How Long Do You Ponder For?

I first started thinking about this jumper in 2010. At least, that is when my earliest cloud photo that I thought worth keeping is from.

The first chart was in May 2011.

First swatch was in Kauni shortly afterwards - not enough contrast though.

Then came the yarn dyeing. A try out...

...followed by the real thing in January 2012.

Then this month (January 2013) another chart, some swatching and a few rips later:

There is another cloud jumper I have in mind - but that is more of a colour scheme thing. I've been thinking about that one for longer, but it clearly hasn't matured yet. Give it another year or two...

The Opposite of Scorchio

We've had snow!

This basically means that everything has shut down. Flights cancelled, tubes on go slow, events cancelled. London doesn't do cold weather very well. Which is unfortunate considering...

It does mean perfect crafting weather - just right for snuggling up with your knitting or your sewing machine. Knit-wise I've not much to report. Progress has been made on the baby blanket and I've cast on for my cloud jumper but there's nothing worth showing so far. With sewing though - the first hexagon for my Nancy Drew blanket is done.

I've also got a bit furtrher with my dresden cushion cover.

I don't like it. I am going to redo the middle as that thick blue line is not working. I wish now I'd invisible applique'd both the centre (which I can fix) and the whole to the backing (which I think will damage it too much to be worthwhile).

My parents are en route for the rest of the weekend so I've made Challah which is rising on the radiator. We're hopefully going to venture out for an Indian tonight with the Pooch, who has been on good form recently. He's discovered scandinavian murder mysteries and is longing for his own The Killing jumper. Which led me to find a whole website dedicated to that one jumper. Now that's dedication.

Thou Sweet and Lovely Wall

There is an opera (also a flute concerto) by JF Lampe which tells the story of Pyramus and Thisbe, as referenced in Midsummer Night's Dream. The opera includes an Air entitled "And Thou, Oh Wall" which itself contains the lyric I've used as a title and the following:

"Oh show me thy chink, that I may blink..."

I saw it at the Peacock Theatre very shortly after being released from the funny farm many years ago.If it ever comes to a town near you I would recommend it. The version I saw was hilarious with the show entirely stolen by the wall (shown above with Thisbe). And I mean that quite honestly. But this has nothing to do with blogging other than I am listening to it while typing.

I have managed to take a picture of one of the cardies I've made my niece-in-progress.

This one is going to have poppers since the mothering world seems divided on buttons vs poppers. Then there is a hat to match the first cardi.

Pom poms are going to feature more in my future baby creations. But I'll have to make them better than those scraggy looking ones. Beyond that, I have made progress on the baby blanket and finished my latest socks.

The pattern was Zig Zag Socks, free on Ravelry and very easy to do. I essentially used just the stitch count and stitch pattern, changing them to cuff down and adding my preferred heel and toe. And I had to rip back after the first came out too tight and add 2 repeats.

I am very pleased with them though and wearing them while typing (as well as listening to opera - kind of how I roll). There's no doubt colour changing yarn makes an all over pattern like this much more interesting. I'm always pushed to see how the next colour will look with the main colour - much like Jane with her blanket.

Work has been manic this week with the biggest event I'd organised to date on Thursday. 250 people all together, 26 sessions, 21 Speakers, breakfast, 4 coffee/cake breaks, lunch, evening wine buffet and a total of 375 cupcakes. I tried to get a photo of what that many cupcakes looked like but could only manage to get 8 dozen in frame.

The event went perfectly and I was delighted to see one of the Speakers ending his session with a lolcat.

Well it was about planning law - hard to make it entertaining but from the feedback he managed it.

There has also been a tiny amount of sewing. I made this Dresden for the blog hop and have this afternoon decided what to do with it.

The back is rather neat. I clipped the seams nearest the centre and when pressed all one way you get a 'nap' effect, like with velvet. Maybe.

I was actually pretty disappointed with it at first. I'd bought a jelly roll (see previous post for explanation) of polka dot fabric at the last year's Festival of Quilts and it looked *fanfrickingtastic* in the pack but then laid out they all looked a bit wishy washy. I am pairing it with a dark rosy grey though which brings out the colour and I think it will be ok. I've also been thinking more about my Nancy Drew quilt.

I'm thinking framed hexagons is the way to go. A hexagon with a 5" side is about 10" across, which is the size of my layer cake. Using this hexagon calculator I'll need 29 hex's for a single bed size quilt - or rather blanket. Anyone know where I can get 100% cotton flannel? I want to use that to back it and make it snuggly.

I leave you with some more lyrics, this time sung by a lion. The brackets denote that he is singing this sotto voce and there is a tendency for the audience to join in, also sotto voce and with much embarrassed exchanging of smiles.

Ladies don't fright you

(rah, rah rah)

I will delight you

(rah, rah, rah)

I will delight you

With gentle roar

My First Layer Cake

To clarify - fabric comes in metres (or sometimes yards). A fat quarter (FQ) is 18"x22" or an eighth of a yard. Jelly Rolls are a number of strips usually 2.5" wide by 44" long - which is the full width of the fabric. Charm Packs are squares of fabric, usually 5" square. Mini Charm Packs are 2.5" square. Layer Cakes are 10" square pieces of fabric. Jelly Rolls, Charm Packs and Layer Cakes are usually representative of a whole collection of fabric by a single designer. This is my first Layer Cake!

42 ten inch squares in 21 different designs and all of them awesome! Nancy Drew was my gateway to a life of crime addiction and I used to lap them up in my tender years before moving on to Agatha Christie.

When I heard there was a Nancy Drew fabric collection coming out I went full stalker and was not content until I had signed up for the Sew We Quilt bloghop (in my sidebar) and ordered my own Layer Cake. I also added an extra couple of half yards for binding what I am sure will be a full size quilt. Of course, since I was ordering from an american supplier (I emailed EVERY UK fabric shop I could find and none were planning to stock it) I added a few more fabrics to my basket.

The three on the left add to my craft themed fabric stash for a quilt I plan for later in the year and the Strawberry Shortcake on the right *had* to be mine as it is the *exact* design I had as a child except mine was in yellow. I freaking loved SS. Original, of course. The modern one is waaaay too cutesy.

I've actually done a lot of knitting this week but have failed to take proper pics of the two baby cardigans I have made for my sister so I'll save them for another day. I have done a little sewing though.

Finally made one of the little houses I've been ogling for months. The "Building Houses From Scaps" sew-a-long during 2012 has now concluded and you should go over there to see some of the finished ones. So amazing! I made this one using foundation paper but I think future ones will be pieced. I can't decide though whether to go for true scraps or a colour palette. While pondering that I put together a sheet of images to print on a sheet of magnetic stuff I found in a pound shop. 2 sheets for a pound in fact which seemed rather good.

You just put it in your normal printer. The wedding photo and baby scan are for my sister and mum but then I thought no gift is complete without a magnet with my fizzog on it. Should I ever go missing this is the photo I want on the posters.

I think it captures not just my face but also my essence. I had reflected deeply on this quote from my Nancy Drew fabric, and I think we can all agree it does do wonders for my complexion.

Books #47 - #58

The images are amazon affiliate links so click on them if you want to buy - but dudes, I'm only in it for the pictures.

At the start of the year I said I wanted to have read 60 books. I seem to have managed 58. I've been using goodreads.com to keep track and was up to 46 when I wrote my last review post in November.

#47 One Man Show
By Michael Innes

Probably one of the best Innes books I've read in a long time. Although there was a lot of long winded description it almost made sense and the plot twists and turns (it was like a freakin maze) were just extraordinary enough to keep me entertained as well as intrigued. In a nutshell - your detective goes to anart exhibition with his wife, sees a painting by a recently dead artist which is then stolen. Except it's all linked up with another stolen painting and it's not clear if the artist was murdered or not and what's happened to the woman upstairs and meanwhile...you get the idea. 

I got this with a bundle of his others from Bookmooch so no surprise that at number forty eight we have...

#48 Appleby on Ararat

By Michael Innes

This book was an early on in the series and was preposterous, racist, farcical and generally not a byrne-pleaser. Your hero is aboard some sort of boat going somewhere when it sinks and only the passengers survive, adrift on the entire entertainment deck with hardly any food or water. No mention is ever made of any of the crew who presumably drowned, but were lower class - or worse! Foreign! The only black passenger is talked about like he'd only just left off evolving from a monkey and later natives don't fair much better. Having only just avoided all going nuts with thirst they pitch up on tropical island which they live on for a while without apparently noticing it has a luxury hotel over the hill. Eventually they make contact and then it starts getting really silly. Let's just forget this book happened and move on...

#49 Come Away, Death

By Gladys Mitchell

After the last book I thought I'd go to the trusty Mrs Bradley as I have enjoyed others in the series. This is number eight in order and I fear I struck out, as sporting people in america might say. The story was interesting but ridiculous. An archaeologist trying to create some sort of Greek spiritual visitation by carrying out certain rights. It was also a very slow story. Not her best. 

#50 Knitter's Handy Book of Top-Down Sweaters

By Ann Budd

The original book, Knitters Handy Book of Sweater Patterns, is my go-to book for my own jumpers so when I heard there was a top down version, and with *contiguous* sleeves, I was right in there. My single criticism of this book is it isn't available as an e version. If ever there was a book you wanted on your phone to use for quick reference it is this. I'm surprised Interweave have missed that but I am equally sure there is a highly commercial reason for it. Sweaters got from 24" to 54" chest and the complete patterns included for each type of sleeve/cardigan/neckline are all satisfactory. 

#51 Tom Brown's Body

By Gladys Mitchell (audiobook)

I'm always a bit hesitant - and this is going to sound weird - of listening to audio versions of books I haven't read. For me, an audiobook is a comforting thing to have on in the background, to dip in and out of, to fall asleep to. So having not read this one first I had to listen to it twice (and it is about 8 hours long) before I felt I'd got the story straight. Kudos to Ms Mitchell for writing realistically about little boys (or at least - they are as I remember them being when I was at a similar kind of mixed school) which is something that can be said about all her novels. She doesn't patronise or make them talk like idiots. The ending was a little confusing and the element of witchcraft felt a bit jarring but all in all a good one. 

#52 The Père-Lachaise Mystery

By Claude Izner

This is the second in the series and unusually I am reading them in order. The first was one was #38 in August. I found this one much better and very gripping - I read the whole thing in 36 hours and went to work in amongst all that as well. Victor's previous mistress's husband has died and she's visiting a spiritualist to try and contact him. Then she vanishes. Meanwhile there's lots of jealousies and intrigues and relationships and so on. Interestingly the author is the pen name of two sisters living in Paris. Well, I thought it was interesting. I'm still getting over Fred Vargas being a woman though. Speaking of which...

#53 Seeking Whom He May Devour

By Fred Vargas

Ooooo, this was good. While #52 was gripping, this one went fully in, grabbed you by the giblets and rang them out like a dishcloth. The wolf on the cover is a giveaway that wolves feature heavily in this story but given recent Twishite type writing I want to assure you that they are wolves, just wolves. Not werewolves, not shapeshifters, just wolves. Our hero, Adamsberg, is in the background for a fair bit of the novel and it is his lost love Camille who leads. Rather sweepingly, I am going to assume most women would say they saw something of themselves in Camille. Or something we would like to see in ourselves maybe. We could all have been free spirits, moving from place to place, befriending smelly women in the mountains and hooking up with Canadian versions of Ben Fogle had our lives gone a little differently. I love these books. I've got the next two in the series but I am afraid to start them in case they don;t live up to the first two. I know - man up Byrne. 

In fact that reminds me - when observed to be cowardly men are often told to 'grow a pair'. I heard this in a number of different contexts recently and it caused me to speculate more about testicles than I think I ever have before in my life, all put together. 

For example, some lizards shed their tails when frightened or can lose them and grown them back. Is it implied therefore that men could lose theirs and it would leave them free to get on with whatever it is they were scared of doing? Could a man grow a set if he lost them? And what if you were in a scary situation with him and they fell off in front of you. What would the etiquette of handing them back? Testicles withdraw towards the body when cold and swing free'r when hot - so when you're scared what do they do? Could you grow a pair of testicles on the back of a mouse, like they did with that ear, and graft them on to the man should the need arise? And would you need a mouse per testicle or would one do both?*

#54 The Long Farewell

By Michael Innes

Another good Appleby story - like #47 but slightly later on the timescale I would guess. Our hero looks up a friend in Italy and when back in England hears that he has apparently killed himself. Two wives, domestics, academic rivals, trophy hunters and various family members appear and it all winds up into a weak ending but a very good story. 

#55 Watson's Choice

By Gladys Mitchell

Maybe I should have a new year resolution to broaden my pool of authors. I seem to be repeating a lot of them. However, having loved all things Sherlockian since I was about 9 I was naturally interested in this and immediately longed for my own party where everyone came dressed as a character from one of the Conan Doyle stories. This book was great, right up until the ending. I realise I've criticised a number of endings and I have started to wonder whether it is me. I find myself watching detective shows on TV and guessing in the first few minutes what the plot will be. I have now been reading and watching this type of thing for 25 years and there can only be a finite number of plots. Having said that I can't work out if I am dissatisfied when the outcome is too easy to guess or when the author puts in a twist you couldn't have predicted (as Conan Doyle frequently did) and so makes the build up in the book seem pointless. Maybe in 2013 I'll find out. 

#56 No Coffin for the Corpse

By Clayton Rawson

Isn't that cover awesome? None of the characters, especially the magician, reminded me of a white rabbit but the symbolism is good. I think Knitting on the Green did a review of this - either that or Goodreads itself recommended it to me. I had it on my wishlist for ages in any case before tracking it down in the deep stacks of Holborn Library. It's a great read except for, guess what, the ending. Maybe I'm too harsh though. Maybe. The style is a little bit Dashiel Hammett but think Thin Man rather then Maltese Falcon. It's essentially a 'cosy' and the magician is a good inclusion. For a book from 1942 it wears its age well. I'll definitely be reading more of these. 

#57 The Murders in the Rue Morgue

By Edgar Allan Poe

This is said to be the first detective story and it was interesting in that light but I'm not a Poe fan. The introductory essay was much more interesting than the story itself. What a strange man our Edgar was. Even excluding the whole judging-by-todays-standards thing. I only read the title story since I was only reading it out of academic interest. 

#58 Where Women Create: Book of Organization

By Jo Packham

I added this to my Amazon queue when it was first announced and bought it with some xmas money otherwise it is essentially Pinterest in print. Lots of full spread photos of studio and craft spaces. Minimal text pointing out little details or speculating about what 'your craft room' looks like. It's printed on what feels slightly like blotting paper - presumably to mop up the tears as you weep when you reflect your 'craft room' is the side of the sofa and your 'creative storage solutions' are largely pieces of tupperware from asda. Having read through the book I did today go out and buy some different storage - plastic boxes...from asda...BUT THE BOXES ARE NOT MEANT FOR FOOD. So it's ok. Besides, if I create some unnecessarily kooky labels for them I'll practically be Martha Stewart so it all works out in the long run. 

If I can pluck up the courage my first read for 2013 will be the next Fred Vargas. Now I've just got to grow a pair and get on with it.

* I do know none of this is possible, except maybe with the mouse, but it was a 'what if' kind of train of thought. Besides - apart from the fertility thing - what woman would mourn if men did lose them? Stupid things really.