Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 23, 2022

The Accidentally Providential Cardigan

Last August, I bought some yarn to make a gift for what I thought might be my nephew (the baby's gender was a surprise, but I heard through the grapevine that a boy was suspected). I bought a gender neutral yarn, Berrocco Ultrawool Fine in colorway Driftwood, from a local yarn shop and cast on a wee cardigan. Well, turns out the nephew was a niece! But by that time, I was 99% done with the sweater and realized that the combination of yarn and pattern was definitely more masculine than gender neutral (I think a girl could wear it, but it didn't seem appropriate as a gift). The only steps left were sewing down the pockets, weaving in ends, and adding buttons. In other words, my least favorite steps in the construction process. So I stashed it away, and got to work on a more feminine project.

Fast forward a few months, and we finally had a rainbow baby on the way.
 
Fast forward a few more months, and we discovered that our rainbow baby is a boy.

And suddenly, I realized the sweater I'd made for my "nephew" was for my not-yet-existent son all along. This may seem like nothing more than a convenient coincidence, but knitting that sweater in the first place was not the easiest task to undertake, for reasons unrelated to pattern or yarn choice. Our own baby M was due just a week before our niece -- but instead of knitting for my longed-for rainbow baby, I was knitting for his or her cousin. It's not the first time, either; of my six nieces and nephews, four are just a few months, weeks, or even days younger/older than the babies we lost would have been. Five of our seven losses have happened while my sisters-in-law were pregnant; as any loss mama can tell you, rejoicing with others is often (perhaps inevitably?) mingled with wistful longing for what you've lost yourself. As grateful as I am for those dear children, they will always be reminders of my own little loves that didn't get to stay. It's been a challenging journey to cope with that realization, in addition to the already-heavy weight of grief. 

I'm grateful to be carrying a baby who will -- Lord willing -- be born almost exactly a year after baby M's due date. I was really knitting this wee sweater for Kit, the baby I could only dream of while I recovered from a surgery that I prayed would help us finally bring another baby earthside. That's why this simple sweater means so much to me now.



I'm realizing as I look at this photo that it buttons the "wrong way" for a boy --
but that's how the pattern is written, and surely a baby can get away with it?


Well, I didn't plan for this to be an "emotional" post, but here we are. Perhaps pregnancy hormones are getting the better of me! On to less sentimental details... 

I used Tin Can Knits' Playdate Cardigan pattern, which is generously sized from 0-3 mths through adult. 




I knit the 3-6 months size with smaller-than-called-for needles to suite my chosen yarn, and I'd say it's about a 3 months size. That should be perfect for Kit, who's due in early fall. I'd certainly knit this pattern again! it's been a long time since my older boys have had a mama-made sweater, and this would be a good candidate.

I tried wood and tortoiseshell buttons of various kinds, but they were all the wrong shade of brown or too plastic. So coconut shell buttons it was (a recent favorite of mine), sewn on "backwards." 

I still can't figure out if I managed to knit my pockets to different lengths, or if I blocked them poorly, but they're not quite the same depth! Somehow I doubt Kit will either notice or care, and it's not visible from the front unless you look very hard (which you now will, since I was foolish enough to point it out...). It was my first time doing pockets like this, and was rather fun.




I do much prefer raglan sleeves to pick-up ones -- I'd almost rather knit the sleeves separate and sew them in, to be honest. For some reason I usually have to do multiple pick-ups to get the counts right, and that becomes tiresome rather quickly. But I sorted it out and am happy with the result. Now they just need chubby little baby arms to fill them, but that project's still underway...

Thursday, May 12, 2022

Bits and Bobs for Baby Boy

Once we found out that our newest baby was a boy, it didn't take me long to pull out needles (of various sorts and sizes) and set to work! I do love crafting for babies (especially my own!) -- few materials required, lightning progress, and everything tiny and sweet. I save only the best hand-me-downs from previous babies, because I know I can easily restock with thrifted finds and handmade garments. The perfect excuse to let the creative juices flow.

Sweater: Summer Cardigan pattern from Jord clothing
Pants: Self-drafted harem pattern
Aviator hat: Made for Laddie almost 8 years ago
Rainbow teether: Couldn't resist!

This was my first time using a Jord pattern, as I found them only recently. It seems I have a preference for knitting patterns from northern Europe, which can sometimes be frustrating due to the language barrier -- happily, some of Jord's patterns have been translated into English! I instantly found about six patterns I wanted, but limited myself to just one to start. Garter stitch is lovely for a cardigan, because it practically eliminates purl stitch (which I just don't enjoy). Granted, I did modify the pattern to knit the sleeves in the round, which meant alternating knit and purl rows on the sleeves. But I didn't really want to sew them up later and baby sleeves knit up quickly, so I'm happy with the compromise.




Overall, the pattern was great and quite concise. Though perhaps a little too concise, as I did have some difficulty with the instruction to do an i-cord binding around the entire sweater! Having never done one before, I was a bit lost. But happily YouTube came to the rescue, and I now have another skill under my belt. It does make a tidy finish, though rather time/yarn consuming. I absolutely love the Marine Heather colorway in KnitPicks Wool of the Andes Tweed. This is another yarn from my "fairy yarnmother," and after using three skeins I still have plenty left! Five little wood buttons finished it off.

I'm not sure if I did something wrong, but there is a noticeable indent about an inch from the yoke, on one of the increase rows. I think I did all of my increases on the right ride (with garter stitch it's not always easy to tell!), but if I did it again I would increase on the wrong side because I think it's less visible. I may leave it, or I may improvise a little brown "stripe" detail with a coordinating yarn, probably using a crochet hook. It might be a nice touch! 




Next up was a little pair of linen harem pants in roughly 0-3 months size (I'm awful with sizing!), which I hope will match the sweater size. I had a pattern that I'd drafted for Scout, which I modified slightly. I decided to do cuffs this time, since I tend to have to roll the hems and don't love the bit of serged edging peeking out -- I almost always use white serger thread, because I'm too cheap to buy three coordinating thread cones, and too lazy to change it out for every project, anyway. So these pants got a thick cuff, which is rolled up about half-way in the photos. I'm hoping this will help them last longer, too, since I can roll/unroll the cuff as the baby grows.




The fabric is a beautiful linen from a Wiksten Tova hack that I no longer wear -- the bottom half was the perfect size for a wee pair of trousers. I enjoyed adding a few details like the faux placket on the front, and the real-but-entirely-useless pocket on the back. And teeny tiny wood buttons are so sweet!






I also made a more masculine cotton rainbow for little Kit, our long-awaited rainbow baby. He's been giving me a few nudges as I write this, the most miraculous feeling. Though his seeming preference for my bladder does worry me a bit...





A recent order of fabric means that Kit's wardrobe will be expanding a bit more! All that rapid growth over the first year of a baby's life means more sewing opportunities for mama, which I'm doing my best to cope with. *wink* Something to keep me busy while I wait and pray to hold this little fellow in my arms.


Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Littlest, Kit

As a frugal person who prefers minimal interventions during pregnancy, I never would have imagined paying for an elective ultrasound. But with strict hospital visitor regulations, an utter lack of patience on my part, and the discovery that a blood gender test would actually cost more than the ultrasound -- well, for the first time in twelve pregnancies, we found ourselves at a private ultrasound studio so we could find out the gender of our rainbow baby as a family. Our only ultrasound thus far had been at eight weeks, during the "jelly bean" phase. In other words, not much to see other than the actual presence of a baby! But at 16 weeks, I knew there would be more shape and movement, and this would give our children the opportunity to see their little sibling in utero. Besides, it was hard to imagine waiting another twelve weeks to see the baby at our anatomy scan. Yes, yes, I know for most of human history ultrasounds haven't even been an option... It turned out to be a wonderful experience, and both the facility and the employees were lovely. Just a brief appointment, which suited my low-intervention preference, but we got to see our sweet baby moving around and -- most importantly -- found out the gender!

All of our children have been team girl, for the simple reason that Rosa is the only sibling that doesn't have a sister. But it should come as no surprise that our newest addition is another BOY! 



We celebrated with treats, and Little Man and Rosa helped me pick out a few things for the baby at a local consignment shop; they were so sweet as they oohed and aahed over all the little baby clothes. 

I'm always impatient to find out the gender of my babies, but with this pregnancy it's been elevated more than usual. Part of that may be that technology has advanced since Scout was born, and knowing that early blood tests are readily available makes it harder to wait. But I also think it's because I feel like I'd been waiting for a "gender reveal" not for the sixteen weeks of this pregnancy, but for one hundred seventy-four weeks -- that's how long it had been since we lost Baby J, just a few weeks before his anatomy scan. I know time is precious with each baby, that there's no guarantee of another week or another scan. And even though a stronger bond may ultimately make loss more heartbreaking, I'd rather take that risk than stay detached (though each pregnancy-after-loss mama is unique in their feelings about that). I'm so grateful for every day with this baby boy.


From left to right: hand + arm (upper left corner), profile, heartbeat

Of course, now my husband and I are faced with naming this baby! We have so many girl names that we both like, but both struggle to find mutually acceptable boy names. It's a dilemma I relish, though -- what a joy to have a little boy to name. Figuring out a blog non de plume was comparatively simple, to my surprise (it's often not). Foxes are one of my favorite animals, and fox babies are called "kits." Well, Kit also happens to be a nickname for Christopher, a name I've loved since childhood but my husband has vetoed. So here on the blog, this little one will be "Kit." 

Somehow the anatomy scan that seemed ages away is just around the corner, and I've started feeling the sweetest little movements over the past week. Little reminders that as much as this all seems like a dream, it is wonderfully, delightfully real. Praise God for His mercies!

PS -- Of course, there are knitting and sewing details to follow!

Monday, May 02, 2022

Another Pair of Pinkies

Almost as soon as I'd finished my first pair of Pinky Socks (pattern by Trude Hertaas), I cast on another pair! They were so satisfying and quick to knit, and I needed another project quickly for a crafting social. It didn't take me long to pick a new yarn from my "Fairy Yarnmother" stash and set to work.



This time I used my favorite Fish Lips Kiss heel (I use her twin stitch knit/purl technique for virtually all of my short rows/increases now! They're practically invisible), so I knit an entire pattern repeat before starting the heel. Even so, they sit quite low on the back of my heel -- but they don't slip off, and I think I can get away with wearing them with my Adelisa & Co. Dalia's (children's version here). I usually end up wearing little sock liners with my Dalias if I'm wearing a dress, because it looks a bit odd to have socks peeking up over the tops! I also did a tubular cast-on, which has been a favorite for socks lately. It does tend to muddle my brain, though.

I keep experimenting with different needle sizes, but ended up restarting this sock in 2.0mm needles and actually casting on all of the stitches (my last pair was a larger needle size, but I changed the cast-on from 64 to 56). This sock yarn was thinner, and a tighter stitch pattern seemed to work better.




These look a little funny when they're not on my feet! But I like a snug fit, and the nice thing about hand-knit socks is that they're customized to my foot proportions. 

I still have plenty of yarn left -- maybe enough for another pair of ankle socks, or perhaps Rosa will get some socks soon...

Friday, April 29, 2022

Gift for a Fairy Yarnmother

Over a year ago, a reader contacted me with a question -- she was downsizing her yarn collection, and would I like some of her stash? Shortly after, a box arrived on my doorstep. And then another, and then a third! Each one filled with beautiful yarns in some of my favorite fibers and a rainbow of colors. So many sock yarns! There were even a few cuts of fabric and a puzzle (how did she know?). I dubbed her my "Fairy Yarn-mother," and the name stuck (I don't know how she would feel about that, but hopefully she'd consider it a compliment!). You've already seen some of the results of her kindness, like Rosa's Izzy, my Elven Woods socks, and my Pinky socks. And there are more projects soon to be posted!


More crochet forays -- this time a bookmark, which was a challenging but enjoyable project.


In spite of my gratitude, 2021 was a difficult year in many ways, and it was over 12 months before I finally sent a little "thank you" package in her direction. It was also ridiculously hard for me to settle on what to send. Choosing gifts is not one of my strengths, and it's even harder when I have limited information about the recipient. But clearly sewing and knitting were something we had in common, and we also share a favorite Jane Austen novel! In the end, I went with those themes and hoped for the best.

A few lavender sachets in these Ruby Star Society "Purl" prints were a must:




And I made a small box adorned with a facsimile of Jane Austen's manuscript for "Persuasion" -- I used to make these regularly for my Etsy shop once upon a time (though with fragments of thrifted novels), but haven't done one in ages. I forgot how much I enjoyed it! 




A few goodies completed the package, and off it went. I must say, it's making me itch to make Jane Austen wares again...
 

Saturday, April 02, 2022

Faith, Hope, and Love

To create something for an unborn baby is an act of faith. I didn't fully realize that before miscarriage became an inescapable reality in my life. Every stitch is made in hope, and hope seems foolhardy when loss follows loss (after loss, after loss). 

In late August, I had a pre-op appointment for my exploratory surgery the following month. I'd been waiting for this surgery since the beginning of the year, and along with the changes I'd made to my diet and lifestyle, I hoped it might provide answers (and more importantly, solutions) for our recurrent miscarriages. It was my first time going to the big city alone, and I visited a lovely yarn shop after my appointment. My primary motive was to purchase yarn for a gift I was planning, but I also wanted to make a "faith purchase" -- a tangible expression of hope that I'd actually get and stay pregnant once again. 

I ended up purchasing a skein of Brooklyn Tweed Peerie Yarn in the warm, gender-neutral colorway "Klimt" -- not only is the merino wool sourced from the west (a bit of a souvenir of our time here), it's also heavenly soft and isn't scratchy in the slightest. Perfect for delicate baby skin. Oh, how the thought of soft baby skin makes my heart ache!

With several other projects underway, I didn't get to use my Peerie right away. In fact, I didn't start knitting until right after we got a positive pregnancy test a little over four months later. It was both harder and easier to start after that positive -- at least I didn't feel a fool for making something for a baby that might never exist, but I also feared that the little one who did exist might never get to wear the tiny garments I was knitting with such love. And that would be worse.




I wanted something with bobbles suited to a newborn's size (but most patterns had "too big" bobbles). I wanted a pixie style bonnet in fingering weight yarn (but most were for heavier yarns). I wanted booties like this marvelous gifted pair, which all of my children have worn (but when I tried modifying that pattern to a stockinette "bobble" style, it was a distinct failure). So I ended up creating my own patterns, something I've long wanted to do but have never had the courage or inspiration to try.


You can spot the ball of Peerie in the lower right corner...


I knitted away as I slowly recovered from an illness I feared might compromise this long-awaited pregnancy. Hoping, praying, waiting. Scout joined me one afternoon, falling fast asleep atop his minute sibling while I stitched tiny bobbles. As I tentatively knit together tiny garments, God was knitting together something far more precious inside of me.

Over the coming weeks, all the news was good. It seemed miraculous after so much loss. One by one, we passed the gestation dates of previous losses. We neared the time when we were ready to make an "official" announcement, which meant it was time for a new faith project.

Using cotton rope and Drops Paris cotton yarn, I set to work making a rainbow for what I hoped -- hope! -- will be my "rainbow baby" six times over. This was a relatively quick project (though wrapping all that yarn was a bit tedious), and such a joy to create. 




Ultimately, my hope lies in the redemptive work of Jesus Christ, not in the outcome of this pregnancy.  But as week follows week, I joyfully wonder if we might actually get to meet this precious baby. Not my will, but Yours, I tell Him often. My children are quick to remind me that nothing is impossible with God (though it's usually when I make a perfectly sensible statement like, "the baby can't possibly weigh 40 pounds at birth" -- it was Scout who suggested that palatable "possibility"). Getting this far feels like an achievement, but it's hardly the finish line. 

In the meantime, a tiny bonnet, pair of booties, and a fiber rainbow are the evidence of the faith, hope, and love that have surrounded this tiny new life ever since we saw that second line on a home pregnancy test. His mercies are new every morning, and great is His faithfulness.
 

Saturday, March 26, 2022

A Wee Knit for a Wee Niece

A brand-new niece was the perfect opportunity to try out some of the adorable romper patterns I've been eyeing: 



I actually combined two patterns -- the Spring Blossoms romper and the Spring Duo romper, both from the Agasalhosbugalhos shop on Etsy -- so that I could take advantage of both lace and ruffles. I used KnitPicks Cotlin in "Pennyroyal," and it's the faintest lavender; such a delicate color. I love the blend of linen and cotton, and it seemed the right weight for a summery garment. It's also machine washable (a trait highly valued by most parents of newborns, in my experience!).








This was a more involved project than I've done in a while -- so many ends to weave in, despite my changing the pattern to knit it in the round! But the small size made the inevitable frogging less "tragic," and it knit up relatively quickly in spite of my procrastination. 


I was so worried about how big the leg openings were while
I was knitting this up... and then I realized that the leg ribbing 
would take care of that issue later on!


This was also the perfect excuse to dig into my stash of teether supplies:




While my "new" niece made it nearly half-way 'round the sun before I finally put this in the post, I've received the encouraging news that she can wear it layered now, and it should fit just right this summer -- which is a relief, because properly sizing knitting is hard enough, even without babies' unpredictable growth patterns! 

Little knits really are the best.

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

A Home for Unfinished Objects

It's been a few years since I made my first real knitting bag (which is still used regularly!), and after I recently bought several prints from the Ruby Star Society "Purl" collection I knew it was time to make another. After all, I do like to keep a few projects going on my needles at all times... 





I didn't stray far from Erica Arndt's drawstring bag tutorial, and was so pleased with the result! And the fabrics just make my heart happy -- so perfect for a knitting bag, and in colors that I love.





One of my changes was to add a few pockets to the interior, which should help a bit with organization. I also interfaced my lining (just featherweight) to give the bag some extra structure, and that seems to have worked well. I used a simple cotton clothesline for the drawstring, and made my life more complicated by adding fabric tabs to keep the drawstrings together -- I didn't think a knot would work well, and I do really like the tabs. 




With a cross-country move on the horizon (only about 3 months to go!), I'm feeling the urge to use up fabric and get things sorted! Granted, this bag didn't make much of a dent in my stash, but every little bit counts, right? Right now I'm working on matching dresses for Rosa, Rosa's American Girl doll, and a little friend from church -- a much more satisfying use-up-the-fabric type of project!


 

Thursday, January 27, 2022

In Its Element

I finished up my Grey Havens sweater back in July, but had to wait several months before I could really put it to the test. But now that winter is here, I've had a few chances to wear it and I'm in love! The fit is just right, and it's quite comfortable. A magically frosty morning in December was the perfect opportunity to grab a few photos:




Little Man took this photo without my realizing it, and it perfectly showcases the sleeve cables -- it was not the simplest pattern to knit, but I love the result:




Sunday, January 23, 2022

Pinky Promise

I really didn't have new socks for me in my queue, but a few of my homemade (and storebought) pairs have recently developed holes! While I contemplate whether or not it's worth repairing the homemade pairs -- all of which were early attempts, and made from not-amazing yarns -- I decided to knit up a quick pair of Pinky socks by Trude Hertaas. I figured they'd knit up quickly, and I had the perfect yarn on hand. 



Wow, do I love this pattern! Simple enough to memorize, and very satisfying to knit. They came together as quickly as I'd hoped, too. I haven't knit a heel flap in ages, maybe years? But I thought I'd stick with the pattern this time and save any tinkering for future iterations. I can't say I like heel flaps any more than I used to, but I'm glad I gave it another go.

I'm trying out the tubular cast on for sock tops, but I'm not sure I like the result -- it seems to stretch out too much during wear. Or maybe I'm doing it wrong! 




My only change was to reduce the stitch count from 64 to 56 and use 2.75mm needles -- a bit of a challenge to take stitches out of a lace pattern, but I was able to snag four purl stitches (from either side of the tiny cables) and it came out just fine. 



The colors in this yarn are just gloriously cheerful! It was a gift from my "fairy yarnmother," and didn't come with any identifying tag, but I'd guess it's a wool/synthetic sock blend. I only used half, so I might end up making another pair...

Now I just need to work on a pair of house slippers, so I stop wearing holes in all my favorite socks!


Thursday, October 28, 2021

Roseroot

At last, my Roseroot by Lene Tosti. This poor top has been in the works since August of 2020! It was a rocky start, due to my yarn substitution choice (I have yet to make a single project in the exact yarn the pattern calls for... *cough*). It doesn't help that I'm lazy about swatching. Ironically, I abandoned this project right after I had finally worked out the kinks. It sat untouched for months, until I finally picked it up again. All I had left was thousand upon thousands of "knit, knit, knit" stitches, with a few decreases/increases thrown in and a little bit of lace work at the hem.



The yarn I used was Bremont Valentina, a gorgeous 60/40 alpaca-merino blend in one of my favorite coral hues. I am starting to question my preference for fingering weight yarn -- I think it's been largely driven by cost (yarn is ultimately sold by weight, and you get many more yards of fingering than you do bulkier yarns). But goodness, it makes for slow knitting! Each row can be several hundred stitches, yet you only get an 1/8 of an inch of progress for each row. I'm craving the quick(er) progress of a nice, bulky yarn. Then again, I made this top for a song -- during a crazy clearance sale I paid $1.82 per skein, instead of the $13 the yarn would normally retail for. And I only used a few yards of the fourth skein, so the sweater cost less than $6. The materials cost is hard to beat...let's just not talk about the hours (and hours...and hours!) that went into construction. But I knit because I love it, so we'll waive the labor "cost."



Apart from some tedium and impatience on my end, the rest of the knitting did go smoothly. I have no idea what size I even ended up knitting, because I think it changed several times during the project (again, yarn weight issues!). I even changed needle sizes at one point! But remarkably, it ended up fitting nicely and didn't need any further adjustments. A definite blessing after so much headache at the beginning. 

Is it odd that one of my biggest frustrations was running out of my third skein of yarn on my cast-off round?! Literally just a few yards short -- if I had made the sweater one row shorter, I would have had enough. Instead, I had to join new yarn from my final skein (I shouldn't complain, at least I had plenty for the project!). I really think what made me grumpy was having more ends to weave in; I'm always so ready to just be done when I cast off. But watching this sweater "bloom" was such a treat -- blocking produced a magical transformation, not only for the lace (which always needs blocking to look right) but also for a few wonky patches where I'd changed needles, etc. 



And, once again, I have completed a project just after the appropriate season -- which means this top will probably be tucked away until spring, because the temperature hasn't budged above 65 for several weeks. It seems no matter how well I plan, I still manage to finish my projects at the "wrong" time! I'll just have to console myself with pulling out my Grey Havens sweater, which has been waiting since July...

Friday, July 30, 2021

Literary Knitting: Grey Havens Sweater

While I've never betrayed my aesthetic tastes merely because of a moniker, I have to admit that knitting patterns with literary connections tend to catch my eye! Agatha Christie and J.R.R. Tolkien are currently tied in my collection, with three sock patterns for the former and two sock patterns and a sweater pattern for the latter (my recent Elven Woods socks included -- if you're looking for "literary socks," I highly recommend This Handmade Life patterns). 

I've had Maria Olson's lovely Grey Havens sweater pattern in my queue for ages -- I even purchased Wool of the Andes in colorway "Sagebrush" back in August of 2019. Last December I finished up my Poolside sweater (which I still need to photograph, now that I've taken several inches off the bottom and it's actually wearable) and finally started on Grey Havens. 





It turned out to be quite the project! It took me several months of dedicated work to complete, and it was my companion as I grieved the loss of a baby and then lost another. Knitting is a sort of therapy, and the slowness of it means that stories are woven into each project. 




It wasn't a hard knit, but there were a lot of details and charts to keep track of. This particular pattern isn't the easiest to adjust, since the interlocking cables have to match up on the body and the sleeves -- but happily it fits fine (just a hair on the long side), and the yarn that seemed a bit stiff softened up nicely after blocking. 




As is usual for me, I didn't finish it in time to wear it before the weather warmed up! So even though I finished it in May and haven't worn it yet, I'm posting pictures now because we both know I'll never get around to it if I wait. *wink* 




I've just cast on a sweater for Rosa -- let's see if I can finish it for the fall...

Friday, July 16, 2021

Elven Woods Socks (and a Farewell to Ravelry)

I've finally finished up my Elven Woods Socks -- I have no idea why these took so long! I do love Olivia's sock patterns; this is my second finished pair, and I have several of her patterns that I'm eager to try. They're also very reasonable (and some were free on Ravelry).

I've been on a bit of Tolkien knitting kick lately, having just finished up my Grey Havens sweater (pictures forthcoming, but don't hold your breath -- it's too hot to take pictures just now).



I knit these with gifted yarn that happily matched up on both socks (except for a patch on the top of the feet, which perplexes me!). I had no idea how to ensure that the colors changed in the same place on each sock, but I ended up not needing to do anything. I just started the 2nd sock where I left off on the 1st!




Overall I'm quite pleased with these -- they're comfy and turned out rather well. But I do have some regrets! I opted to do the lace pattern 3 times instead of as written, and it ended up longer on the calf than I'd have liked. They have a tendency to sag a little, and the lace pattern doesn't really stand out as much as it would with a solid yarn. 

Also, I thought I'd be clever and add the little ribbing detail on the top of the foot. What I didn't realize was that the pattern included a pretty little mini-lace pattern near the toe. I wish I'd done that, instead! And to top it all off, the ribbing ended up being a royal pain on the 2nd sock because I forgot to start it in the right spot and had to do some strategic (read: time consuming and tedious) frogging to fix that.

I knit these with 2.0mm needles, which is standard for me -- I usually find women's medium-sized socks to be too large. I also made the feet a little longer than usual, because I've been finding that when I knit a Fish Lips Kiss heel there is a tendency for the heel to end up sliding down the foot. 

All in all, I now have a cozy pair of socks that were enjoyable to knit. Time to move on to the next project in my queue...




PS -- Sadly, I've decided it's time for me to leave Ravelry. I debated leaving last year during the whole political fiasco, but eventually decided to stay and just purchase the patterns I wanted from other websites whenever possible. But recently they posted Gay Pride artwork to their homepage that included sexually explicit (albeit cartoon) images. While I have never liked Ravelry's rather aggressive pro-homosexual and  liberal political stance (I don't see what on earth it has to do with knitting -- I think we can be kind to one another without pushing agendas), I absolutely draw the line at explicit material. It took a while, but I went through and tried to find all of the patterns I'd saved on other websites and have started using Pinterest to organize my favorite knitting patterns/designs. I still need to go through my saved projects and save any relevant info before I remove my account. I guess I'll be starting a knitting journal in earnest now! I'm so sad to lose Ravelry, which was hugely instrumental in my learning to knit in the first place and really has an excellent database -- but it's time. 

 

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Calvin in Gilead

When I started reading Gilead and With Calvin in the Theater of God at the same time, I little expected them to intersect. Calvin is rarely a name that surfaces in literature (especially modern), and when it does, it's usually a negative reference. Imagine my surprise to find the narrator of Gilead refer to Calvin positively. Though, to be honest, I didn't know what to expect from Marilynne Robinson. I've seen her books recommended often -- and often by fellow knitters, come to think of it! -- but this was my first foray into her writing. I wasn't disappointed. I wrote a bit about both books in my recent "book review" post, but thought I'd share some of my favorite passages. It's quite rare for me to mark passages in a novel, so that says something about Gilead!



I've delayed this post long enough that I'm far
past this point in my Grey Havens Sweater...


But I'll start with Calvin, which I found to be an excellent collection of essays not so much about Calvin himself, but rather about topics that he was passionate about. Each writer acknowledged Calvin's strengths and remarkable contribution to theology and church history, without "deifying" him or denying his weaknesses (he was human, and therefore a sinner, after all). Essentially, the authors glorified Jesus Christ, not John Calvin. Which is exactly what Calvin would have wanted.

As a mother, it's easy to feel that the "busyness" of my daily life detracts from my ability to serve God. But as David Mathis noted in his introduction, "It was the everyday life of suffering that produced [Calvin's] holy angst, the everyday life of disorder that begged for his arrangement, the everyday life of deadlines that prodded his productivity. It was an everyday life surrounded by distraught souls needing encouragement and deeply depraved sinners needing help with holiness. He simply would not -- could not -- have done what he did had he been tucked away in studious solitude, trying to maximize his isolation from the world and its fallenness."

Struggling with grief and loss comes with many challenges -- not least of which is the temptation to doubt God's goodness. Mark Talbot quotes Calvin in his essay, "Bad Actors on a Broken Stage:"

"No one will weigh God's providence properly and profitably but him who considers that his business is with his Marker and the Framer of the universe, and with becoming humility submits himself to fear and reverence."

Later, Talbot writes, "When bad things happen to us, are there ways to stop feeling that we have been given serpents for fish and stones for bread? In these situations, we need to know, Calvin writes, the Bible's promises that 'God's singular providence watches over the welfare of believers,' as well as to become acquainted with Scripture's examples of God's 'great diligence' in caring for his saints... it is primarily in and through our encounters with this world's sin and suffering that we begin to enjoy 'the immeasurable felicity of the godly mind.'" 

As a side note, reading Talbot's chapter has convinced to read his book, When the Stars Disappear, which I've been eyeing for a while.

I was also interested to learn more about Calvin's perspective on poverty, which Marvin Olasky tackled in his essay, "The Secular Script in the Theater of God." He writes that "many people throughout medieval times had heard that the best way to help the poor was to give them spare food, clothes, and coins. Tyndale's emphasis on agape rather than charity challenged that, and Calvin's theoretical writing, plus the policies he implemented in Geneva, showed in practice the meaning of agape. He taught and showed that the best way to tackle poverty was not to distribute alms, but to open a business and employ those who would otherwise beg. The understanding underlying Calvin's emphasis on helping the poor and the alien was simple: Everyone is created in God's image and is worthy of respect. He wrote, 'We cannot but behold our own face as it were in a glass in the person that is poor and despised...though he were the furthest stranger in the world.'"

In a culture where the words "justice" and "equality" have been mutilated into weapons by those with political agendas, or degraded by social media's virtue signaling, we would do well to look to Calvin -- who was looking to Jesus. If all humans are made in God's image, then all of the people that I meet deserve respect that is not dependent on their color, gender, class, or cultural background. If all men are descended from Adam, as the Bible teaches, there is simply no room for one human to feel superior to another. I'm made in God's image, and so are you.

I also appreciate Calvin's perspective on poverty, which deserves more than just a "band-aid" approach. I once read a Victorian-era novel that addresses this issue -- I wish I could remember the title! In the story, concerned citizens from local churches (not the government) established a homeless shelter whose residents were provided with (and required to) work. The work itself turned discarded material into a useful resource, which is its own lesson in creative sustainability. The idea was to provide the impoverished with life skills that would eventually grant them independence. In the meantime, their immediate needs for food and shelter were met. It still puzzles me why this model is not more common! Granted, it is far more "costly" than just donating money or goods, because it involves taking the time and effort to truly help others. 

But back to The Theater of God -- each essay was well worth reading, and I'm so pleased that this book caught my attention.   




There really is no good segue to Gilead; while I read these books at the same time, and found an unexpected "connection," that's where the similarity ends. 

It wasn't hard to warm to Marilynne Robinson's characters -- they seemed so real, even when I didn't understand their way of thinking. The narrator, a pastor in his 70's, was someone I'd like to meet. The book is reflective, written as a letter from father to son. As he near the end of his life, he recalls his own nuanced family relationships and the hardships that his community endured. A dying man in a dying town. Several of the characters have their own novels, which I think I'll have to read now. 

Here's the passage that connected this contemplative novel to Calvin:

"Calvin says somewhere that each of us is an actor on a stage and God is the audience... I do like Calvin's image, though, because it suggests how God might actually enjoy us. I believe we think about that far too little. It would be a way into understanding essential things, since presumably the world exists for God's enjoyment, not in any simple sense, of course, but as you enjoy the being of a child even when he is in every way a thorn in your heart." (pg 124-125)

It's not an easy book to read, because it's not the kind of story that's tied up in a neat little bow at the end. There is some resolution, but the book doesn't have a dramatic story arc to begin with. It just makes you think about life, about relationships, about God Himself. I don't quite understand all of the narrator's trains of thought, and think I disagree with a few things he said. But some passages were wonderful, like this one:

"But I wished to say certain things about the Fifth Commandment, and why it should be thought of as belonging to the first tablet. Briefly, the right worship of God is essential because it forms the mind to a right understanding of God. God is set apart -- He is One, He is not to be imagined as a thing among things (idolatry -- this is what Feuerbach failed to grasp). His name is set apart. It is sacred (which I take to be a reflection of the sacredness of the Word, the creative utterance which is not of a kind with other language). Then the Sabbath is set apart from other days, for the enjoyment of time and duration, perhaps, over and above the creatures who inhabit time. Because "the beginning," which might be called the seed of time, is the condition for all the creation that follows. Then mother and father are set apart, you see. It seems to me almost a retelling of Creation -- First there is the Lord, then the Word, then the Day, then the Man and Woman -- and after that Cain and Abel -- Thou shalt not kill -- and all the sins recorded in those prohibitions, just as crimes are recorded in the laws against them. So perhaps the tablets differ as addressing the eternal and the temporal.  

What the reading yields is the idea of father and mother as the Universal Father and Mother, the Lord's dear Adam and His beloved Eve; that is, essential humankind as it came from His hand. There's a pattern in these Commandments of setting things apart so that their holiness will be perceived. Every day is holy, but the Sabbath is set apart so that the holiness of time can be experienced. Every human being is worthy of honor, but the conscious discipline of honor is learned from this setting apart of the mother and father, who usually labor and are heavy-laden, and may be cranky or stingy or ignorant or over-bearing. Believe me, I know this can be a hard Commandment to keep. But I believe also that the rewards of obedience are great, because at the root of real honor is always the sense of the sacredness of the person who is its object. In the particular instance of your mother, I know that if you are attentive to her in this way, you will find a very great loveliness in her. When you love someone to the degree you love her, you see her as God sees her, and that is an instruction in the nature of God and humankind and of Being itself. That is why the Fifth Commandment belongs on the first tablet. I have persuaded myself of it." (pg 138-139)


It seems Gilead is one of those books that defies simple description. I'm reading Robinson's novel Housekeeping now, and find it much the same. They're the kind of books that challenge, stories that I mull over even when I'm not reading them. The closest thing I can think of is Leif Enger's beautiful novel, Peace Like a River, even though they're quite different. 

At any rate, I've rambled on long enough -- you'd be far better off reading the books themselves than my lengthy musings! Reading anything good lately? I'd love to know -- I'm always on the lookout for book list candidates!


Tuesday, September 15, 2020

In Which I Can Finally Call Myself a Knitter

I have resisted making a shawl ever since I started knitting in 2013. I've often been tempted to add one to my queue, especially as so many knitters seem to find them indispensable! Could I really even call myself a knitter without a shawl in my repertoire? *wink* But I've always found shawls a bit troublesome with little ones to wrangle, and worried knitting one would be a waste of both time and yarn. Then I saw Catherine's Cowboys and Angels shawls last May, and I knew I was in trouble! Lack of suitable yarn held me up for a while, but at last I came into possession of 4 skeins of Vidalana Lofti DK in the colorway "Mittens." It's purple-and-white, but it reads pink from a distance. 



This shawl was such a treat to knit! The pattern is by Isabell Kraemer, and it's so well-written. It kept me company through many a hot summer afternoon, while the littles frolicked at the splash pad and I sheltered in the shade.



The details in this pattern were what really attracted me -- lattice, bobbles, texture. My yarn was a bit heavier than the pattern called for, so it ended up thick and cozy. Which suits me just fine, because I've discovered that a shawl is quite a comforting thing. And comfort is something that's quite welcome in this heavy, weary year. I love to wrap myself up in and enjoy the warmth and peace. At least until I'm called away by a child or a task, which usually happens within five minutes...



I'm glad I finally succumbed to shawl knitting, though I know better than to let it become a habit. And I have a feeling my current queue (which only seems to get longer, not shorter) will keep my busy for a while!