What with all that cake baking and all, one would think that Our Gal Wiseheart has perhaps switched from the fibre arts to cookery.

Not so:

hat1

It’s a hat! Or at least, it’s a pre-hat. The pattern is Fake Isle Hat by Amy King (Our Lady of the Spunky Eclectic online shoppe extraordinaire); the black yarn is Dream in Color Classy; and the coloured yarn is Noro Silk Garden.

Noro is one of those yarns that seems to pop up in every knitter’s Ravelry queue–but my confession is that I’m a first-time Noro knitter. A few rounds into this hat, and I fell in love. The yarn is so soft it flows through my fingers, and the colour changes enchant me with each new round. The Silk Garden label says there’s a bit of mohair in it, and I’m normally allergic to mohair in an ugly, eyes-become-large-red-pulsing-vegetables sort of way. But so far, no adverse reactions, not even itchy fingers, so if I hadn’t read the label, I would never have known mohair was in there.

As for Dream in Color: Just do it, baby. It’s a great yarn, comes in several weights, it’s soft as you could want, and the colors are, well, um….dreamy. (Sorry. Had to be said.)

Anyhoo, back to the pre-hat. It was going along rather well, IMNSHO. As I say, the colours were a continual delight as they shifted and changed; and once I got started with the actual stranded knitting section, I didn’t want to stop. I just flitted along, one colour to the next, black in one hand (left), Noro in the other, doing my favourite two-handed knitting trick, whilst watching a bad Bruce Willis movie on TV. (16 Blocks. Car crashes and explosions and big guns, oh my. And Brucie Boy in a mustache, looking really old and terrible, which was great for his washed-up-cop persona, but bad for my Bruce Willis As Hunky Hero lust. Ah, well.)

Somewhere near the top of the pre-hat, I figured I ought to have a little try-on session with the intended wearer–Sir Nicholas, he of the constantly cold head.

In the name of dignity, there are no photos of that try-on session. To make the point, though, here is Nicholas’s favourite hat, complete with moth hole:

old hat

It’s a double-layered store-bought hat, but it’s seen better days, and besides: It’s ugly. Nicholas is the husband of a knitter. He deserves better. Thus, I promised him a hat and sat him down with the Ravelry pattern database for a while to let him choose something he liked. (I think he chose rather well.) Then, we were off to Lettuce Knit where he picked out the yarn himself, spreading out at least a dozen balls of Noro on the floor, considering the exact colour variations of each before selecting The One.

During his careful deliberations, an extra ball of Noro might have snuck into the final purchase pile somehow. And enough Dream in Color might have been purchased for two hats. (Such a cute couple we’ll make, walking hand in hand in the snow…with matching hats. I may have finally gone ’round the bend in my winter preparations–what say you?)

But I digress. (As usual.) Here’s the gorgeous and beautifully knit Pre-Hat laid on top of the well-fitting but deteriorating Old Hat:

both hats

Conclusion: Gorgeous Pre-Hat toooooo small. Yes, I swatched. Yes, I did math. Yes, I even did a swatch in the round and tried it on his bloody large completely adorable head.

After a bit of muttering and snuffling around in my notebook, I realized that my stranded colourwork pulls in…a lot. Did I swatch the stranded part? No.

Foiled again by Not Swatching Properly.

Practice what you preach, Sandi baby.

With heavy heart, I set about measuring the gauge of the stranded section, scratching careful calculations in the aforementioned notebook, and then, sadly, I documented the beautiful colourwork (including the lack of a proper jogless jog, oh well):

glowing job

The lovely floats on the inside:

pretty stranding

And took a final shot of all those flowing, glowing floats:

stranding 2

And then I brought in the frogs.

We’re now on Pre-Hat, v 2.0.

I’m sure it will fit this time.

itwillfit

This week on What’s on Sandi’s Needles?, I’m asking folks to choose the next sweater I knit for myself. Yes, it’s wacky and wild, but perhaps you expected something else to appear here?

Voting ends Wednesday, November 11, at noon sharp. Once we have the pattern chosen, then you get to choose the colour. (I’ll choose the yarn, but I might ask for help. You never know.)

Think of it as getting to boss me around. (You know you want to.)

You know how you mix up some tasty cake batter, and then you put it in a pan in the oven…and then you have to go away for a while to wait for the cake to bake?

thaddeus thinking

And the thing is…you can’t rush it, and say, Hey, Cake! Hurry up in there! (Well, you can. You can stand outside the oven door and wheedle all you like. But it won’t do any good, ‘cuz the cake won’t bake any faster, no matter how persuasive you are.)

Zoe waits by the warm oven

Zoe waits by the warm oven

You can’t even open the oven door to peek and see how it’s doing. And even if the timer goes off, sometimes the darn thing isn’t cake yet. You put the toothpick in, and it comes out all sticky, and then you gotta go through the whole waiting game again.

Buddy

Buddy

Cake takes it’s own sweet time becoming cake. And there isn’t anything you, or the best chef in the world, can do to hurry up the process.

Yeah.

Sometimes life is like that, like a cake baking. You just have to wait it out, let it do its thing, until it’s ready to move on to the next chapter.

Tim

Tim

I’ve recently heard a lot of knitting bloggers say that they’ve hit a wall in their blogging. It happens. Sometimes you get so caught up in living your life that you can’t find the written words to describe what-all is going on. Sometimes so many Big Things happen at once that trying to choose only 700 words of the eleventy-leven thousand rattling around in your brain is too overwhelming a task.

Moving Day

Moving Day

And sometimes, when you’ve been writing three times a week for three years straight, and then you quit your job, and move to a new town (for the third or fourth time in six years), and then you go to Sock Summit, and start a new job, and have two family members die, and two new family members are born, and then finally you go to Rhinebeck on a last-minute whim, well then. Perhaps all the words just kind of go into the oven to bake for a while.

sandi brain box

But then the wait’s over. The timer’s gone off, and the toothpick has come out clean…and it’s party time.

Celebrating Sock Summit

Celebrating Sock Summit

Party on, dudes.

I think I’m too excited to sleep. Just like a kid on Christmas morning, eh? Which is silly, because I’ve been to a zillion conferences…but never as a STUDENT. I know that sounds weird and all, but this is the first yarn-y type conference I’ve been to where I get to play and take classes and not have to work.

I feel a bit wicked, as though someone might catch me and say, Wait a minute, you’re not working. Get Thee To A Demo Booth and teach something, or whatever.

giggle

I shall just let myself be wicked and enjoy it. (So there.)

The Trip So Far:

1. I have no photographs yet. I know. What have I been DOING, you ask. Just wait. Gets worse.

2. Left the house at just past 4 AM EST Wednesday. Went to bed just past midnight PST Thursday AM, which is 3 AM PST. Math results: Good gracious, Miss Gracie, I was up for almost 24 hours straight. No wonder I’m a big more than just jet-lagged today! (That’s not the “Gets Worse” part. Keep going.)

3. All flights were pleasant, on-time, and relatively non-stressful, as far as it can be non-stressful to travel in a Pringles potato chip tube crammed full of one’s fellow humans. Seat-mate on last leg of trip tried to pick me up, and was very charming about it; however, continued to charmingly try to pick me up past mentions of Husband and hints of Children (he had no idea “the kids’ I was referring to have four paws and meow for their supper, but it was just a little white lie, really it was).

4. Pick-up continued into the “let me show you what I bought myself for my birthday” stage (on his part, I was at the silently nodding and knitting stage). What he had bought himself for his birthday was a red sports car. The birthday was his 50th. As my southern mother-in-law taught me to say at times like these: Bless his heart.

5. Arrived early in Portland, and found that “early” meant 10:30 AM local time. I travelled for 9 hours and it’s only 10:30 AM? Time zones: Weird.

6. Checked into my hotel. Met nice knitters in the lobby who were checking out after just one night and moving across the street. Bad Sign. Went upstairs to my room, noticing elevator and hallways that were a bit icky. Opened door to room, stepped inside, put down luggage, Turned around, got a good look (and a good whiff), went straight to Yellow Pages and found another hotel. Half hour later: New hotel, new room, all better. (The first place was a pit. Scary, smelly, dirty. Too adventurous for my tastes.)

7. You’ve been good to read this far without any photos so here’s your reward: I saw Barbara Walker checking into my new hotel at the same time as I was checking in. BARBARA WALKER SIGHTING! She’s adorable–a tiny delicate, beautiful lady. AND I DID NOT HAVE MY CAMERA. But even if I did, I wouldn’t have snapped a shot, because that would have been Uber Extreme Tackiness. (Good for my karma. Bad for my blog.)

8. Other Sightings: Stephanie (glassy-eyed with exhaustion, but still her witty charming self); Abby (long hug); Denny (she promised to try and find a naughty chair for me for the spinning class on Sunday); Rachel (mutual kisses blown back and forth, she’s got a freakin’ HEADSET of Power now); Tina; Ann Budd and papertigerknits (what happens in Burgerville, stays in Burgerville); fibergal (separated at birth, I’m tellin’ ya); Cookie A (best blue hair streak ever); Anne Hanson; Little Mousling (OK, that one’s not hard, she’s my roomie, but still); Janel Laidman; Cat Bordhi (best hug of the day); and a whole rockin’ skein full of sock knitters whose names I can’t recall right now at 7 AM PST. (I know I ought to link all the above folks. I’ll do it later, promise. Must shower and find coffee soon.)

I have killer jet lag, a whoppin’ sinus headache, I’ve had about six hours of sleep, and I don’t give a whup. My spinning equipment is ready to go for today’s class: The Gentle Art of Spinning Socks with Judith MacKenzie McCuin…and I am STOKED and ready to rock and roll.

Since I don’t have any photos (yet), I leave you with this shot of Tim the Kitten, who does not yet understand the meaning of suitcases and thus has a rather puzzled expression on his face:

puzzled tim

The other two cats and the dog and the husband, of course, ALL know what  The Suitcases meant, and there were pouts and whimpers all ’round.

Time for shower and coffee and breakfast…and then it’s time for CLASS!

You’ll notice this blog has a new name:

wiseheart knits

I loved the old name, wise knits and frog tales, but a lot of people were having trouble finding me here. So I bowed to the great idol Google Search Engine Optimization (woooooooooOOOOOOOoooooooo), and changed the blog title to something more search-friendly.

As for me…I’m off to Sock Summit bright and early tomorrow morning. Well, it will actually be dark and early: I have to leave here at 4:30 AM….ewwwwwwwww. But it will be worth it!

And I will have more tales to tell from the other side of the land of Sock Madness, so blog at you soon!

xoxo
Sandi

I plead Invasion of the Boxen:

boxen heap

Yesterday, we packed 46 boxen….FORTY-SIX. And we’re not done yet. I feel like I am breathing cardboard box dust now. Ew.

But the good news is that we get the keys to the new house tomorrow! We were a bit worried, because the tenants in that house said they needed a few more days…and we didn’t know how many “a few” would be. But all’s good now.

Except that we get the keys on Monday. And I leave for Sock Summit on Wednesday…poor Husband.

I am glad that I found the box for my wheel, so I can pack it safely for the trip. Apparently, the cats are also glad I found the box.

zoe tim wheel box

I’ve got so many things to do before Wednesday that my head feels like it’s going to explode. (Or is that my sinuses whinging about the weird weather and the box dust? Can’t tell. Doesn’t matter. Head very ’splodey.) It’s the kind of weather where you just want to shout at the sky: “Go ahead and STORM already! What are you waiting for? An ark?”

OH. And another reason for the big gap in blog posts: Alabama! We spent a week in Mobile at a family gathering, partly to bid farewell to Grandma Rose, and partly to give all the various folks a chance to finally meet me. Eep! I finally had everyone’s names and relationships figured out at the end of the trip, but there were a few hilarious moments where I just gave up and pointed at someone and blurted out “Wait—Who are you?”

Yeah, baby. I was brought up with class.

We stayed at my in-laws’ home, and it turns out that Manny, Nicholas’s dad, has a killer expresso machine and can make a REAL cappucino:

perfect cappucino

Or is that a macchiato? I don’t know, but it was delicious. (Also pretty.)

We had popovers with Marilyn’s (mom-in-law) homemade strawberry jam:

popovers and jam

I think I ate…several…of those wonderful treats.

Then there was the sunset cruise taken in honor of Rose:

raising the sails 1

A real sailing boat! Schooner Joshua, the official sailing ship of Mobile. I loved every minute of that cruise. The crew let me help hoist the sails (HEAVY!) and the captain invited me to steer the ship part of the way back into the harbor. That was awesome. And I stood at the bow (front) of the boat and just let the rolling of the waves rock me, and the music of the ropes against the masts and sails sing to me.

cruise end

It was a perfect day.

Oh, and my sweet little…cousin (?)… Micaela agreed:

pretty micaela

As for the knitting content, I worked on the Star Light, Star Bright baby blanket all week long. (I blog about that project on over on Knitting Daily, What’s on Sandi’s Needles?)

The important part about that knitting project? Sam, Marilyn and Manny’s cat, totally and unreservedly approved of it.

sam approves

The Cat Seal of Approval For Knitting. Doesn’t get much better than that.

OK, time to go add to the pile of Boxen. I’m packing my knitting and spinning stuff LAST, obviously… but I am managing to squeeze in some fun now and then. Here’s my latest spindle project, bamboo and merino from the Spunky Eclectic Fiber Club–it’s called Beach!

bamboo merino spindle

Love, love, love it.

Now, off to pack. Have tape gun, will survive the move!

frogtwins2

The Frog Twins would like to say this:

Sometimes ya gotta kiss a lotta frogs before you find just the right frog for you.

Translation?

After quite an enjoyable afternoon on Toronto’s freeway system *cough* *cough* I came home without the spinning wheel. She’d clearly had a long and noble life, but someone had stored her badly, and not protected her from things that could hurt her. She was damaged in places that would be difficult to repair, and, oh, you get the general idea.

I haz a sad, as the lolkittehs say.

Meanwhile, may I distract you with a bunny picture? This little one lives in our backyard with a friend or two, and we have named her RacerBun, because of the long white stripes she has down either side:

RacerBun2

The Buns appear at dawn and dusk, munching our weeds and helping to mow our lawn. Buddy the dog is entranced with them (from behind the glass door, of course), and when they are out, he cannot be moved from his post at the back door. At other times of the day, he sits hopefully, waiting for the Bunny Channel to come on.

No bunnies today though–they are all snug in their burrows, or so we hope. Thunderstorms, lightning, and rain, rain, rain.

A good day for knitting and spinning and reading…and coffee!

Ah…here comes the rain again.

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