ConnieLene – KnitDesigner

Today I went went with my Best beloved, his brother and wife to “Field Days” in Hamilton. Why? Well Best Beloved he wanted a vermin and small bird proof chicken feeder and a water container that the chickens could not manage to relieve themselves in. And he got them both.

Me, I wanted garlic bulbs to plant in the next week or so. And I didn’t get them!!

But what I did get is a wonderful array of Touch Yarn wools. So many colours in different weights and yarn types – bouclé to mohair, to 2ply and sock yarn, 8ply and 12ply etc – all short sections in little hanks. An absolute treasure trove for me. I am so delighted.

You needed to see my precious jewels, my Treasure Trove. Yes there were many many more yarns in many many colourways, but these were small sections of many different colour ways and yarn types – entirely suitable for my multi colour free form intarsia knit designs.

Oh and I met Marnie Kelly at last.

It is quite cold out here in the wilds of Miranda. Quite cold – no VERY VERY COLD.

Some years ago – probably 15 or more – I created 3 quite different King sized bed covers – one for us, and one each for our daughter and son. Son moved to Switzerland more than 10 years ago, and left his orange / fawn / brown / black crocheted bed spread behind – because he left New Zealand with one back pack. Nearly 4 years ago (August 2008) we left; that is Best Beloved and I for the Netherlands and we gave away the two bedspreads. Our one was in blues / greys / purples.

Our daughter on the other hand kept hers – and the picture above is a snippet of her one.

Right now I wish we still had ours and our sons – cause we would be using them – it is so seriously cold here in Miranda at night.

It is amazing how much one can achieve while sitting in the car at drop off or pick up time for the school bus. Finished 2 beanies over the last bit, and started another for a bloke. Not for my bloke you understand. That Best Beloved doesn’t wear Beanies. Maybe if it becomes cold enough on his little lifestyle block – he might decide a Beanie is better than a cap. Will have to wait and see.

Back to shells and that challenging knitting : the Shell thingy

So the Magic of yarn and colour and shape continues.

My cowl is gorgeous – and today I thought this is so great it could be a ….. a ….. skirt. Oh damn, now I have said it, but it truely could. I am finishing the cowl as a cowl, and the pattern for a cowl and then I will create it as a skirt.

As you can see funny things are always happening in my brain.

And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh
And brought her yarn and and knitting pins and other fancy stuff, oh

Well there you go – I have gone and done it, posted the work at last. TNT post say it will take 6 to 8 days for my parcel to get to Alexandra. So I hope it will be seven days as it is due on the 15th September.

Last Saturday they said, it won’t go till Monday even if you post it today, and when it does go it will take 4 to 10 days. Is the post shop taking an unusual middle ground saying 6 to 8 days. I just so hope they are right and it takes 7 days.

Why didn’t I post it yesterday, well I discovered that when I undid the creation and reknitted, I didn’t knit the fronts and back at the same time, and then I found that the rows for the front were more than those on the back. Which meant my armhole band had 14 more stitches than it needed. So what did I do?

I went for a bike ride to the beach on Sunday and relaxed and enjoyed myself. A very good thing for Best Beloved and I to do together. Then I started sorting out my problem by knitting something else.

Crazy woman it seems. But that is what stress can do, and I do not like quite this much stress.

Anyway it has gone.

No photos of the finished pieces yet and there won’t be as it seems they are to be judged anonymously. Now that I don’t quite get. I understood they were being judged as a composite – you know, on a person in the fashion parade. Seeing the pieces individually will never show the effect of them all together on a living body.

How will they know that these pieces worn by a young model on stage will be so out there, and so spunky, and just so perfect? Just how will they know that a pile of hand knits could become this organic, moving, flowing, dramatic piece of art on the body?

Wish I had realised earlier.

It may have reduced the pain.