Already this winter is better than last. Just after Christmas we got a couple of dumps of snow, nearly two feet of powder, good enough for snowshoes. Best of all it stayed cold for a while, but then , that dreaded warming and quite a bit of the lovely snow melted, alas.
Winter is my favourite time of year. No need to have excuses to be inside listening to music, creating, designing, or escaping in a good book with a cup of tea in front of the fire. Meanwhile the necessity of dog walking means that I still get out twice a day, one early morning, before breakfast, down the road, and the other, afternoon, in the woods, up the hill. I sense that, when I’m out at this time of year, that there are not a lot of others out, braving the weather. Too bad for them; for me the feeling during the day is like late at night, tranquil, when most of the world is asleep.
Last week Murphy and I did a weekend road trip to Bonney River, New Brunswick to help my cousin with some computer things. I brought my snowshoes but I couldn’t really let Murphy off the leash because the ice on the Magaguadavic River (those who know call it the Magadavy) and the smaller Bonney River where we walked in the woods was not reliably frozen, so I trudged for miles in my big Sorel pacs.
The Saturday of our visit was snowy all day. I had hopes that there was also snow three hours south but it turned out to not be.
Sunday warmed up enough that under the snow was boggy melt, enough that Murphy could drink the water pooling in our footsteps.
My helpful data entry gig lasted until noon on Monday, then a last lunch and we headed back as the temperatures were going down, again. Home in Maine, most of our snow was gone, the driveway a sheet of ice and so cold that my little woodstove could barely keep the temp inside above 15C. Upstairs my thermometer read 9C, inside one morning. A hot water bottle helps keep my feet warm.
The morning walks are a challenge when it is this cold. My extra long scarf wraps around my face but that means I can’t wear glasses because they steam and then ice up. I wear long fingerless gloves inside my heaviest mittens, wool socks inside my felt pac boots, full length down coat and two hats. Thus garbed, I can walk for hours if I want but my vision is a bit blurry and the two hat thing is not my best look, so I decided to make a heavier proper earflap Fair Isle hat. I found a good pattern on ravelry.com, The Juneau Fair Isle Hat, by Jenny Dolan that I used as a starting point. I liked the I-cord edge and I’ve done enough two-stranded hats and mitts that I thought I could come up with a decent, warm hat.
Meanwhile, I bought a new book at my LYS (Local Yarn Store, to non-knitters) about using up stash yarn. A Yarn Stash, is like the the loot in the secret caves of the thieves that Ali Baba followed. I have heard there are knitters who buy only enough yarn for a project at a time, use it, then get more. Weird, I say. I have yarn that I bought in the 70’s (I think that ‘s the oldest) and have accumulated enough that I could probably knit my stash for a couple of years (doing nothing else) before I needed more. But there is always something more.
My LYS is the fabulous Heavenly Socks in Belfast, Maine. It’s a dangerous place for yarn lovers. I have the same affinity for yarn stores as for fabric ones. (reference my post: A change agent, lamenting change, May, 2011). Colour, texture, possibilities. Best of all, most things you knit can be unravelled and knit again, changed, mistakes corrected. It’s a most forgiving art and my default activity when I have a problem to solve in another arena. Knit for a while and suddenly the how of constructing a pocket that works from two sides, or some other problem, becomes evident.
The stash-busting book had a tip that I wanted to try. There is a newish item in the yarn stores called a Zauberball that has long colour changes that fade into each other. Zauber means magic, and the book suggested making a magic ball from coordinating colours of yarn, creating a variegated ball that would stripe fairly regularly. I had just finished a fabulous pair of socks with yarn from Good Karma Farm so the small leftover ball was the inspiration. I don’t have lots of sock yarn so I doubled anything that was fingering weight or sport weight to match the knitting worsted weight that is most of my stash. I lined up the colours on my desk then started roughly measuring lengths and knotting them together. The beauty is that if you knit plain, all the knots will go to the back.
I made a BIG magic ball. First, to try it out, I knit a scarf I saw on Ravelry, Wingspan Scarf. Of course, my yarn is thicker than most so mine is a bit like a long collar. Because it is garter stitch the knots show everywhere but I sewed a shell button on every knot, used big shell buttons so that it can be buttoned up and beaded the pointy ends. I also did the yo, lace-ish version; helps with the buttons.
It’s kinda old man, 1940’s colours but I like it.
Then Hat or another pair of mitts? I went for the hat so I could stop the two hat madness. I knit the hat in 2.5 days, using my magic ball and natural worsted from Briggs and Little in NB. I started with the ear flaps and figured my gauge from them, calculated how many stitches to add and unlike the pattern, I moved the earflaps back a bit. I also made the earflaps longer because they didn’t seem long enough by themselves, so now they are super long. Because of my stitch count I used a 16 stitch repeat pattern that was 15 rows for the main pattern but it was getting too deep so I started decreasing with the pattern, lost six more stitches in the plain rows then did regular decreases with a tree pattern. Someday I’ll make a plain hat (Hunh!) I finished the top with a flower, purple with green mohair leaves. the flaps and a head band are lined with purple stretch velvet. I paired purple mohair with a purple worsted for the cord edge and made a loop and button closing at the points of the earflaps. The flaps are too long to have ties. And I think flaps always look cooler, loose.
Somehow I have once again channeled my inner Mongol horde ancestry with my take on the ancient warrior of the steppes hat.
I used the timer on my new camera for the first time today. What a revelation! It has a face recognition feature.
The countdown to snap doesn’t start until you look at the camera. How amazing is that? No more rushing to get in the pic . I wanted to take a picture of the back and had to look at the camera before I turned around. The only hard part is figuring out where to stand so that I am in the frame. Murphy participated as well because he was jonesing for his second afternoon walk and wanted to make sure I did not forget.
So now I have a super warm hat and scarf that is sort of matching, and still enough magic ball to do another…… and that didn’t even dent the stash, so much for stash-busting. Still I put the idea to good use and learned more about my camera. Now to stash bust my fabric…… that might take a decade!