No, it’s a swatch!
As I sit here in my little cave, also known as my study, contemplating this piece of a potential pattern, I like to imagine sunlight streaming through the nonexistent windows to the limpid notes of Debussy. Here Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli plays two preludes and Children’s corner; Mitsuko Uchida plays the 12 etudes; and Walter Gieseking plays the Suite Bergamasque.
And, having reached the end of my inspiration, thus ends this post.
Knitting: I’m trying to stashbust, I really really am, trust me on that one, dear reader, but sometimes my designs end up orthogonally positioned to the existing stash. And then Jon at Easyknits offers free shipping and Tott admires some yarn and and and.
Music: There’s nothing quite like Philippe Jaroussky singing the Domine Deus from one of Vivaldi’s Glorias. Well, except maybe Joshua Bell playing Brahms.
Book: I’m reading Fridtjof Nansen’s På Ski Over Grønland in a very handsome edition from the local library. Let me regale you with stories about the width of sled runners and the weights of different woods.
Oh wait, let me not do that. My personal milestone this week (as opposed to a personal millstone) does involve a book, however. The first scarves from the Not Quite Samite collection were knitted back in the summer of 2014, so this collection has been two and a half years in the making — but let’s not think about that egregious timeline cos it’s finally finished and you can now buy all 7 patterns together as an e-book!
Here are some sample pages from the book — manuscript images and medieval accounts of Merovingians accompany the eponymous scarves:
If you feel like busting some stash and marveling at the murderous deeds of Frankish royalty, this might totally be the thing for you!
With profuse apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson.
I will knit you sweaters and socks for your delight
With Malabrigo in the morning and Kureyon at night.
I will make an afghan fit for you and me
Of Manos and Wollmeise and leftover Kauni.
I will knit my mittens, and you shall have a toque
with bobbles and Viking cables and a scarf to match it, too.
And you shall scour the roving so that it’s clean and white
as fresh snow in the morning or moonbeams at night.
And this shall be for spinning when no one else is near,
The rolags from my secret stash, of baby camel and cashmere!
That only I will knit, that only you will wear
With peeries, waves and peaks from the Isle Fair.
Ever since I got my Louet Julia, my spindles have seen little spinning duty. But there’s hardly any point in busting out the wheel for a single rolag…this one courtesy of Deb at my favourite Fondant Fibre. So I’m going to spend Sunday afternoon spindling while listening to folk songs.
Spinning Wheel, sung by Nana Mouskari
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o’er the fire her grand grandmother sitting
is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting…
Llangollen Market, sung by Siobhan Owen
While thinking of my Owen, my eyes with tears do fill,
And then my mother chides me because my wheel stands still,
But how can I think of spinning when my Owen’s far away;
Why, Owen, did you leave me? At home why did I stay?
And while definitely not a song, I just discovered that BBC Radio 4 has a whole collection of knitting-related programs!
The language of knitting abbreviations is a world unto its own and, as I haven’t bothered to teach my spellchecker these terms, it’s spent most of the past 5 years furiously underlining all my perceived spelling errors in red. I’ve gotten so used to it that the angry underscoring hardly registers anymore — but somehow I ended up right-clicking to see what suggestions it would make for kfbf (knit into the front, back, and front of the same stitch).
Apparently afbf, bfbf, cfbf, and dfbf are perfectly cromulent words…
Ein messesondag klar
på gamle prestegård
Det var så fint å sjå
der gamle kirkje lå…
The cold has finally come to Norway!!! And because I dislike wind on my face, I decided to knit a cowl: Jotunheim. Free pattern, anyone? 🙂
As you can see, dear reader, the light box produces its share of execrable photos. It does, however, make this blue — which is rather matte and blah in real life — look rich and lovely. Now, if only it could similarly transform the sport weight sock yarn into cashmere or 18 micron merino…
If you wondered where “Jotunheim” came from, you won’t be surprised to hear that I’ve been reading Neil Gaiman’s latest: Norse Mythology, a retelling of some of the Norse myths. These are stories for reading out loud. For dark winter evenings and overcast days and too-long train trips. They are straightforward and tinged with tragedy as if the gods know that their adventures, no matter how much laughter and awe that they induce, will only lead them to Ragnarok.
On a musical note (pun totally intended), I’ve gone from The Clash to Antonio Caldara. This aria! And this aria! FROM AN ORATORIO ABOUT MEROVINGIANS! And then this whole cantata! I am quite convinced that one could await Ragnarok without worries or anxiety as long as one were not deprived of this music.