Posts Tagged ‘cotton’

Spring cleaning startitis

Monday, 11 April 2011

Still on the crochet, and in theory I was sorting out the cupboards-ful of crochet projects and yarn. I found one hibernating project that I hadn’t previously photographed

square spiral multicoloured blanket
a cotton baby blanket the yarn for which I decided could be put to better uses as a summer dress for DD. I’ve only just begun it, obviously, but here’s a taster of what it’s intended to look like, colourwise at least.
crochet stripes
I was looking for a pattern to adapt to what I had in mind, and found one or two I may also make, but decided to try winging this. I am taking notes on what I’m doing, just in case it’s nice enough that I or anyone else might ever want to repeat it.

I haven’t frogged the blanket yet, but will presuming I get to wanting the yarn for the dress.

I haven’t yet, but I’m also thinking hard about another dress for DD and a hat for me…

A really local LYS

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

So how did I miss it up to last night? Absolutely no idea at all…

To be clear, this place is absolutely next door to one of the three supermarkets we use (and probably the one we use most often – one other’s next to the post office, so convenient when we go there, and the third has some things the others don’t) and at 90 degrees from the entrance, so RIGHT THERE. My only excuse is that they also sell hats, and those are more prominently displayed outside.

So leaving the supermarket last night, still slightly frustrated that the pictures in yesterday’s post were being awkward (apologies to anyone who got them on top of each other – this should be sorted now) I happened to glance over and notice balls of yarn hung up outside, so had to go take a look. (It’s not that uncommon for small shops here to have a few balls of cotton and acrylic yarns.)

According to my DH, as soon as I got inside and realised that this was a proper yarn shop, with wool (as well as wool/acrylic mixes), and more than one ball of anything I liked, and even alpaca, I just lit up. Instant mood enhancer!

I was very good, and started (once I’d had a proper look around) with buying cotton for current projects (unfortunately only the ones I can’t tell you about, one being next month’s mystery pattern, and the other a present for someone who might read this) and then they were closing. The gentleman in charge very kindly offered to stay open an extra ten minutes, but I said he didn’t need to. I had what I actually needed for now, and I promised that we live close enough (easy walking distance) that I will be back (regularly)!

I can’t tell you about the projects, but I suppose it won’t hurt to show you the yarn I bought!
5 balls Heela cotton in white, blue and purple, 6 balls Vitalgo Fein Cotton in black and ecru

Exasperation

Friday, 8 August 2008

Still can’t crochet (although I am going through my crochet books to decide what to do with all that orange cotton), and I’m in the middle of a variety of longer books, so none of those are ready for review.

I’m currently listening to Moby Dick, and while the Librivox reader is doing a fantastic job, I end up missing bits of the story, because Melville keeps going off on tangents and I lose where we’re up to. Not that he doesn’t admit this lack of narrative within the text, but I can’t help wishing he’d written two books, one on the art and craft of whaling, whales, and everything to do with them, and one with the story of Captain Ahab and Moby Dick. I suppose Ishmael could come along for the ride too. (I really amn’t that keen on the narrator.)

Or maybe, since it seems to me to be what he really wanted to do, a book on whaling, with the straight story as an appendix, and a good contents page at the beginning, and index at the end, so that when one wants to read a discourse on how well artists of different countries represent whaling, one could go to that, rather than arresting the tale once again.

One of the things that is keeping me interested (far more than the story or the tangents) is trying to work out Ishmael. He keeps sounding like the standard 19th century bigot, and then turning out to be fairly open minded. I don’t particularly like him, but he is interesting, if annoying.

Dorothy Dunnett, unlike Melville, does not give you information that is unnecessary for the story. In fact, a lot of the time a whole lot more would be useful, even than what you end up working out by the end of the book, series, or canon. Which is part of why I’m enjoying this slow reread of Niccolo Rising. Chapter 8 is only the first time we’re going to wonder exactly what Tobie overheard in the sickroom.

And while we’re discussing books I’m part-way through, I really loved Tom’s attempts to row alone in chapter two of Tom Brown at Oxford. I am competent, if completely lacking in style, at sculling alone myself, and could readily imagine his exploits, which had me in fits of laughter.

There are a couple more books in progress, but I think they’ll be fine being discussed in their entirety.

As for the cotton, I’m considering making a tablecloth out of a whole variety of motifs, pieced together. I’m sure I’d get bored doing enough of the same ones for a whole cloth, but a variety could work.


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