I’ve been tablet weaving again, a bit, trying to wrap my brain around… stuff. I’ve used the next Textile Forum as an excuse for this, as I want to take a look at tablet weaving, or, more concisely, on how patterning was done.
This is one of the things that keep fascinating me, and that I’ve wondered about for ages. We have incredibly complex weave patterns (not only in tablet weaves, but that technique is more accessible to me than loom weaving), and when we do these patterns today, trying to recreate the historical textiles, it usually results in a huge chart for the weaving pattern. Heidi Stolte once took the pattern from the maniple of St. Ulrich, and the pattern drawing on graph paper is about 7 m long and a good 70 cm wide. That is huge.
For the tenth century, we can quite safely assume that there was no similar roll of graph paper with the pattern on it. Which means that the weaver was either just all making it up as he or she went along, or had something else to work with. What, though – something like a sampler band, a sketch, or a different kind of pattern, or just a memory aid such as a rhyme – we don’t know.
Now, whatever the aid for the patterning, it will most probably require you to be able to look at the band and see what has to come next. There might also be a kind of flow to the pattern at some point… so since the Ulrich maniple has also been fascinating me for ages, I took a part of the pattern and a silk band with 42 tablets, sat down and tried my hand.
From my previous tablet weaving experience, I found that having strict rules on how things are done and in what sequence they are done does help a lot. The tablets are separated into packs that turn in different directions, and I know which direction of turn always results in which slant in the band. In this band with its 42 tablets, I have split them into two sections that I can still turn with good control; a necessity that, unfortunately, also complicates matters a little.
I have a few ideas on how this could work, and I’ve had a bit of success before in getting an inkling on how and where to look, but today, unfortunately, my brain was not up to it – partly because there was a mistake to fix, and then I wanted to get a few picks correctly, and so I sort of fell into the trap of going after the charted pattern, counting tablets and marking off picks that were done instead of looking at lines and structures… which, yes, is a brainbender, but much more helpful than counting 5-3-1-change next 2- and so on. I’ve not given up hope, though – there will be more time spent at the band.
Probably with more coffee. And some chocolate.
Today's post is dedicated to all the engaged couples out there. That's right, lovebirds, I thought we might take this opportunity to consider the most important cake of your entire lives: your wedding cake.
Now, I know I feature a lot of wedding wrecks, and I know a lot of folks will point out that asking for a fondant design recreated in buttercream is asking for disaster, but don't you worry. I'm here to help. After all, this is what Leah D. ordered for HER wedding cake:
And look what she got!
Ok, yes, it's a wreck. BUT - did you notice how the inspiration cake was all buttercream, and the wreck itself is fondant? I'm just sayin'. It works both ways.
Now, don't you feel better?
Ok, then how about what Susan A. ordered for her wedding?
Not a great picture (you don't see mimeographs much these days), but I think you get the general idea.
And here's what Susan got:
Granted, I'm not sure how this is supposed to make you feel better, but trust me, guys: the REST of us are feeling grrrrr-REAT. (John! Go make some popcorn! These are gettin' GOOD.)
Sara M. wanted her wedding cake to be a hunk a' hunk a' burnin' love:
The cake! The cake! The cake is on FI-YUR!
(That was my attempt at a slide-rule trombone effect. I know: I'm a veritable foley artist with words.)
And finally, Elizabeth P. dreamed a dream of ribbon-wrapped sweetness for her big day:
...but ended up with something only a mummy could love:
Ouch. Uh...that's a wrap!
Thanks to all of today's brides and just remember, guys: wreck or Sweet, we're gonna need to see your wedding cake! (Oh, and we're all invited, right? RIGHT?!)
There’s been quite an uproar about the new Doctor, and a variety of reactions – including some things that made me flinch.
First of all – the Doctor is an alien that totally changes appearance when regenerating, and while keeping knowledge and experience, also changes character quite a bit. So I’m firmly in the “there’s no reason this could not include a gender change” camp.
That also seems to have been the idea of the original creator Sydney Newman, as several articles have stated over the years, like this one. Or this one. That was back in 1986, by the way – so the idea of having the Doctor regenerate as a woman is not new at all.
But what really stuck in my head was a tweet (which I have unfortunately not saved, or bookmarked, or whatever) that more or less said “if you are starting to watch Dr Who because of a woman lead now, you’re just as pathetic as those who stop watching it because of it”.
And oh, I’ve mulled that over and over again, coming to the conclusion that this is so wrong. On so many levels.
There is no law that makes someone keep liking something that has changed – and a regeneration in Dr Who always means a change. Just like a new showrunner. Or a new companion. There’s also no law that makes someone keep liking something for years and years – people change, too. I remember being totally in love with Monty Python’s Flying Circus when I was younger, and utterly amused by The Young Ones. I actually fell off the couch laughing once when I was introduced to them at my guest-parent’s home in lovely Broadstairs in Britain. Many years later, we got the DVD, and it was mostly just too absurd for me. I still enjoy the weird and absurd humour of both MPFC and The Young Ones, but only when I’m in the right mood, and only in rather small doses. Those series, obviously, have not changed – but I did. And that is fine; just like some friendships or relationships are fading from our lives, some books lose their personal importance over the years, our taste in clothing changes, old hobbies are given up and new ones are taken up, these things come and fade and new things replace them.
So if somebody is not feeling like a female Doctor will be their thing – it’s a perfectly valid personal decision, and nobody should be saying anything against it. Personally, I’d say it would be nice to give the new thing a chance, but if it doesn’t work – fine. Stopping to watch something one has fallen out of love with is not pathetic at all; on the contrary, I’d say that going on to watch a series that you have stopped enjoying, just because it was The Thing years earlier, is pathetic. So it irks me, this “if you are stopping because of a female Doctor”.
The other half of that tweet, though, irks me even more. I’d assume that the creator of the tweet likes the show. Now… if you like something, shouldn’t you be delighted about people discovering it? About new potential fans? More folks giving it a look and deciding that they might like it?
I have stopped watching because I wasn’t happy with what Moffat did as a showrunner. Does that mean, following that logic, that I’m not allowed to watch the new season with a different lead writer?
It’s not that there is a finite amount of Dr Who available, and having more people discover and watch it would take away from those who already love it. Calling those who consider a first look at the series, or a second one because a female lead sounds intriguing to them, pathetic (or any other names), does a disservice to the makers of the show (because people might just reconsider). It also casts a very, very bad light on the fans of the series. I would not want to belong to a fanbase that is so… weird… about who is allowed to start or stop watching something, and why.
So… if someone is getting interested into Dr Who because of the new Doctor – lovely. If someone is getting interested because of the new writer – lovely. If someone is getting interested because a black cat crossed the street and then caught a mouse? In my view, there’s no reason not to welcome anybody to something new that I love. After all, the worst that can happen is that they find out they don’t like it after all (and maybe think me a bit weird for liking it). Best case I have someone new to share my interest with, talk about related stuff, and enjoy the thing we now both like. And that’s a nice thing for everybody.
Monday I ran a four-hour map at work, and am pleased to report that the new ICP-MS computer didn't do the werid crash thing (which was the goal of replacing the old one, but this was my first chance to trst it), but that got me home late enough (it takes a couple of hours to set up the experiment) that I had no energy left for home improvement.
Today I also worked later than I should have, in part because I was enjoying looking at the results of yesterday's experiment (this garnet has the same cool Y and REE zoning patterns as in the other Nautanen sample I have analyzed, I really do need to do a fine scale close up map across a rim segment of one of these garnets to see how many pulses of fresh Y and REE were introduced to the rock as the grains were growing, and see if is possible to date any of those pulses). But the other distraction was the fact that one of my Master's students (L.) was in the office working on her own data reduction, and, while we both made progress on our work, she and I also kept getting diatracted talking, sometimes about my results, sometimes hers, sometimes about the SCA (she was, of course, at Hägnan last week), some about the week long Nyckelharpa course she attended, and about the nine-month course she hopes to do someday, and even about cookies.
Nonetheless, I managed to get home early enough to get in a nap before dinner and then do some house painting, so now the bit between the office windows has had its first coat. With luck I will get time to do the second coat tomorrow afternoon.
Remember how we all loved the game "Telephone" in kindergarten? Well, add in a cake, and the fun never stops!
This order was for a "black high heel":
(It's a hill, people. Get it?)
Specifying punctuation is always tricky:
Although I suppose if Aunt flashed Mom that would liven up the party, and it's certainly preferable to Aunt slashing Mom.
(Ok, this one is tricky, I know: the order was for Aunt/Mom - a slash, in other words.)
Here we have a beautifully done blue horse. Unfortunately, it was supposed to be a blue house.
If your message is "Philip...Woohoo!", and you actually have to say the words "dot dot dot", be prepared for just about anything.
And of course these never get old:
Although interestingly enough, I think that icing IS light pink. I guess the decorator was covering all her bases.
Thanks to Danielle M., Stefanie D., Rachel S., Michael T., and Chandra.
Read Ann Leckie's Provenance (in ARC. It's coming out on the 26th of September.) Spider mech, spider mech, does whatever a spider mech does. (Disconcert people, mainly.) This is in the same universe as the Radch trilogy, but in a different region and with different characters, voice, and tone. I have some friends who couldn't get into Ancillary Justice, wanted to like it but found it too hard going, and I would be curious if this one worked better as an entry point for them.
Leckie's repeatedly cited Cherryh as an influence, and if you think of the universe the Ancillary books are set in as like Cherryh's Alliance/Union universe, a big canvas covering a lot of territory in time as well as space, then this book in relation to its universe is a bit like a railway junction. It opens some new routes, introduces some new important players, but the most important universe-scale historical events (as opposed to system-scale or planet-scale or individuals) are offstage.
To say more about voice and tone: the Radch books are in first person, and that person is Breq, who is... Breq. Over two thousand years old, and even if you consider the destruction of Justice of Toren as a kind of rebirth, by the point we meet her she's a hypercompetent badass who's been surviving on her own in her single body for nineteen years. Also she's not a human, so there's that.
Ingray isn't Breq. She's very much human (and has an entirely reasonable terror of AIs,) a lot younger (I don't think her exact age is stated, but early twenties would be my guess,) and infinitely less sure of herself. She's also spent her entire life to date having her head messed with by her shitty family. My first two impressions, right from the first three chapters of this book, were: one, you can really tell the author was spending a lot of time in airports when she wrote this; and two, Ingray has the sort of family life where the closer your geographic proximity to your relatives, the more difficulty you have with being a decent person. The rest of this book bore this out (I mean the family, although there were definitely more airport-equivalent scenes too.)
If you're one of the people who disliked Breq because she was "too perfect" (I disagree with you about her being perfect, but) you might find Ingray and her smaller scale problems (compared to entire empires and species) more relatable.
If the Radch trilogy is about personhood and the fight to be recognised as a person when you don't fit a society's definition of who counts as a person, then Provenance about growing into oneself not as a person (that was never in question for Ingray) but as an adult (a coming of age that, by contrast, Breq never had the luxury of needing.) And if the Radch trilogy is about resisting societal/systemic forces, Provenance is about resisting social, personal pressures (family and peers.)
Finished Aliette de Bodard's The House of Binding Thorns. And after this and Provenance I'd like a short break from books about difficult family situations, please! I liked this better than The House of Shattered Wings, but the tone was still bleaker than I usually go for. Characters I particularly liked: Madeleine, back from the previous book; Thuan the dragon prince, and Berith and Francoise the Fallen/human couple trying to manage outside the Houses. Grandmother Olympe, the elder of the community where Berith and Francoise live, was also pretty great. And I warmed more to Asmodeus than I did in the first book.
Unfortunately, I think I'm the wrong audience for this. The things The House of Shattered Wings and The House of Binding Thorns do well (decayed elegance, gothicism, Paris, fallen angels), they do really well, but they're not things I particularly love (I don't dislike them, they're just not my catnip.) So, like, I can't actually rave about these books, but I do want to wave them really hard at people who do love those things.
Some zines I ordered from Rooster Tails's Etsy store showed up, and he kind of threw in a bunch of queer fanart glossy note cards (maybe to make up for a delay, idk, I'm not complaining!) and they're so beautiful and I didn't know I needed a picture of Daria holding Jane's hand and saying "I hate you the least," or adorably cartoony Finn smooching Poe, or cartoony Gabrielle climbing Xena like a tree, but I definitely did need those things. Now I'm trying to decide whether to keep or send to people.
The zines are #my gender is..., three tiny A6 cardbound volumes made in response to answers people gave the author when he asked people to fill in the blank.
Mainlined 17776, which is web based multimedia rather than comics, but I'm putting it in this category because what everyone's comparing it to is Homestuck. It's about satellites watching football in an unimaginably future, but also post-scarcity/post-singularity anxiety and Millennialism (as in epochs, as well as as in snake people) and play as the ultimate point of human existance, and it's funny and elegiac and cool and reminds me of David Foster Wallace in some ways.
That said, it is worth talking about who's at the centre of this narrative. No, not robots. No, not humans. Americans. White, suburban, minivan-driving, 80s-and-90s-born Americans. So conflated with the essential nature of humanity that they don't even notice they're doing it. Even the probes are two American probes and one European (but not Russian) one. I mean, Mangalyan does exist, you know? And so does Chang'e 2 and Kirari. And Libertad I and Fajr and... I mean, not all of those are still in space, or left Earth's orbit, but they could. Not to mention that it's science fiction and at the present date JUICE is still in development, why not a future Ghanaian or Iranian satellite mission? Which is not even my point, my point is that the regressive fantasy that the humans fall back into when faced with the crushing boredom of their eternal lives is... the 1960s and 1970s but without the race riots or Stonewall or Watergate.
It's still a good story/multimedia work/thing, and I still enjoyed it. I just... that particular nostalgic fantasy makes me very tired sometimes. And no, not tired in a way that makes me want to give up on the weary work of human endeavour/struggle/progress to take refuge in looking back down at the things that are really important to us/humanity, i.e. a sport which people in my country don't play.
TV and Movies
Watched the first episode of Black Sails. Was unimpressed. I hear it gets better, though. Flint's fury at the stolen log page reminded me of this.
Gave my sister the Hamilton soundtrack for Christmas last year or her birthday this year (I forget which -- my gift-giving punctuality standards are seriously slipping at the moment.) Success: she's hooked. Very hooked.
Third week of hexarchate_rpg. So far haven't panicked and run away yet (me, not my character) so that's good.
Still playing Binding of Isaac. In one especially good run, I met Isaac's mother for the first time, and defeated her! Which meant that, next time I got to that level, defeating her led to having to climb into her womb and fight more monsters there. Which... is definitely a narrative choice a person could make.
Started playing Hexcells, a puzzle game; not to be confused with Hexels, a different puzzle game. The latter is like 2048 but in three directions not two; the former is kind of like a griddler/nonogram, but in three directions and its own specific language of clues. Played all the way through Hexcells, then started Hexcells Plus. Got the Perfectionist achievement for the original Hexcells. Then Hexcells Plus. Then started Hexcells Infinite, and am at 90% of that.
The problem with me and Hexcells is not the logic. I'm not super great at the logic, but with time and effort and occasional appeals to online walkthroughs I can succeed (usually by speaking the chain of logic out loud over and over because I can't hold the branches in my head long enough otherwise.) The problem is that that one of the achievements is to do all the games with zero (or only one) mistakes, and the way my brain works (or the way my working memory doesn't work) it's very easy for me to make one stupid error too many and ruin an hour of work. Which is really frustrating and upsetting. At least Hexcells Infinite lets you save your progress. The first two games didn't, so if you need a break before finishing the level, you have to leave the app open.
The compost bin is full. That took about three months to fill a 220L bin. I had to look up what one does once the bin's full. Leave it to cure for a month or so while starting a new bin, apparently. Or alternatively, lift the bin off the compost (it doesn't have a bottom) and set it down next to the compost, shovel whatever still looks like vegetable peelings and cat litter back into the bin, and use whatever just looks like soil to grow things. (But not herbs and vegetables, because this is cat litter compost, so it's contaminated with toxoplasmosis. This compost can nourish pretty flowers and Native Plants To Encourage Local Species.)
Baked scones. Also tried out a couple of recipes from my long backlog of bookmarked Recipes To Try Someday:
- Jack Monroe's Queen of Hearts jam tarts recipe. Not too bad given how seldom I make pastry. If you have fifty grams of butter and a scant cup of plain flour and some jam, this is an okay thing to do with those ingredients, but the scones were better.
- AoM Bratwurst Sandwich. This contains one thing I eat normally (mustard), one thing I've had decades ago but haven't cooked with (bratwurst), and two things I hadn't had before (sauerkraut, pumpernickel.) The bratwurst and mustard and sauerkraut were good. The pumpernickel... yeah, no, next time I make this I'll just use a dark rye.
I could have adapted to the flavour, but its lack of structural integrity meant that according to the Earl of Sandwich litmus test this is not even a sandwich. (i.e. "I pretend I am the original Earl of Sandwich. I have asked for non-bread foods to be brought to me inside bread, that I might more easily consume them one-handed while gambling. This does not enable my wretched regency habits. This is not what I asked for. I do not deign to grace it with the name of my house.")
This would fall apart in his hand, scattering boiled rye grains all over his elaborate necktie and playing cards.
Admittedly, the degree of difficulty was higher for me since I had to eat it one-handed while fending off a very interested black and white cat with the other hand.
Broke my daily meditation streak at 219 days. Very pissed off about it, in a not zen at all way. The last time this happened it was at 149 days. Forming habits is hard for me. (This is not a request for reassurance or advice. Especially not advice.) Took four days off meditating out of pique.
Have been fighting a lot these last few days. At first I thought Beatrice was the main instigator, but last night while she was aggressively licking Dorian, I saw him nip her.
He hasn't learned to lift the toilet lid yet, but it's hard for me to remember to leave it down since my already established habit was to close the door but leave the lid up.
This scene was written this way, verbatim, in our planning notes years before we got up to starting detailed work on Return of the Jedi. The allusion to Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan was just too delicious pass up.
As it turned out, when we got to the sailbarge fight, we came up with a better idea, and ran with it in the actual comic. I, personally, was very sad to see this one fall by the wayside. But I'm pleased that it has new life and finally sees the light of day as the final non-canon bonus strip in this extended intermission after the original six films.
As previously announced, the next strip will be the opening strip of our treatment of Rogue One, appearing on Tuesday 1 August. See you then as we continue the Darths & Droids journey into an exciting new frontier!
Things currently going on? Lots.
Knitting is progressing, slowly but surely, so there might be a new sweater this winter. There’s stuff for the next museum project hanging out here, waiting for the next step. I also have to take stock of the things in storage for the shop and re-order a few items.
Apart from that, planning for the next European Textile Forum is going on, which includes figuring out the programme, which will most probably include a nice excursion. (If you’re interested in the Forum, or know somebody who might be – please spread the word, and if you are planning to come, register soon. We have a few places left, but not many, and having people register early makes things much easier all around.) Together with the planning, I’m trying to solve a few not-yet-issues at the website, which – as usual – takes way more time than it should.
Then, there’s article writing and conference preparation for other talks – which is, fortunately, mostly under control at the moment (which means I’m not ridiculously behind schedule, and can still sleep at night).
To balance all this, there’s cake, and tea, and coffee. Because everything is better with cake, tea, and coffee…
"If you only knew the POWER [squeak] of the Dark Side. JOIN ME [squeak] and we can [squeeeeak] RULE the... [squeaksqueaksqueakSPLASH!]
"I find your lack of balance...disturbing.
Thanks to Angel K. for the splishin' and the splashin'.
A few years ago (well, quite a few by now), I got introduced to Dr Who. And I totally, utterly and completely loved it.
I slowly fell out of love with the current story, first when Matt Smith did the Doctor (I just couldn’t get to really like his version), and then more and more as Steven Moffat, as the showrunner, left his marks all over the stories. Monsters changed. Storylines became… weird. We stopped watching. (Which, in our case, also meant we stopped buying – because we have no TV, so any films or series we like, we buy to watch.)
Now, however, Steven Moffat is leaving Dr Who, handing the mighty pen over to somebody else (whose work I don’t know at all, so I’ll let myself be surprised). And furthermore, a few days ago, the 13th Doctor was revealed… who is, all by herself, a reason for me to give this wonderful series another chance to win its way back into my heart. And onto my screen.
So… 2018. Well, probably a bit later, as we’ll have to wait for the DVDs to come out… but then, it’s only time, right?
2 lbs Boneless Beef Chuck cut into 2-inch chunks
2 medium Onions, chopped
1 large sweet potato, sliced into 1 1/2 inch chunks
3 medium carrots, sliced 1 1/2 inch chunks
1 14 oz can coconut Milk
1 1/2 Tablespoons Curry Powder
1 teaspoon ground Ginger
1 teaspoon ground Coriander
1/2 teaspoon Garlic powder
1 Tablespoon Sugar, plus more if needed
1 1/2 Tablespoon Fish Sauce or to taste
Salt and pepper, to taste
On medium-high heat (but not smoking hot) in a large and heavy bottomed pan, brown the cubed beef in batches. Place the meat in a large platter as you cook.
Place the onion slices on the slow cooker and top with the browned beef. Add the sweet potatoes and carrots.
In a bowl, whisk together the coconut milk, curry powder, spices, sugar, fish sauce and a little salt and pepper. Pour over beef and vegetables.
Cook on low for at least 8-10 hours or about 5-6 hours on high. Length of time varies depending on your crock pot. Adjust seasoning if necessary adding a little more sugar to balance the flavors and some salt and pepper, to taste. Serve with freshly cooked Jasmine rice.
I cut down the curry powder to 1 tablespoon and ginger to 1/2 teaspoon. I increased the garlic powder to 1 teaspoon. I only had one onion and 1.5 pound beef, so that's how much I used.
This weekend many of My People, aka geeks, have converged on San Diego Comic-Con - and I'm not there. [sob]
The rest of us can still look at awesome comic book cakes and dream, right?
(By Bella Cakes)
Look at this gorgeous Wonder Woman cake! LOOK AT IT.
Ok, you can stop now.
Because na na na na na na... BATMAN!
LOVE this design; so much impact for a (relatively) simple silhouette.
But maybe you prefer the Dark Knight a little less... dark?
(By Lindsay Colasurdo)
Pretty piles of punchy pink, Batman!
You know, this color combo is really starting to grow on me.
Here's a fun Hulk cake with some priceless reactions:
I admire your restraint, Elijah; I'd be gnawing on Hulk's elbow by now.
Anyone else love Supergirl?
'Cuz you could totally use this cake for Supergirls OR Supermans (er... men):
Oh! And did you know Groot has his own comic book now? It looks fantastic, just like this cake:
(By Aroma de Azucar)
And I love that Rocket!
If you're after more classic comic books, though, check this out:
(By 21 Cake Lane)
Awwwwesome. The colors, the ascending dot pattern, the perfect overlapping covers - it's ALL good.
And another classic: Wonder Woman!
(See what I did there?)
Not exactly a superhero, but you have to see this fun comic book/pop art cake, made entirely with buttercream!
C'mon. How fun is this??
Yet another reason why geek weddings rock:
Joker & Harley wedding cake.
And finally, a dreamy color combo for some of our fav superheroes:
...plus maybe a favorite villain? 'Cuz I like to think that's one of Harley Quinn's bombs on top. :)
Happy Sunday, guys! Hope those of you at SDCC are having fun!
So he learned to turn the lever sort of door handles and also swing on them in such a way that he can open an outward opening door from the outside. I am pondering technological solutions. I hear there's a form of child lock that works on cats. Until then I'm leaving the lid down and putting a barrier in front of the door, but I expect that won't hold him for long.
I was perusing the Cake Wrecks Facebook page the other day (where every follower gets a free invisible puppy!!) when I came across a rather unusual request:
Ahh, so you want to pop open the hood and take a gander inside the wrecks, is that it, Jennifer?
Well, I'm glad you asked.
Hey, Jennifer, you ever wonder how cupcake cakes (ptooie!) keep their icing from falling through all those big gaps?
NOW YOU KNOW.
We just saw last week how a gender reveal cake failed to actually reveal anything - other than plain yellow cake - but here's the opposite problem:
The cake was blue inside with pink icing.
Now I'm going to show you my absolute favorite cake cake wreck of all time, Jennifer, and which I've been hanging onto for just this moment.
First, though, let me explain what (we think) happened:
A bakery was unable to sell a Halloween cake in time, but they didn't want to throw it away or reduce the price. So instead, they simply flipped the entire cake over, icing side down, and re-decorated the other side to make it into a generic birthday design.
CW reader Shannon had no idea of the skullduggery at work until she cut the cake, and found this:
That's a whoooole lotta icing, right there.
(And think how fresh!!)
And finally, I know I posted the video of this over on FB a week or two back, but here's a quick .gif reminder of the importance of proper wedding cake support:
(Watch the original video here to see them both continue to laugh hysterically, which is just adorable. Cutest couple ever!)
Welp, I hope that satisfies some of your blood lust for caketastrophe, Jennifer!
And hey, for the rest of you, the request line... IS OPEN.
Thanks to Cherie O., Leann S., Jaunna, Fribby, Sarah, & Shannon G. for reminding me of those times bakeries accidentally left scissors, a paring knife, and other various cutlery in their cakes - because that was a HOOT. (And also because "TRAUMATIC BIEBER" *still* makes me snort-laugh.)
I sometimes complain that my knitting projects all take ages and ages – though I know very well that this is not due to my knitting really slowly. My actual knitting speed is more of a medium speed, but I tend to not knit most of the time. And if you let that half-finished pair of socks languish on the needles for half a year… well, then it will take more than half a year to make a pair of socks.
Anyway, current knitting is more or less progressing, for a change – though in the case of this sweater, the wool has already sat around for a long time, so maybe the languishing is all dealt with and I can finish this (astounding thought!) without too much downtime:
It’s the Moyen Age sweater, and I really like the cable motif (though I have no clue why it has the name it has). It hits a nice balance for me between mind-numbingly plain stockinette (booooring!) and excitement and fingerwrestling with the cables (tight knitting has its downsides), so I’m happy to knit on it, and I’m already past the waist decreases and starting to increase again.
The other knitting-related thing is not progressed much – the first bobbin of grey Gotland yarn is finished, but the second still is in this sad state:
I haven’t gotten around to sit and spin in the evenings these last days (or weeks? Time flies), but it’s on my list, and some day, it will be full, and then it will be plied, and then there’s a gauge swatch in the future, and figuring out how to combine that yarn with the half-Gotland-half-colourful yarn. And then, eventually, a garment.
Just in case the sweater is finished before the spinning is, though, there’s something else hanging out here in the stash. I was accosted by this yarn a few days ago – it sat in the “really really has to go so is really really reduced”-bin in a yarn store I happened to pass. Well, what can I say – it’s silk, it’s blue, and it was cheap. And obviously, it’s now mine.
Also… it should be sufficient for a small jacket. For summer chill. (Next summer, obviously!)