Hat!

I finished my hat the night I started it, so I thought it was about time to put up a picture. Especially since I've worn it a few times already.



Of course, it's tough to take a picture of a hat you're wearing. Sorry. The color is more accurate in this picture, but still not exactly true on my monitor. Whatever.

Anyway, I'm bogged down in homework land, and I've got Secret Pal stuff to wrap up. Not much else is going on.

As a note, anyone who is thinking about knitting a lace shawl but doesn't think they have anywhere to wear one, they're excellent as really long scarves.

Have a great weekend!

Spring?

It's the first day of spring, and in Iowa, that means snow? Check out Libby's post for some lovely shots of our spring snow. I figured, though, since winter's officially over, I might as well start knitting myself a stocking cap. If I finish tonight, it'll probably be cold enough tomorrow morning to wear it. Wanna see the progress?



I'm using some Manos del Uruguay wool that I picked up at Beads and Beyond when we had the knit in for The Preemie Project there. The green is an interesting color; if forced to describe it, I might call it an acid olive green (it's number 68). Unfortunately, it doesn't photograph well. However, I'm liking the stripes.

Speaking of that knit-out thing, I sewed my second bag weeks ago to donate as a raffle prize. It's big enough, and zipper/velcro free enough to be a knitting bag.



And as a bonus, I made a little notions bag. Here's an interior shot.



Other volunteers stepped up and filled this bag with yarn and notions. I don't know who won it, but I hope they like it!

And last but not least, the first day of spring means the one year blogiversary of Wool Windings. Tracy is not only an inspirational blogger, she's a prolific charity knitter and a wonderful woman. Happy blogiversary!

Life Altering Experience

You may or may not know this about me, but I procrastinate like no other (that's how I get so much knitting done). One of the advantages of having high speed internet is that you can waste a lot of time at websites like Homestar and Google Video. One of the often unanticipated side effects of procrastination, though, is that you occasionally have a life altering experience.

Tonight while wasting time, I stumbled across this humble little 22 second video. My life will never be the same, and so I am sharing it with you. Maybe some of you who have more experience than I do at folding shirts won't be too terribly impressed, but by golly, this really works.



Enjoy!

Two FOs!

Yeah, pictures of two finished objects! I'm excited. First off, here's my finished Shedir, with the remaining Rowan Calmer.



Yeah, that's, like, a third of the ball left. I knit this on US 3 Addi Turbos, and used US 3 Balene II dpn's. I didn't like the Balenes. I used the specified yarn, too, but I don't remember what color it is right now. I thought I might not have enough yarn (I only got one ball), so I eliminated two rounds of ribbing at the beginning. One to save yarn, and the other because I do a long tail cast on whenever possible. Unfortunately, there are decorative eyelets around the bottom because my m1-purls aren't up to snuff. I left them, though, 'cause I didn't know if I would get gauge, and figured I would end up ripping my first attempt out. Now I know not to assume such things. Here's the top of the hat, which I like very much.



And in even more exciting news, my apartment smells like wet wool! Adamas is blocking!



I finished the knitting last Tuesday, but Heather's dorm room wasn't big enough to block it, and I didn't have pins. I blocked it using some 67 cent craft wires I picked up in the fake flower section of Wal-Mart. And pins. Pinned out, it measures 84" long across the top and 37" from neck to point, but it'll probably get a little smaller when I pull it off tomorrow.

This was a fun shawl to knit, and the pattern was very well written. Thanks, Miriam!. I can definitely see myself knitting this again, especially because the finished product is so lovely.

And in response to my secret pal, I LOVE LACE! I'm done yelling from the rooftops now :) I will say, though, that lace is probably my favorite thing to knit. Although preemie hats for the Preemie Project are up there with it.

Remind me not to brag about two posts in two days again, m'kay? Seriously, though, things have been ridiculously busy around here. Two whole weeks of taking midterms and giving midterms and trying to remain sane even though my apartment looked as if it had been hit by a tornado were not good. The apartment is still a mess, but at least it's spring break, so I'm not there to notice ;) Where am I? Visiting Heather in Louisville. The weather here is great; it's been in the 50's to 60's, and there was rain (not snow! not ice! rain!) and sun, too.

The trip has been relaxing, although this morning we had to jump my car battery. Here in the South (yes, to me this is the South), when your hood is up, it's like a magnet for every guy in a two mile radius. Of course, since Heather and I are quite capable of jumping a battery, as we've done it often enough, we politely turned down all offers of help. Until that young pup of a security guard on her campus insisted that he be allowed to take over help. See, we were using a jump pack thing that the security office makes available for people in need on the campus, and after carefully reading the directions, were confident that all was well. Well, this eager young man (think golden retriever... "I've got it, I've got it!") was sure that we had hooked it up wrong, and that the black cable needed to be on the battery instead of on a "non-moving metal part on the car." You know, to ground it? So he clips that onto the battery (not the best idea) and tells me to start 'er up. Well, Bonnie (my car, yes, she has a name) wasn't going for that, so he says we need a different jump pack. So he pulls the clamps off of the battery, at which point I can SEE ELECTRIC SPARKS arcing between the battery and the clamp, and hops in his Jeep to fetch us a new one. The new one was dead, so he quickly went to get a third.

Now, I know this is a long story, but I've really got to share... bear with me. He hooks up the third one (yes, the positive and negative ends, again, a bad idea) and says immediately to turn on the car. Um, sir? My battery has absolutely no charge. None. Three seconds is not going to give it a charge, no matter what you think. But I try, 'cause this guy wouldn't take no for an answer. So Bonnie doesn't start (who's surprised? not me), and the warning lights in the interior start flashing (you know, the oil light, the battery light, and the temperature light), so I say, maybe we should just give it a minute and I walk to the other side of the car. He says, "Well, would you mind if I try?" and hops in and starts leaning on the ignition. Now, the pack says to try the ignition for no longer than 10 seconds every two to three minutes, but he's just holding it down, pushing on the accelerator. After about forty-five seconds of this, the air smells strongly of gasoline, and the car, she starts. So Young Pup hops out and pulls the jump pack off of the battery, instead of leaving it on for a few mintues so that the battery has a bit of a charge, and says "Does your car often make a tone?" I was confused and said, sure, it makes lots of noises to GET HIM AWAY FROM THE CAR BEFORE HE BREAKS IT. So he hops into his Jeep and leaves us in the parking lot.

Now, I know enough about jumping cars to know that you have to run them for awhile so that the alternator can do it's job, so Heather and I hop in. And what do we hear? The most ominous noise my car has ever made (and really, she makes lots and lots of noises, not all of which are comforting). It's like the dinging noise that comes on when you leave your lights on or your keys in or something, except instead of being an off-and-on noise, it's this persistent "I'm really upset" alarm type noise. And it wasn't stopping. And I couldn't turn my car off, because I had no reason to believe there was enough power in the battery to start it again. So after five minutes of praying that my car was not ruined in a strange city, I turned Bonnie off. After about ten seconds, the noise stopped. I was a bit nervous about the chances that the car would even start again, but she did, and we took off to get lunch (and charge the battery up).

Really really long story short? Bonnie's fine, and I feel much more like a feminist than ever before. Seriously, I know how to jump a car battery without causing even short-term damage to a car, so just let me do it. Or read the directions. Is that too much to ask?

And back to knitting. I finshed my Adamas Shawl, but it's not blocked. Dorm rooms are, unsurprisingly, not fit for blocking shawls. So that'll be done when I get back to Iowa City this weekend. And I've started Shedir, from the Knitty Breast Cancer special issue. It's lovely, and fun to knit, too. I don't have pictures, though, as I forgot the cable that goes with my camera. You can see some great pictures of Shedir here, though. And why not read about the design process at Girl From Auntie? I only got one ball of Calmer (um, it's expensive), so there's a bit of adventure involved. If there's enough yarn, expect a picture soon. Because why would I do homework when there's anything interesting around to be knit?