Every once in awhile, I find a yarn that I LOVE. I stock up on it so that I can make many projects with it. This post is about one such yarn.
I love Nature Wool from Araucania. It’s listed as worsted weight, but I don’t make sweaters from it. I don’t make hats from it.
I love, love making socks from it. On size 3 needles (it really is more of a thin worsted).
Now, they don’t make soft socks (this yarn isn’t Merino afterall), they make hiking socks. Rugged socks. Socks that with the sweat and friction of moving will felt to the shape of your foot (but aren’t itchy).
It started by me buying a few skeins in an amazingly warm brown to knit my boyfriend a pair that he could wear when he goes hunting (that pair has since been stalled for suspected “curse” activity) and I had been completely struck by how perfect it was for a manly pair of socks. The thickness is perfect and the kettle-dyed effect is awesome. It doesn’t pool at all! I love it!
So, of course I had to buy enough for a pair for my dad (in an olive green – I didn’t photo that because it’s still quarantined because of the summer of mold).
But then, when I heard that it was on closeout at Webs, I feared that it was being discontinued (anyone know the answer to this?) and so I had to buy enough to knit myself 2 pairs. You can see the colors I chose above. It was kind of difficult to pick colors from a computer square less than an inch big, but I think it turned out just fine. I’m happy with the colors. There’s a great denim color and a warm autumn orange (not a color I usually do).
I do hope it hasn’t been discontinued. The enviromentalist – wannabe in me wants the opportunity to knit many socks in this yarn.
This is my first Poetry Thursday post (on Wednesday, what can you do?). I hope you like it!
Time passes. It’s ever constant.
Birthdays pass, couples wed, buildings fall and careers end.
“My life is slipping through my fingers,” they say.
My wool passes through my fingers.
I knit for birthdays, housewarmings and those who are ill.
My fingers remind me of the value of my time as I spend it knitting for others and knitting for myself.
The most constant reminder of time is when it’s stolen.
When someone dies.
In the case of my grandmother’s recent death, knitting has been my solace.
I knit to remember.
I knit to mourn.
I knit to commemorate.
I knit in a connection to time.
To it’s presence on me.
To reclaim the ownership of “me” time.
To pass it.
To relish in it.
To know it.
Time is knitting for me. Both slip through my fingers. And both are the fabric of my life.
Note: My grandmother died on Mother’s Day of 2006. I knit these socks (yarn dyed by me) to commemorate her and the hours I spent at her cottage during the summers of my youth running, swimming, boating and being loved. What a great woman she was.
My mommy always told me to be a leader – to step up and do what needs to be done.
But I love joining in on all these KALs and such.
I’ve started knitting me some jaywalkers (finally, I know, I’m behind on this one). It’s the yarn I dyed myself in Kool-aid, and then overdyed with Gaywool dyes. If you don’t already, know and you havne’t yet knitted one yet, the pattern is here and the oh-so-great designer is Grumperina.
Oh, and I’ve joined into the great Sock Wars (perhaps you’ve noticed the button on my sidebar). It’ll be interesting competing while I’m in classes and working but I thought it would be fun and worth a try. Enter before the 8th if you’re brave enough.
And also, I was really sad that I missed the sign ups for SP 8. As a lonely college student, getting packages in the mail is really like one of the BEST things ever. But, come high water, I’m entering SP 9. You can see the SP 9 blog here (the blog design is creative and different, but could it BE more girly?). Plus, because of the swaps I did on the Knittyboard and my absolute spoiling of Amanda, I love sending packages in the mail and brightening other people’s day.
And, I just joined the Swallow Tail Shawl KAL. How am I ever going to finish my Christmas knitting. This is setting me up for disaster, I know.
I’ve already knit 6 repeats of the 2nd chart so I”m moving right along at a pretty good pace. The only problem is that I’m not using lifelines and so I had to tink four rows earlier this week. I’m cocky what can I say?
Yay! Fun times ahead! Are you joining anything?
I love a challenge as much as the next person. Look at the evidence:
- I taught myself to knit purely from written words and illustrations. No hands on help or internet videos for me (I didn’t know the videos existed- believe me, I would have used them).
- I taught myself to knit socks from a one page pattern from an issue of IK (retro rib socks if you’re curious). It was a textured pattern and since then, I’ve only knit one pair of plain stockinette socks- the others have been textured and/or complicated in some way or other.
- For the longest time, I had to learn something new from each new project.
- The first sweater pattern I ever bought was Rogue.
- The second sweater I ever knit was cabled with set in sleeves, designed by me and knit in 16 days for the Knitting Olympics.
- I’m knitting a log cabin blanket. Really. A blanket.
Knitting challenges me in lots of ways. From it I’ve learned the following:
- Patience: I’m knitting a blanket.
- Creativity: Who’d have thought I’d dye yarn?
- Generosity: It’s so fun to give hand-knit gifts.
- Determination: I’ve “fixed” my share of patterns.
- Friendship: At Stitch and Bitches and through the blogs.
- Love: Merino. Sock yarn. Barbara Walker.
- Forgiveness: Wool isn’t scratchy.
It’s really been quite good for me.
But, that being said, I love quick knits. I love simple patterns. The hat you see above: I knit that in 2 days and basically made up the pattern myself. It was great because I haven’t finished anything in soooo long – and it feels so great to have a finished objects. And this hat is going to look perfect with my pinkish scarf (I don’t like things too matchy-matchy).
Yarn: Malabrigo 100% Merino Wool (1 skein)
Pattern: My own, based on 96 stitches, knit top down
Needles: Clover Bamboo 8 16″ circs
The problem? I bought two skeins of this yarn – that means that someone else in my family is getting a hat. But it has to be a female (purple yarn) who is both worthy but also not someone I see much during the winter (don’t want to look like twins, lol). Oh well. With a family of 18 grandkids and 22 aunts (and that’s just one side of my family), I’m sure I’ll find someone.