like to have at least 10 hats by this weekend so I can get them off and hopefully they will arrive in time for the holidays.</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">TTFN<br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"></p>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-16623459267398820612007-11-03T15:17:00.000-07:002007-11-03T16:53:47.402-07:00Attack of the Blog-goblins<span style="font-family: arial;">So my last post, which I had planned as a picture heavy introduction to the lastest member of my machine family, really turned into reality check of how little I know about using the tools to create an effective blog. After nearly losing a good portion of a hard fought blog post to the Blog-goblins, I have set out to learn as much as I can about how to use the Blogger software. In the meantime, I will confine myself to less ambitious posts, and work on honing my blog skills.<br /><br />This is what has been happening on the small knitting front:<br />MS3/Swan Lake-still moving slowly along. I think one of the blog-goblins got into this project. I make good progress for awhile, then mess up on a grand scale, nessecitating ripping of about 1/2 of my progress...two steps forward, one step back. I'd love to have this ready in time for holiday parties, but at this rate it may be holidays '08.<br /><br />Christmas present #1-(surprise) moving along nicely, considering I have to keep this one under wraps. Looks good!<br /><br />Christmas present #2-EZ's Prime-rib Watch cap for AB-kind of sitting on the back burner...<br /><br />I attended Knit-Nite at <a href="http://www.villageyarnandtea.com/">Village Yarn and Tea</a> last night. I tend to be shy and awkward in social situations, so I tend to avoid them, even as I yearn to be more social, especially with other knitters. But I was lured in by the irresistible promise of Noro on sale! I wandered back and forth, longingly fondling fibers and contemplating luscious colors. But all the while, I was drawn to the corner where my secret crush is calling to me…<br />Kauni. Sigh. I desperately covet this yarn, but the color palate available on this day, while stunning, does not suit me. As I stand like a pole, fingering and dithering, I manage to snag a few moments with the very charming and very busy Deb, who is the owner and who informs me that a new order of Kauni is in the foreseeable future! Be still my heart! So I stifle my screaming desire for instant gratification on this day, and eagerly look forward to a big pay off down the road.<br /><br />That's all I have for you today, my knit-friends. The kitchen is calling me; beef stroganoff and artichokes for dinner tonight, then it's off to the <a href="http://theater.jminsight.com/about.php"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></a><a href="http://theater.jminsight.com/about.php">Princess</a> to see "Into the Wild".<br /><br />TTFN<br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694880248670358578.post-19547481675958767322007-10-20T13:06:00.000-07:002007-10-20T17:52:48.672-07:00Debut of the Machine Fiend<span style="font-family:arial;">We went to see L today. I have been wanting one of these for a while.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DHI70-8jyCWGiyE5GLne-9tKaqPuu5BPaOPDQqOFhQr4XHbolSQMarFPMQ4MW5tpxZ73DC1RbrPdHcr7KulnAJ23SmHV7OQee5NkmUurY5CDerMNCVtPxlfGA7YPCK279ZGLrcO2F_s/s1600-h/DSCN1523.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DHI70-8jyCWGiyE5GLne-9tKaqPuu5BPaOPDQqOFhQr4XHbolSQMarFPMQ4MW5tpxZ73DC1RbrPdHcr7KulnAJ23SmHV7OQee5NkmUurY5CDerMNCVtPxlfGA7YPCK279ZGLrcO2F_s/s320/DSCN1523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123515167255065266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Can’t tell what it is? Either can Badger.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALKPHU-wPh7jDhzGV8U4boVB6z6dcWu4i_EG0_UXisxdidShAf_xIj4t0e72sH7dOBBTVsAx3j6h-cx2X8tOc8PNLLGe_c_ZNAWcctiGyWK7EJ2NrcXPbeehLH0e7ANMqUF05BfeInNs/s1600-h/DSCN1528.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALKPHU-wPh7jDhzGV8U4boVB6z6dcWu4i_EG0_UXisxdidShAf_xIj4t0e72sH7dOBBTVsAx3j6h-cx2X8tOc8PNLLGe_c_ZNAWcctiGyWK7EJ2NrcXPbeehLH0e7ANMqUF05BfeInNs/s320/DSCN1528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123516275356627650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Okay, it’s an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LK</span>! Light Knitter 150 by Silver Reed. I've been trying to get my hands on one for awhile-I thought I had a line on a used one, but after much waiting, that door closed, maybe for the better. This one is brand new out of the box, just like a first timer would bring home a brand new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LK</span> 150.<br /><br />I have really wanted one of these guys; yes, I have a whole lair full of the "big boys", but they can be complicated and/or intimidating for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">beginner</span>, not to mention expensive. At about $400.00, this is a great entry level knitter. Good quality, nice features, light and full of possibilities. My goal is to become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">proficient</span> with this guy, so I can answer questions and show how easy and fun knitting machines can be.<br /><br />This guy has a lot in common with the big guys, and is still different. I want to explore what can be done with this fella, using just what comes with this machine-no running to others for garter bars or extra hand tools.<br /><br />That being said, I did cheat a little bit; I have the luxury of having a spare tilt table, so I don't have to clamp it to the dining room table<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTJ0bs6Om5aYybAIPu28VXdzmvwKLkf5xu_5yHo4wKE5fj1xqwFgAlHFctA2X8ZtkRN0CvTz2AxBUceczW5gAvnHf-E-Lvu9WeOEfS8IsCcCnzFkM6ybRwkrFT6KthhyphenhyphendhYmKFmJ2POg/s1600-h/DSCN1530.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTJ0bs6Om5aYybAIPu28VXdzmvwKLkf5xu_5yHo4wKE5fj1xqwFgAlHFctA2X8ZtkRN0CvTz2AxBUceczW5gAvnHf-E-Lvu9WeOEfS8IsCcCnzFkM6ybRwkrFT6KthhyphenhyphendhYmKFmJ2POg/s320/DSCN1530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123573252392776402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm going to wrap up and call it a day; the gremlins have gotten into the blog, and are trying to destroy this post. I'm happy today that I've gotten some picture <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mojo</span> going, and will quit while I'm ahead.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TTFN</span><br /></span>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03980860608844092348noreply@blogger.com0