OMG. What’s that creeping around the garden?

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Oh, wait, that’s me. In my new sweater… The one that took since February to finish…

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I was checking out my ravelry page last week and saw the last sweater was the Simpleton. And I thought to myself, “self, better go update that with the latest project” and then I said “SELF!! THAT IS THE LATEST PROJECT!! What have you been doing with yourself?!!” And then I spent some time reminding my Self that I have bought a house, moved, bought and started dying 40 lbs of wool, spinning that wool up for the shop yada yada. So I cut Self a break.

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However, I did have to admit that I had half a measly sleeve left, so this weekend I buckled down, finished it, sewed it together, and went out creeping around the garden so you all could see.

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Also, sitting on the stairs. Because that’s what I do in my new house.

The Pattern is Larch, and I’ve been eyeing it for a while now. I had some alpaca from New Hampshire Sheep and Wool that needed knitting, and I went at it… In February. Now in fairness, I did do all the things I told Self I was doing, so that did contribute to it taking an embarrassingly long 7 months to finish. However the other main contributors were the yarn, which was slippery and the needles which were too (dumb dumb. Wooden needles for alpaca, Kate!!). And the interminable collar. Now I have to say that I’m annoyed that I like the collar best of all the things I’ve tried for collars. It is however VERY SLOW knitting… ribbing with knit and purl twisted stitches. It makes a great collar. It takes forever. Especially when the yarn is slippy and you’re ready to throw it at the wall. So mainly a yarn choice issue. I love the finished sweater, but this one was definitely a product knit, not a process knit.

So I then emptied the yarn bag on the floor, making a giant mess and once again confirming that half of it is scraps and things that I don’t know what to do with. So I grabbed the bag of scraps and ran to knit night, where I formed a plan for a blanket which will eat those scraps and leave me with breathing room in the bag. Which I suspect I will need, as I’m heading to Rhinebeck next month. And that may require a little room in the bag for some new yarn…


Weekend Wrap-up

Lesson #1: When you have a million green tomatoes, and they’re not turning red, what this means is that all of a sudden, you will have MILLIONS OF RED TOMATOES all at once. We have a mixing bowl full in the fridge, plus the peppers, the cukes, the eggplant… I should have shut up when I was all “wah wah, tomatoes aren’t turning”

bowl of tomatoes

eggplant and tomatoes

Lesson #2: Paint is magic. The new couch showed up today (!!) which meant that, for real, the walls needed painting. So the dreaded beige…


Became a calming Grey Wisp (Ah, paint color names, I love them).

living-room after

Also of note, new windows were investigated, fishing and laundry was done, spinning was done, and stuffed peppers were made. All in all, a great weekend.


**tap tap** “This Thing On?”


Umm, so yeah. A little radio silence to keep us all guessing. But… I’m baaaa-aacckk!


In my defense, I have a fairly good reason for the silence. A while ago, I alluded to the Very Expensive Thing that we were trying to do. Well, we did it. Mr. Wound Up Tight (also known as Mr. Laid Back) and I did the very expensive thing and are now the proud owners of a 1860 farm house, walking distance to the center of town. This involved packing up all our belongings and making the epic trip 3 miles from our old humble abode in a very luxurious U-haul and unpacking it. This, I should not have been so surprised as I was, turned out to be a very time consuming thing.


We went ahead and planted a very sophisticated garden, in blue buckets, due to the aforementioned time contraints. We have peppers and cucumbers and eggplants coming out our ears. There are lots of tomatoes, which are slowly turning red (they had an incident involving not enough water on a hot day, but they seem to be recovering).


And so it’s been an unending stream of “unpack this! Go to the beach! Unpack this! Buy this! Go on vacation and hike all over the Tetons again! Dye some wool! Knit something!” etc. But I am finally getting to a point where we are starting to get some paint on the walls, furniture of a non-free-college type, and I can take a little breath. I’ve still been biking to work (50th day for the year today) and dying up wool and spinning, and a little knitting. Knitting has been slow because I’m procrastinating and fighting with the splitty laddery alpaca, but I’m sure it’ll be lovely when it’s done.

So sorry for the silence, hopefully I’ll be back on a more regular basis soon, and you can watch me run around like a chicken without a head doing project after project before falling into bed at the end of the day. However, tonight, I’m parking myself here, on my back porch (ahem, I’ll just say it again, since it may have escaped your notice… MY BACK PORCH!! THE ONE THAT IS ALL MINE!!) and work on the splitty sleeve and drink some yummy stuff.