Saturday, February 06, 2010

Is it too late to move to Hawaii?

We had a blizzard hit last night. Remember my photo from November, of the first snowfall of the year?

Now the front yard looks like this.

That thing sticking up in the middle of the photo? It's a railing for the stairs that are under the snow.

The parking lot looks like this:


The husbeast went out earlier to shovel out his truck.

He worked at it for about an hour, gave up, and came back inside.

The snow's about a third of the way up the windows.

And, well, I'm digging in for a nice quiet day of napping, knitting and spinning. I don't think we're in any danger of losing power. So it's just annoying, nothing major.

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For those of you demanding photos of 'the weird hand thing', here you go.

If it turns out all of you can do this, I won't be surprised. I've long wondered just what the cause/effect link is between dexterity and knitters. Do we knit because it's easy due to our dexterity, or are we dexterous because we knit all the time? Probably a little of both.

As for touching my back, between my shoulder blades, yeah, I can do that, too. Both by reaching up over from above, or up from below. You should have seen me while I was doing yoga. Hm. I should probably get back to that.

Friday, February 05, 2010

A tale of three phones.

Last week the husbeast bought himself a new phone. He was quite excited because it was the first time he was ever able to get one without worrying over security restrictions; while in the Navy, he wasn't allowed to have a phone with a camera, or much other stuff. So he's been playing with his new toy (a Blackberry with still camera AND video, GPS, internet, and who knows what else). Inevitably the subject has come up about the last time he got a cell phone.

It was while we were living in Hawaii, and he was attached to the SEAL team. He was there to do industrial inspections, but their need for industrial inspection was small, and he became their jack of all trades. If you needed someone to drive a forklift, rig a crane, work on a marine diesel, he was usually the guy to do it. It was fine with him. He loved that job; he hates being bored and loves variety, and everyone appreciated that he volunteered to do all kinds of things, so it was like the job was tailor-made to fit him. I'm sure if I asked him, he'd say that was his favorite job of all time, ever.

Well. He went out and got himself a flip phone that was as high-tech as he could get, with all the security restrictions. Since he worked an industrial job, he took out insurance on the phone when he bought it, considering it sensible.

It was.

Within two days, I got a phone call from him. He told me he was calling from a new, new cell phone, because he'd just dropped his old new cell phone into the bilge of a boat he'd been working on. Bilges are full of pretty much every disgusting thing imaginable; dank water, oil and diesel fuel, human waste, dirt, gunk, drowned bugs, and in the larger ships, even dead rats. I'm not sure he ever recovered the old new phone; if I were him I'd have left it in there rather than fish for it, or gods forbid, reach in after it.

The insurance paid for it, and we didn't think much of it.

A couple weeks later, he came home muttering, and showed me his new new cell phone. It had been on his hip and got struck by a swinging shackle at the end of a crane cable. Smashed it into pieces and broke the view screen.

Off to the store to get new new phone #2. The insurance paid again.

A few weeks after that, the husbeast came home, positively ranting, and threw his phone down on the kitchen counter. It had been ripped apart at the hinge and was in two separate pieces. He says he doesn't remember this part. I will never forget the dismembered cell phone. All the heavy industry he worked with hadn't killed this phone. No. He'd been walking past his desk, bumped up against it, and ripped the flip off the phone clipped to his belt.

Off to the store again. This time the insurance company terminated his policy (three dead cell phones in five or six weeks). I don't remember if we had to pay for the last replacement phone. I really don't want to.

So this time, when he got his new cell phone, he got one that didn't flip. And he immediately ordered a protective case for it (from Otterbox, who also made my shock-resistant and waterproof to really deep iPod cases). We'll see how long this one lasts. At least the insurance policy will replace it once or twice.

Mostly I'm sharing this tale for laughs, and so that people understand if he busts up this Blackberry and I write some long, ranting blog post about it. He DOES have insurance on this new one. For the good it does us.

Keep your fingers crossed.

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Hand stuff ahead: As always there will not be a test later if you wanna skip it.

Yesterday I went to the occupational therapist for hand evaluation. I went to the same place that taught me to use my TENS unit, and I'm very happy with the staff there. Nice, friendly, helpful, all that good stuff. (If anyone needs physical or occupational therapy in the Pittsburgh area, let me know, I'll hook you up.) The occupational therapist spent an hour and fifteen minutes with me, basically giving me the appointment after mine, since the person was a no-show. As soon as he was finished with me, he was heading to his kid's school for a school play; he could have booted me out after half an hour with NO repercussions but chose to stay and work with me instead. It was the most thorough hand exam I've ever had. Can't say enough good things about the whole office.

The news was so-so. My hand is deteriorating, but very slowly, and is still well within 'normal' ranges, though with significant differences from my 'good' hand. (Among other things, a twenty-five degree loss of range of motion; if I hadn't started out with a crazy-good range of motion to begin with, I'd be in trouble; most people would have serious problems after a twenty-five degree loss.) I'm losing bone mass. And a new one, the tendons are going screwy on me, pulling the muscles and bones in new ways as I try to compensate for lost motion and strength.

There's no magic exercise to make it all better. You'd think after all this time I'd learn that, but I'm still disappointed. They DO want to do strength training, but I need the okay from my new pain specialist first. So, things are moving and I'm doing what I can.

The fun bit? Apparently I have a freak ability, to get my thumb to lay completely flat across the palm of my hand. I can do it with both hands, so it's not injury-related. The OT said it was the first time he'd ever seen it, with decades of experience behind him. So I got home, and I was telling the husbeast about it, and he immediately turned to the Goober and said "Hey, Goob. Can you do that?" and gestured to my hand.

The Goober looked, said "What, this?" and immediately laid her thumbs flat across the palms of her hands, just like I was doing.

The husbeast and I looked at each other and laughed and laughed. At least I have company in my weirdness.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Conversation of the day.

Like quote of the day, but longer.

GOOBER: Momma! The brachiosaurus is missing!
ME: Oh heavens.
GOOBER: Momma! The raptor is missing TOO!
ME: Oh heavens.
GOOBER: Quit saying oh heavens. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!

Odds and ends.

I got the sidebar re-updated. Any readers out there who aren't in the "Community" of links in the sidebar, and want to be, let me know. I think I got everyone who left me their blog links from my last shout-out a week ago.

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There were also a lot of comments on the spice rack post, and I thought I'd follow up with all the herbs and spices that got mentioned. I'll add them to the end of the actual Spice Rack post, for anyone who goes wild and looks it up later. But to make it easy on you guys and avoid a lot of scrolling around, I'll throw it in here, too:

-Basil is related to mints, and grows in many of the same areas. It's another of the famous Eurasian plants that's probably native to the eastern half of the Mediterranean, somewhere. The chemicals in basil are delicate and cooking destroys them, so make sure to add it to foods at the last minute, before you eat it.

-Epazote isn't really a spice I don't think (technically) but a seed eaten as a grain. It's a chenopod native to S America, meaning it's most closely related to quinoa and goosefoot. (I talked about this a couple months ago in my 'native American foods' post.)

-Fennel is related to carrots, dill, and a bunch of other culinary plants. We eat the 'bulb', which is similar to onion in physical terms - it is a tightly curled rosette of specialized leaves, not an actual root. Technically the whole plant is edible, though it isn't always eaten that way. It's native to somewhere in Europe.

-Marjoram is an herb so closely related to oregano, I wonder if one is the ancestor of the other. They are different species of the same genus, and closely related even for that.

-Mexican Oregano is a very close relative of European oregano, just native to south and central America instead of Eurasia.

-Pink Peppercorns are from a tree native to South America. It's not a true pepper, and not very closely related to 'real' pepper (which is native to India). It goes by a lot of folk names - American Pepper, Peruvian Pepper, etc. It's the red/pink stuff you see among the black, green, and white peppercorns in bottles of 'mixed' pepper. They've been used in S America for at least 1500 years. Probably longer.

-Rosemary is native to the Mediterranean area (not shocking, considering the native cuisines it is popular in). It contains lots of iron, is an anti-oxidant, and works as an anti-inflammatory. The wood is aromatic and used in grilling, and we use the leaves when cooking.

-Tarragon is related to wormwood (the stuff in absinthe) and white sage (the native American incense). It's also related to tumbleweeds, if memory serves. It's native to nearly the entire northern hemisphere, though there's argument about whether the north American versions are naturalized from imported plants or truly native. We eat the leaves.

Other thoughts:

Dried herbs are nearly always stronger than their fresh counterparts. (In fact, I want to say always but I'm not going to look it all up.) They also get bitter when dried. That's why so many of you mentioned your preference for fresh herbs. You aren't imagining it, the tastes really are very different.

We had mint growing in the yard, when I was growing up. It got so bad my dad gave up on it and just let it grow in the shady areas under the trees, choking out the grass. He (and later I) would mow it just like the grass, driving over it with the riding mower. The mint put up with it, simply growing back. It wasn't quite like getting maced, breathing all the mint in the air while mowing, but it sure wasn't pleasant. (My cousins once dared me to drink a whole bottle of Listermint. Mowing the mint was a lot like that.) I also remember my mother going out there and ripping some out of the ground to cook with. We beat that mint to heck and back, and I'll bet you there's still some there in that yard, twenty years later.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

A day in photos.

I'd been flipping through the last couple weeks and it looks like a whole lot of blah blah blah around here, so I took some photos today. Then I got lucky just now and snapped a photo montage that's hilarious. Or at least, hilarious to people with cats and kids. (So, what, maybe a quarter of you. Not bad. Maybe some of the rest of you will get the joke.) For the record, I color-corrected some of these photos, so if some of the background scenery looks a little funky, it's because I was shooting for proper-looking colors in whatever it was I was actually taking the photo of.

First, today, I got some business cards in the mail. I'd had them printed in such a way that they could serve as tags for yarns and fibers for my Etsy shop.

These are really meant as tags, though the space at the bottom will be handy for scrawling my name and number if I want to give that out. After extensive marketing research (reading a lot of blogs), I've found that people keep their yarn information (fiber, weight) more than they keep manufacturer's info. And I wanted my info to be kept, in case someone says "Who made that really nice merino I spun a while back?" That way if they have this kind of tag from the fiber, they'll know. The logo? That's a cropped photo of the Purple Trainwreck that I hand-dyed and then spun, last summer. Seemed the obvious thing to take a photo of, when I was trying to think of something to use; I sell as much of that stuff as I can stand to dye, both as yarn and unspun fiber.

Yes, this means things are slowly getting underway for the shop again. Between the moving and the economy, I've left the shop by its lonesome, but things are picking up. I HAVE been dyeing fibers and spinning yarns and putting them aside, so I will have stuff to list when the time comes.

A while after that, I was sitting around with the cat on my lap, and the Goober climbed up into my lap with me.


It amazes me, how much contempt a cat can communicate with just a glance, when their face is covered with fur.

Then I took a photo of the next installment of the color-blending project I'm spinning.

Odds are high I'll be selling this, simply because I won't have enough time to knit it up any time soon. If I want more that badly, I can always spin more.

The husbeast is working tonight, so I decided to let the Goober eat dinner in front of the TV. So she did, rolling around on the floor in four-year-old fashion. For some reason, Sekhmet got interested in what the Goober was eating. No idea why. It's VERY unusual for the cat to show any interest in human food. This time? Well. You can watch it happen.



After I snapped the last photo, the Goober caught on to what was happening, grabbed her food, and said "Shoo!" to the cat.


Sekhmet is now pretending to sleep while plotting how best to stand on my head later, when I go to bed.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Brownies.

Sorta brain-dead this weekend, though I did get some plying/spinning done today. Mostly I've yelled at the cat, argued with the kid, and nearly punched someone in Ikea yesterday.

Today, the Goob and I made brownies. That cheered everyone up a good bit. We put her in the apron her grandma bought her for Christmas.

Then I let her stir everything around. With a little kid-sized wooden spoon. (That her grandma bought her for Christmas.)

And I let her finish out the day by licking the batter off the spoon.

Life is short. We should all live on brownies.


Otherwise, I want to add the herbs all of you guys commented on to the spice rack post, and continue tinkering with the sidebar. You know. Super-exciting stuff.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Quote of the Day

From the Goober. As always.

"HEY! MOM! I have an iguana in my pants!"

She was talking about her Little People animals, but knowing it was a plastic iguana and not a real one didn't stop me from laughing my head off.

(Will follow up on the spice rack post, and some other stuff later. But this was too good to not share.)

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Side bar revamp!

Hey, all. In case no one's noticed, I'm fooling around with the side bar some more. Again. I've put in an active blog list (toward the bottom) that changes as people update, with the title of their last post. If you're a regular reader, have a blog that's been updated in the last three months, and want me to add you to the list, please let me know. This list is meant to celebrate all the folks who stop by here, not exclude everyone, so, really. Let me know.

Thanks!

The Spice Rack.

I've been talking about doing this post since last Thanksgiving, so I thought it was about time I got around to it. Obviously this is another of my food posts: a list of what's in my spice rack, where it came from, what part of the plant it is, all that. Plus odd commentary if I think of it. This is kind of long, but I know some of you were curious. There won't be a test later, if this isn't your thing and you aren't interested.

To get technical (it's a compulsion), there are herbs and spices on this list. Herbs are the leaves and stems of plants (green bits), and spices are roots, seeds, bark, and all the other stuff (usually not green bits). So it's more accurately the spice and herb rack, but most people don't differentiate too much. Not even me, the plant freak.

One of the best things about these, all of them, is that they deliver a lot of flavor for little or no calories. So unless you're allergic, there is no drawback to these things. I've long thought that one reason the west goes so overboard on fat and salt is because our food is relatively bland, compared to that of many cultures, and we've gotta taste it somehow.

ALLSPICE: The only major spice native to the New World. (Ironically. Considering spice is what Columbus was after when he ran into it.) Native to the Caribbean and associated central and southern American shores. It's from a tree. We eat the berries, dried and ground fine. Allspice was named by Euros who thought it tasted like a combination of cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg.

CELERY SEED: Celery is one of those ancient plants that got passed around Eurasia at such an early date that no one's quite sure where it's native to, but it looks like the Middle East is the best candidate - it grows wild there. Celery seed is in fact a very very teeny tiny fruit - those little 'seeds' are actually a casing with the real seeds inside them. Celery salt is made from celery seed ground fine and mixed in with salt. Apparently it's also capable of triggering wicked bad allergic reactions much like peanuts do (though it's not closely related to peanuts).

CINNAMON: Is actually made from more than one species of tree (that's why some cinnamons taste so much better than others). It's native to Sri Lanka. The part we eat is the bark, peeled off (like birch bark for you Americans and Canadians), dried, and ground up. The curls of bark, un-ground, are called 'quills'. Cinnamon slows the growth of yeasts, so if you're making spicy breads, expect it to take longer to rise.

CLOVES: Cloves come from a tree native to Indonesia. The part we use is the dried flower bud (take a really close look at a whole clove some time; you can see the flower). It's closely related to bay leaves and damsons. The oil is used in dentistry and related products.

CORIANDER: Native to the Mediterranean area, and used world-wide in all sorts of ethnic foods. In the US (and possibly other places), the seeds/fruits of the plant are known as coriander, and the leaves are known as cilantro. Both are from the same plant. As with celery seed, the 'seed' is in fact an itty-bitty dried fruit.

CUMIN: Another of the hard-to-place Eurasian plants. Possibly native to the area now known as Syria. We use the seeds. Use goes back at least four thousand years, by the archeological record.

DILL: We use the leaves and top parts of the stems, fresh or dried, and sometimes the seeds. Native to Eastern Europe. The name comes from Anglo-Saxon for 'soothe', probably because dill IS soothing on the digestive tract. Dill is used a lot in Northern European foods; I wonder if that's because it is easy to grow there. (Anyone from N Europe want to check in with an opinion on that?)

GARLIC: Technically I'm not sure this counts since it doesn't live in my spice rack, but what the heck. It's a member of the onion family, native to China. (Yes, really. China.) A major source of trace elements, vitamins, and minerals, it was passed along the trade routes so early that men were eating it when they built the pyramids. Garlic is also interesting in that it is so domesticated that it cannot reproduce and survive on its own - it has to be dug up, the bulbs broken up and replanted, to spread.

GINGER: Native to somewhere in Asia. We use the rhizome, which is a fleshy underground stem. It is dried and ground up, or used fresh and grated by the cook right before use. Ginger has been shown in many studies to work better on motion sickness than Dramimine, and I used it that way with good results.

MUSTARD: There are two kinds, brown/black and yellow. The one we know best and use most is yellow; it's easily cultivated by machine and therefore cheaper. Spiciness has more to do with how the seeds are processed, than whether brown or yellow seeds are used. It's thought to be native to India, where it has been in use for thousands of years.

NUTMEG AND MACE: These are from the same plant, a tree native to Indonesia. The tree produces a fruit kind of like a small peach; it breaks open in halves with a big seed inside. Nutmeg comes from the dried and ground seed. Mace is the dried and ground aril, which is a vein-like covering wrapped around the seed. In the areas it is grown, the fruits are also eaten. They contain chemicals that vaguely resemble serotonin and people speculate that eating nutmeg can cause something of a 'high'. It is also said that enough nutmeg can cause hallucinations, but from what I've read, the hallucination 'dose' and the toxic dose are so close together I wouldn't risk it. (We're talking tablespoons of the stuff.)

OREGANO: Leaves and stems from a little herby plant. It's native to Europe and related to mint. This is THE flavor we associate with Italian foods. It's so closely related to marjoram that it's really hard to tell them apart.

PARSLEY: Possibly native to Central Europe. This is THE generic garnish for everything, which is too bad because parsley aids digestion and has some good vitamins and minerals in it. It also makes a good companion plant in gardens because it attracts friendly bugs.

PEPPER: Black, green, and white pepper are all the dried fruit of the same vine, native to southern India. Black pepper is from the fruits, picked while unripe, cooked briefly, then dried. Green pepper is the fruit picked unripe and allowed to dry as-is, or freeze-dried. White pepper is the seed of the fruit only, with the skin removed, then dried. Usually it's used ground up. It's been used in India for at least four thousand years, and is one of the world's first major trade items.

POPPY SEED: These are real, actual seeds. We've discussed poppies in depth before, so I'll just say that yes, it is true, if you eat enough poppy seeds you will test positive for opiate use on drug tests.

SAFFRON: These are the stigmas (the little thready bits of the flowers) from a specific member of the crocus family, native to Southwest Asia. A pinch will flavor a whole pot of food. There are wall frescoes depicting women gathering saffron, dating to the bronze age, in Greece. It's been the most expensive spice in the world, usually worth more per pound than gold (depending on the markets).

THYME: Probably native to Europe; the green bits of several species of plant. My personal favorite for flavoring meat, along with a bit of garlic.

TURMERIC: Closely related to ginger, and similar in most other ways, too. Native to tropical Asia, the rhizome is dried and ground, etc. It's used as a yellow flavor and food colorant in many foods, including traditional yellow mustard.

And a last one that isn't in my spice rack because I can't stand it. But it's probably in yours.

MINT: The mints cross-breed so easily and regularly there's a whole lot of debate as to which plant is related to or a crossbreed of what other ones. But generally, most of the ones we use in foods are native to Eurasia. They're very easy to grow in gardens, but they're invasive as all heck so don't be shocked if you plant some and it tries to eat your yard.


There you go. I think that about does it, at least for the major spices and herbs.

ETA: Here are some more herbs that got mentioned in the comments.

-Basil is related to mints, and grows in many of the same areas. It's another of the famous Eurasian plants that's probably native to the eastern half of the Mediterranean, somewhere. The chemicals in basil are delicate and cooking destroys them, so make sure to add it to foods at the last minute, before you eat it.

-Epazote isn't really a spice I don't think (technically) but a seed eaten as a grain. It's a chenopod native to S America, meaning it's most closely related to quinoa and goosefoot. (I talked about this a couple months ago in my 'native American foods' post.)

-Fennel is related to carrots, dill, and a bunch of other culinary plants. We eat the 'bulb', which is similar to onion in physical terms - it is a tightly curled rosette of specialized leaves, not an actual root. Technically the whole plant is edible, though it isn't always eaten that way. It's native to somewhere in Europe.

-Marjoram is an herb so closely related to oregano, I wonder if one is the ancestor of the other. They are different species of the same genus, and closely related even for that.

-Mexican Oregano is a very close relative of European oregano, just native to south and central America instead of Eurasia.

-Pink Peppercorns are from a tree native to South America. It's not a true pepper, and not very closely related to 'real' pepper (which is native to India). It goes by a lot of folk names - American Pepper, Peruvian Pepper, etc. It's the red/pink stuff you see among the black, green, and white peppercorns in bottles of 'mixed' pepper. They've been used in S America for at least 1500 years. Probably longer.

-Rosemary is native to the Mediterranean area (not shocking, considering the native cuisines it is popular in). It contains lots of iron, is an anti-oxidant, and works as an anti-inflammatory. The wood is aromatic and used in grilling, and we use the leaves when cooking.

-Tarragon is related to wormwood (the stuff in absinthe) and white sage (the native American incense). It's also related to tumbleweeds, if memory serves. It's native to nearly the entire northern hemisphere, though there's argument about whether the north American versions are naturalized from imported plants or truly native. We eat the leaves.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Top trends.

Yes, I used the word trend. With only a little irony. Okay, maybe a lot. I was cruising this website today (yeah, I read fashion stuff), and saw the "Top Trends" list at the bottom. It's a good thing I wasn't drinking anything or I'd have snarfed tea out my nose. So let's run down the list of the top trends, shall we? (Just for the record, I've got nothing against... most... of these trends, I just resent them being pushed on us as new ideas by fashion designers desperate to sell me new clothes.)

1. Tulle. As with a lot of fabrics, tulle takes its name from where it was first made, in this case the city of Tulle. In 1700. (This is the mesh stuff that they made our prom dress "crinolines" out of in the eighties.) So, yeah, the big trend in fashion this year has been around 300 years. Sure, we can always find new stuff to do with it, but this is why I have a really hard time taking fashion seriously. Anyway, it got to be associated with weddings and fancy dress mostly after Queen Victoria wore a gown with a lot of tulle on it when she got married. Tulle has also been used as a base for embroidery and bead work, and with addition of the fancy stuff, can look pretty cool.

2. Neon. (Or more properly, fluorescent, unless they're making neon lights to wear, which I won't entirely rule out.) All right, this makes me cringe. I wore neon stuff in middle school, in the early eighties. I think that was the first round of neon clothing, due to changes in dye technology that made it possible. Neon dyes were of course possible before the eighties, but not at affordable mass-market prices. (I covered how fluorescent dye and paint works in my orange color post.)

3. Platform shoes. Well, it's hard to get a proper definition of exactly what we're talking about, but shoes with really thick soles go back pretty much into prehistory, all around the world. They were worn in early cities the world over (from China to Europe, probably India, possibly the New World and parts of Africa) to keep people's feet out of the muck in the roads from lots of horses and poor sanitation. Ancient Greeks and other theater types wore them for extra height on stage. Several kings of France pranced around in them. Naomi Campbell fell while wearing them on the runway. If I hadn't tossed a bunch of clothes on this last move, I'd have some from the last time they were popular in the nineties. Really, I don't think these ever fully go out of style, particularly now with new, better materials to make shoes with.

4. Plaid. Plaid goes back to the bronze age at least, and Vivienne Westwood made it popular for 'high fashion' back in the early eighties, late seventies. I wore a shitload of plaid in the eighties. Should have saved it, apparently.

5. Boyfriend jeans. Jeans go back at least to the 1850s. They didn't become outerwear/streetwear/daywear until the 1950s, when teenagers started wearing them to school. I believe at the time there were no women's jeans made, so that means at first all girls were wearing guy jeans. In Europe at least, women started wearing masculine-styled clothing hundreds of years ago, although women didn't start wearing trousers regularly until the 1910s, 1920s. (Interestingly, real jeans are dyed with indigo, and over twenty million tons of indigo is used each year for that purpose. Meaning our jeans are probably keeping the indigo industry in business.)

6. Leggings. Again with the eighties stuff. We called them 'stirrup pants' due to the elastic that went under the foot to hold them down and smooth. It's probably impossible to know how far back into history these go, but offhand it's at least the early 1800s. The Battle of Waterloo was held up for a while in 1812 because the cavalrymen's pants were so tight they were having trouble getting into the saddle.

7. Nautical. Geez, um, Battle of Trafalgar? Do all those crazy wigs in the 1700s that had boats in them count as nautical? Schiaparelli's Trompe L'oeil Sweater was nautical. That was, what, 1927?

8. Denim shorts. Daisy Duke. 1979.

9. Ballet flats. Vintage Textile regularly sells shoes looking very much like decorated ballet flats, dating to the Regency era, the 1810s. They were also popular in the eighties. This is a nice trend; the shoes are comfortable and look good with nearly everything. I'll probably stock up on several colors, to wear until the next time they're 'in'.

10. Military. Military styling goes back to Elizabeth I of England, at least. She wore a really cool military-inspired dress to inspect the troops, and of course the rest of the world went off and made things in imitation. Women have long taken inspiration from dress uniforms. All that braid and ribbon, you know.


So there's the season's fashion forecast. Looks like we're in for another retread of the 1980s. I'm gonna go dye my hair pink and listen to Culture Club.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Lets talk about the air.

So, I'm a plant freak and botany geek. Anyone who's been around more than, say, a minute or two, probably knows that. It confuses people who know me in real life, because I'm seriously casual about what we eat. I don't go all organic or anything like that. While I don't advocate living on Twinkies (and will address what I do get that's organic, at the bottom), here's why I don't get too het-up about what's in my food:

LEAD: The natural concentration of lead in the atmosphere is about .1 microgram per cubic meter. (No, I'm not converting that to imperial.) Needless to say, that's not a lot. It comes from stuff like volcanic eruptions, forest fires, stuff like that. However. Thanks to leaded gas that was burned in vehicles for decades (and is still used in many countries that don't honor the Kyoto Accord or otherwise don't give a shit), there's more lead than that in the atmosphere now. How much? No one will say. Everyone claims that levels are dropping since we began phasing out leaded gasoline (which I believe) and that in some cases it's nearly back to normal (which I don't believe). Large cities are of course at more risk than rural settings, which is true for nearly all contaminants. But of course cities don't exist in bubbles, and that crap spreads. Incidentally, inhalation and ingestion are the big risks. Lead in metal form (like roofs or downspouts or like that) are fairly safe and in practical terms not a real risk unless you intend to grind them up and huff the fumes. Still, you're inhaling lead and these other environmental pollutants every time you take a breath.

CARBON MONOXIDE: This isn't just screwing the planet in terms of global warming; it's also really bad if you inhale it. Natural sources are fires (including smoking cigarettes) and volcanoes and the like. Car exhaust is a major source too. As with lead, levels are slowly dropping now that the planet is getting more serious about car exhaust, but levels are still higher than the human body evolved with. Carbon monoxide will act like oxygen in your blood stream, bonding to the red blood cells in the place of the oxygen. Unfortunately your system can't use the carbon monoxide, so all it does is take up space that should be carrying oxygen. Short version, inhaling this stuff causes you to suffocate at a cellular level.

RADIOACTIVE HEAVY METALS: Thanks to the atomic bomb tests run by the US, Russian, French and probably other governments, mostly in the fifties, we've got all sorts of shit in the atmosphere that the human body was never meant to inhale. The biggies are Strontium-90 and Cesium-137. It is everywhere. People in jungles who've never seen white men or known metal tools have inhaled it. Our bones are radioactive due to it. I've spoken to doctors who think the astronomical increase in bone fractures are due to it (I think extreme sports play a role, but this stuff isn't helping). While I've discussed natural sources of radiation in the past, this isn't natural. The human body was never meant to deal with it. Every time you inhale, in it goes. Unless you live in a full-inhalation face mask with HEPA filters.

That stuff's just the high points. We've got tons upon tons of sulfur, other heavy metals, CFCs, ozone, and the gods only know floating around out there.

I'm not putting this out to be a total bitch, or a downer, or to rag on people who try to eat right. I salute those of you who are really working at it. The reason I'm saying this is to try to SAVE YOU SOME MONEY. You can see from the above information that even if you were to shift entirely to organic everything in your food, there's no way to avoid environmental contaminants. Organic food is expensive. Damn expensive. Instead of going whole-hog on it, I suggest instead making some choices about what you buy organic, and saving yourself some money.

Hormone free meat is worth the extra money. If you can find it. Everyone agrees that stuff will mess you up, and it's not something you can easily avoid by buying regular and trimming the fat or something easy. So that's worth the expenditure.

Strawberries are one of the most pesticide-intensive crops grown. Period. Anywhere. So I'd spend the money on organics there. (I'm allergic and so don't buy any, but if I did, I'd get organic.)

Apples are another really super-intensive pesticide crop. If you can't find organics, either peel the apples or wash them down really well. (Usually I wash down regular apples right before I eat them.) Citrus is much the same; get organic, wash it down, or peel it.

Yes, other vegetables are sprayed with pesticides, fertilizer, and other crap. But the levels are usually low enough that a good wash of the stuff before you eat it will take care of the worst of it, and while you will get a few extra chemicals, I don't think it's worth getting worked up with, in the big picture.

Oh, and if you get organic foods imported from overseas? There's no possible way to be sure they're REALLY organic, or if they were grown in the same field as regular crops and just marked organic to make a few extra dollars. Globally there is almost no tracking on food crops, where they come from, or where they go. It's rather scary, really.

Avoiding processed foods is probably the easiest, least-expensive way to eat well. It's more time-consuming to cook that way, but you avoid a lot of preservatives and other chemicals, even if you're not using all-organic raw materials.

Yellow 5 (tartrazine) is one of the few food additives ever proven in studies to trigger hyperactive behavior. It is banned in some countries, and most others require ingredient listing so people can avoid this. It is one of the few things I actively try to avoid.

Sugar only causes tooth decay, but it doesn't really do you any good. At least brown sugar has some vitamins and minerals; white sugar is worthless. This goes along with avoiding processed foods.

High Fructose Corn Syrup is evil. There's a lot of argument from the Corn Refiner's Association, insisting it's healthy, but please. Their paychecks depend on selling the crap. This stuff is so highly processed the human body doesn't really know what to do with it. Over three decades, the use of HFCS has tracked right alongside rising obesity rates and increased diabetes cases, fatty liver disorders, all those 'excess' diseases in the US. Researchers are finally starting to make headway against the propaganda put out by the refiners of the crap, and I hope soon we'll be using the stuff to make ethanol instead of putting it in our food.

Soda, well, soda is just a nasty old soup of chemicals. Often there's nothing natural in there at all, if you get the diet ones. We can argue for days about each chemical and what its effect is in the human body, but the bottom line is, we didn't evolve drinking the stuff, and all those artificial, non-naturally-occurring chemicals are unlikely to be good for us.

So, there you go. Why I don't eat all organic. And what I do instead, to try and be intelligent about what I eat, without going overboard. Anybody else got some ideas? I know a lot of you eat right - thoughts on doing that, on a budget?

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Books on knitwear design.

I've had a couple e-mails from different folks asking me for suggestions, these last couple weeks. As a rule when I get more than two requests for the same information, I publish it here (unless it's about penis size enhancement and the information requested is my credit card number). So here are the books I use most when working out my own designs. Please know, these aren't the ONLY books out there, they aren't even the only GOOD books out there. They're just the ones I use the most. I'll try to explain why, with each one. If anyone has different favorites, give a shout out in the comments. I'm always on the lookout for a good book.

First and foremost, the book I'm constantly going on about around here, and is currently laying open on my desk:

"Knitting in the Old Way" by Priscilla Gibson-Roberts and Deborah Robson. If I could only have ONE reference book on sweaters/cardigans/pullovers, it would be this one. Technically, it is only about traditional knitwear, and puts it all in the context of the EPS, or Elizabeth's Percentage System. That's the one worked out by Elizabeth Zimmerman, which uses the chest measurement as 100% and all other measurements are percentages of it. There are quite a few different construction methods discussed, and with a bit of creativity, you can apply this to all the rest of designs, traditional or not. Because, while the traditional sweaters are all knit bottom-up or top-down, you can work the percentages out in centimeters instead of stitch count, and then use the dimensions to knit in any direction you like. (Yes, technically you can work out the percentages in inches, but doing that is a royal pain in the ass.) Years ago, when I was knitting a sweater by Elsbeth Lavold, I found an error in the sleeve caps. It was this book I used to correct it; I figured out how high they SHOULD be, in cm, and then knit it to fit. It's a very useful book. It also has hordes of information on steeking, different fiber types and what they're good for, different knitting methods, a survey of traditional sweaters from all over, and basic patterns for at least two dozen. You could knit out of this book for a decade, easy, and not knit the same thing twice.




"Designing Knitwear" by Deborah Newton. This was written back in the eighties, I believe. It's been around for a while, for sure. And it's still in print, because it's a really good book. It talks through the creative process, how she starts with a sketch, how she decides what yarn to use, what color, what everything. And then how she works out from there. From Ms. Newton I gained the habit of drawing out my designs on graph paper, with one square equaling one inch (usually) and from there if you get the math it's all down hill. There are several patterns in here to give you a final product to look at, and a great deal of discussion on how she got there.




"Knitting from the Top" by Barbara Walker. This one covers ALL garments, not just pullovers. ("Knitting in the Old Way" is upper body garments only; "Designing Knitwear" touches on dresses and other things, but not much.) Pants, hats, skirts, dresses, you name it, it's all in here. Combine it with the EPS and you can knit the world. There's a section in the back of general comments from Walker that reads like the notes from a master class on knitting. It's worth the cost of the book for those five or ten pages, alone, even if you never design anything. (Stuff on gauge swatch, fiber choice, working a project, etc.)




"Meg Swansen's Knitting" by, well, Meg Swansen. This isn't, technically, a design book. It's a book of patterns. But there is a technique section in the front that is worth the cost of the book. And each pattern is written in her mother's style, with all sorts of sidebar commentary about how she chose to make the garment the way she did, and, well, a glimpse into Meg Swansen's brain? Always educational and helpful and fascinating.


There are probably another dozen or two books I use when designing, some of them not even having to do with knitting, depending on where I found my inspiration. Fashion history is always educational, and books on sewing can teach you quite a lot about garment construction - especially books that discuss sewing jersey (tee shirt material). But with the books I've listed above, I think you'd be able to make just about anything you want to.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Quote for the day.

From the Goob. Of course. She says all the good stuff.

"I'm not a drama princess, I AM A DRAMA FAIRY."

Sure are, kid.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

What I'm doing.

I've been spinning. Quite a lot. I'm averaging one skein a day (of about 75 yards) for the color-blending experiment. This is what I've got so far. It's halfway between sport and DK weight (uh... five ply ish for you Aussies).

You can probably see, that's a two-ply of orange and orange, then one of orange and peach, and then one of peach and peach. Next up is one of peach and light pink, then double light pink, then light pink and dark pink... There will be eight skeins total (including one of orange and dark pink I fear will be fugly; that is earmarked for the gauge swatch). I'm using roving from Muench Yarns, which apparently they don't even list on their web site. Cute. At any rate, I got four 8oz lots during that fiber spree I went on before Christmas; orange, peach, pink, and dark pink. It's mostly an experiment in spinning, but it'd be nice to wind up with enough yarn for a vest. For two pounds of wool, I'm not getting that much yardage. I think I've totally given up on trying to spin for yardage. I seem to suck at it.

In other news, Sekhmet is still a fucker.

That's my heating pad she's on. I got up to get a drink and she nearly leapt on it. There was quite a fight, getting it back.

Monday, January 18, 2010

REVIEW: The Alchemy of Color Knitting.


By Gina Wilde. She's a co-owner and the creative director of Alchemy Yarns. So when I heard this book was being written, I was psyched. 'Cause, as we know, I'm all about color around here, and the more of it the better. I spotted this in the book store last night and nearly leapt upon it, giggling with glee. Coming home, I holed up in the bedroom to read in (near) peace and see what Gina has to say about color.

As it turns out, well, she didn't say enough to please me. Don't get me wrong. There's a good bit of information about color in there. She's got a couple pages on the color wheel and matching things and NOT matching them, and all that. It's a very good basic introduction to working with color. For those of you who are at a loss as to where to start, when it comes to that sort of thing, it's a fine book. But for me, who has probably hit 'intermediate' or higher in terms of color theory, dye, and all that, I was left wanting more. Wilde just barely touches on the mystical aspects of colors, relating them to the five elements (earth, air, fire, water, and metal, the ancient Chinese system). On one page she discusses the color red and its meanings in culture around the world. But she only does it for red. I'd have cheerfully paid another five or ten bucks for another hundred pages of information along those lines. Wilde is extremely educated on this subject and has many, MANY things to teach the rest of us. And that's before we even start on the dyeing aspect of it - which she's also highly educated about.

The patterns are interesting. There are a few techniques that, while not new, she explains well and uses in interesting ways. Final count: 3 scarves, five wraps and shawls, five pullovers, five cardis, a tank top, a skirt, a hat, a pair of gloves, socks, a bag, and a set of baskets. Detailing, especially on the cardigans and pullovers, is very nice.

I'm of two minds about the yarns used. All the yarns are Alchemy Yarns, which, okay, why not use your yarns when you write a book? I would. But with the exception of the socks (knit with 100% merino), every yarn used in the book is either pure silk, or has a significant silk content, 30% and up. Sure, silk takes up color well, and looks positively glorious when dyed saturated hues. But flower pot baskets knit with wool/silk blend? Really? Alchemy Yarns does make yarns that don't contain silk, so I wonder why so much silk was used in the book; there were certainly alternatives that would still use Alchemy yarns. Silk can be limiting for the knitter, because it makes everything super-warm. And for a lot of knitters, the cost will be completely out of hand and they'll have to either substitute or not knit the project. (Bamboo, cotton, flax/linen, and hemp are all decent alternatives.)

Bottom line? It's a good book. You'll get your money's worth from the patterns alone (if you pay full price for the book, it comes out to a buck a pattern; a positive bargain). But considering the author, you'll probably be left wishing for more color information.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Sekhmet, you fucker.


I suppose it is in the nature of cats to be annoying. At least, in the nature of SOME cats, and we've already established that this beast is one of those. Sekhmet has figured out that I'm not feeling well, and so is trying to offer comfort in the way of cats. Which means laying on me, against me, beside me, around me, at every opportunity. Purring all the while. (The purring I don't mind so much.) It has gotten so that I can't sit down for more than five minutes without her bouncing into my lap (she's following me from room to room), meaning that before I can stand up to do anything, at any time, I have to disentangle myself from fifteen pounds of cat, first.

Oh well. At least she hasn't bitten me lately.

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The Knitting Olympics are coming up, and I'm trying to choose a project. At first I'd had something spectacular in mind, but I've been brooding, and you know... Innsvinget Ganser is still unfinished. All the knitting is done, it just needs a boatload of finishing, including pulling one arm out, unraveling two inches off the shoulder, and grafting it back in. (The royal pain in the ass of that is what's stalled it for the last, um, two years. Good gods. TWO YEARS?) At the moment, the sweater and all the stuff needed to finish it are in my in-laws' basement, and I'm due back in Ohio this coming week, so I could pick it up then.

I really should finish that poor damn sweater, huh?

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I'm putting out a yowl for help amongst my blog readers. You guys are clever. I'm in the process of working on a line of designs intended for hand-spinners; designs that are worked in such a way as to use up as much as possible of the yarn. (I've got a scarf in progress and a wrap waiting for me to knit once I actually spin the yarn.) I want to name the LINE of patterns. Something clever to communicate that they're meant to use up all the yarn possible. All I can think of is "Every Scrap Patterns", which sounds like you're going to knit them with scrap yarn - totally contradictory because the pattern takes the approach that every bit of hand-spun yarn is valuable. So... suggestions, anyone?

Friday, January 15, 2010

Bah.

Pain problem's getting worse, I think in part due to the TENS unit. So maybe no more Iron Man. Anyway, this may yet lead to Cranky Blogging, which I know a lot of you find entertaining as hell. You never know. (Will be throwing myself on the mercy of my GP next week, since apparently none of the pain specialists in the city are interested in seeing me, at least not in the next month or three.)

Anyway. Let's talk about something interesting.

Here, I give you my high-tech, apartment-dwelling yarn drying rack:

In case you can't figure it out, that's a skein of yarn looped over a shampoo bottle on a window sill, in the shower stall. Super-high tech, I'm telling you. Works, though.

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Yesterday I drove over to Ohio for lunch. It was my mother-in-law's birthday, and my father-in-law cooked it up so we were waiting at the restaurant when they got there. I'd coached the Goober the whole way over in the car, to yell "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRANDMA!" So she did. Really loudly. Fortunately she's cute and everyone in the restaurant was amused. THEN the Goober announced "I'm your birthday present!" My mother-in-law was completely surprised, so mission accomplished.

Really, the whole reason we're in Pittsburgh and not Honolulu (literally) is because we wanted to raise the Goober near her family. So the in-laws and my brother keep saying "we don't want to inconvenience you..." and I'm nearly yelling at them "we moved here to be near you, LET'S TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT!" So we did, and it worked out. Next week I'm driving BACK, to take care of some family stuff with my brother. I'm trying not to imagine how this would be working out if we were in Honolulu. Not well, I'll say that for nothing.

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For fun and comparison (if you like), pop on over to KnitScene. Their new issue preview is up. There's nothing revolutionary there, but since they're not claiming to be, okay. (I believe they claim to be a magazine providing knitting patterns. Mission accomplished.) Most of the patterns go up to a 52-54in/132-137cm bust. The smallest only goes up to 44in/111cm, one goes up to 65in/165cm. The only things that come in one size are shawls and scarves and hats and like that, which, yeah.

Interesting.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

That was interesting.

I wasn't gonna mention the bruhaha over the TM message (I took it down partly because of the circus and partly because I could not substantiate, 100%, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that it was sent by her). But then, sitting here this morning, I thought it might be kind of stupid to pretend it never happened, because in terms of cyberspace, yesterday was nuts. If this blog was really my living room (like the Yarn Harlot likes to say), I'd be sitting here in the aftermath of a massive party, looking at empty glasses and beer bottles, thinking "wow... That was crazy." Other than a few broken glasses, though, the party was kinda nice. Figuratively speaking.

-Got messages of support from dozens of people, including friends who don't knit. One old friend of mine offered to take over as my complaint department on a semi-permanent basis. For his own entertainment. He doesn't knit. I think he's really angling for more coconut macaroons, or a squid hat.

-Met a lot of fun folks over on the boards on Ravelry, in places I hadn't visited before. Wish I spoke/read Finnish, you guys look like fun and you've got some major knitting talent going on.

-About, what, ten new blog readers? (Hi, guys!)

If I hadn't accidentally had WAY too much caffeine yesterday (loose leaf English Breakfast, it gets me every time), and been pretty sick all day, I think I'd have enjoyed meeting all the new folks even more. The response was overwhelmingly polite - neutral, if not positive.

So, thanks to all of you who stopped by here, or e-mailed, or contacted me other ways, to say hi, make me laugh, or tell me they liked my blog. I always appreciate hearing nice things.

Now, I've got to go to Ohio to have lunch with some family and retrieve the yarn for the East Meets West bag I said I'd be knitting around this time. (Looks like Knitpicks only has the red ones left in stock.) In the next couple weeks I'll be doing some tutorials mostly having to do with different kinds of color work, but I'll try to hit some of the basics, too, like how to cast on 400+ stitches without losing your mind.

But for now, I drive. (I'd really rather stay home and spin.)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

And you thought biology was boring.

Meet the new entry in biology's "What in fuck is THAT?" sweepstakes.

The green sea slug, known by Serious Folks as Elysia chlorotica. The green? It's due to CHLOROPHYLL. Scientists announced this week that they'd found a critter (other than sponges) that uses chlorophyll. Only, see, it's freakier than that. Unlike most animals who use parts of other critters in their physiology, the sea slugs don't use the whole cells. No, the slugs break down the cells, somehow filter out ONLY the chloroplasts (the organelle in plant cells that do photosynthesis) and then park the chloroplasts in their guts where they produce 'food' on a cellular level. But it gets weirder. The researchers figured out that if they kept the slugs in light for twelve hours a day, they don't need to eat at all. Yet somehow the chloroplasts kept 'running' - meaning the animal physiology has somehow figured out a way to 'feed' the chloroplasts and keep them operating. Even though the chloroplasts aren't in cells. And are in animals instead of plants. Truly, the world is a weird place. (Article here.)

Some other fun entrants in the "What the fuck?" taxonomy contest:

SPONGES:

Oh, sure, you've probably got the skeletons of a couple sponges laying around the house, and so you think they're common. Let me tell you, these things are weirder than you realize. Did you know sponges are classified as animals? They are. Even though they reproduce like plants. Some even have chlorophyll in them. Sponges are found world wide, from the tropics to the poles, in fresh and salt water, from shallows to over five miles (!) deep. They produce hordes of odd chemicals - toxins, antimicrobials, you name it. For something that looks uncomplicated, they're extremely complicated.



SLIME MOLDS:

Meet Fuligo septica, or in folk/common names, "Dog Vomit Slime Mold". (Sure, taxonomy is less confusing, but I fuckin' love folk names. So much more descriptive.) Slime molds used to be classified with fungi, hence the name. But unlike fungi, which have organized cellular tissue, slime molds "composed of an acellular mass of naked protoplasm with no cell walls in its vegetative state". (Quotes from here.) In layman's terms, that means in part of a slime mold's life cycle, IT IS A PUDDLE OF GOO. No cells. No kind of tissue organization that we associate with living creatures. Nada. Just a freakin' puddle. IS THAT COOL, OR WHAT? It reproduces by sexual reproduction (usually considered an advanced adaptation), and when in the mood (and proper portion of their life cycle), they can ooze around "in amoeboid fashion". Except amoeba are amoeba, and these suckers grow up to the size of dinner plates. Here's some video of them sliming about; I don't speak the language, but the visuals of the mold can't be beat. I think the 'raspberries flying through the air' animation is to represent the 'fruiting' or 'spore' portion of the life cycle, when it sort of seeds itself. You see how screwed up these things are? No one knows what to call the reproduction phase of the life cycle - you've got 'fruiting' from angiosperm plants and 'spore' from fungi, and scientists agree they aren't really either one, but DON'T HAVE A WORD for what it really is. Think about that a minute. How a critter reproduces is a major point used to classify a critter, and scientists are still LOOKING FOR WORDS to simply describe these things.

So far as I know, slime molds live entirely on vegetable matter - bark, leaf rot, that sort of thing. One lab was feeding them oats (the same lab that had a slime mold escape a petri dish; cracks me up). If a meat-eating slime mold turns up, let me know, 'cause I'm moving to the moon.



TUBE WORMS:

Meet one of the few critters on the planet not to run on sunlight. You know how we were taught in school that everything runs on sunlight? That if you trace the food chain back far enough, EVERYTHING always traces back to photosynthesizing plants? Guess again. (Though the whole ecosystem was only discovered in 1977, so depending, your biology teacher may be forgiven for getting it wrong.) These guys run on chemosynthesis. They live around "black smokers", hydrothermal vents on the ocean floor. The 'smoke' is actually a soup of sulfur and hydrocarbons and god-knows. Tube worms contain bacteria that metabolize those chemicals into organic molecules that the tube worm then feeds on. Other critters in the black smoker mini ecosystem either graze directly on similar bacteria that live in mats around the black smokers, or graze on critters who graze on critters that... well, it's just like solar food chains, but not. Cool, yet utterly fucked up.


So there you go. I wonder if they don't teach this stuff in biology because it confuses that taxonomy 'tree of life' thing they're trying to teach in a classroom, or if they don't think they have time to teach the weird shit. But it's a shame, because it's stuff just like this that gets kids curious and interested, and I don't know about you, but I think a good argument on whether sponges are plants or animals would be great to make them think.

There you go, geeking out for the sheer fun of it.

Oh, but wait.

Sorry to ruin it kids, but the hate mail rolling in is too much. I just got shit on by a VK designer whose work I called nice. It's not worth the stress. The Drama Llama has left the building.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I AM IRON MAN!


Or, okay, not. I don't have any super powers, and I don't sound like Ozzy Osbourne. It's rather a downer. But we're thinking this might work, at least at night to help me sleep.

I saw the physical therapist today (she was nice; I'd go back to her any time) and she showed me how to use the TENS unit. That's it on my hand, up there. It looks kind of badass there, with the electrodes and all, but it's really boring once I wrap my bright purple ace bandage around it to keep the wires from snagging on stuff. I asked the physical therapist if I'd wake up with super powers. She paused for a moment, then grinned and said no, but it would be cool. She did tell me that TENS units only work on nerves - but with luck, we might get the nerves transmitting the bone pain to shut up. Here's hoping.

For the appointment, in a desperate attempt to be taken seriously, I put on my Dignified Librarian clothes. (Not just librarian, no, DIGNIFIED librarian.) That meant a black long-sleeved tee shirt, olive slacks, the Dignified Angora Socks, and black shoes. Oh, and the glasses. Didn't wear the fur because when my hand's bothering me it's hard to wrestle thirty pounds of coat, no matter how warm it is.

I think it's working... when my pain levels drop I always get giddy. And I'm babbling right now.

For those of you who asked, I checked the tag on the socks. I can NOT believe that it specified, but it DID. They are made from bunny angora, not goat angora. (Which is nice 'cause that means when I step in a puddle I won't smell like wet goat.) It was listed as "rabbit hair". Can't believe they specified. It's Target, for crying out loud. Actually, I can't believe they had angora socks in the first place. But I wanna buy some more.

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I've been spinning. The first (of eight) skeins of the color-blend experiment is done.

It's a two-ply yarn. I didn't weigh the wool for the different plies or anything, I just eyeballed it and hoped the singles were equal. When I plied the two singles together, I had this much left over on the one bobbin:

By my estimate, that's less than two yards. Damn I'm good.

I'm hoping to finish this yarn in time for the Ravelry Olympics (I'm on Team Owww!) and then use it to knit one of EZ's rib warmers during the actual games. (I'm not considering the spinning part of the challenge.)

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Thanks be to all the gods, the Goober finally understands bribery. You know, "If you behave/clean up/quit that, I will reward you with some treat or other". In this case, it's some watercolors she got at Christmas, for the bribe.

It's actually working.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Topic jumble.

First off, Nicole asked me if spinning saves money. I'm afraid I have to give that really annoying answer, "It depends." and add on "Sorta."

Here, I give you Exhibit A.

About 350 yards/what, 360 meters? of triple-ply merino sock yarn. I dyed and spun it myself. Technically, it cost five bucks. However, I've got about fifty hours in it, and haven't cast on a stitch. So for savings, you're talking about doubling the time it takes to produce a project (very roughly). In terms of reimbursement for my time, I'd sell this for about $40, $45 USD. And we're back to it being more expensive than machine-made.

If you have a lot of time, or like me, spin for relaxation/fun/physical therapy, then the skill level and time aren't an issue, and it's all good. If you DON'T have a lot of time, overall, it will be cheaper to just buy your yarn.

This also has to do with skill set and yarn produced. The more complicated the yarn, the longer it takes to spin, and (usually) the more skill needed. For most smooth (I think of them as normal, heh) yarns, skill level is fairly low and time invested isn't too bad, unless you're talking about craziness like twelve-ply or super-bulky. For more complex yarns like beads, feathers, furs, supercoils, or boucle, you're talking about so much money spent on materials, and so much time spent on perfecting technique and then using it, commercially made yarns might be cheaper. (If commercially yarns are possible; some of those can only be made by hand spinners.)

I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as a straight answer in the fiber arts. The more I do, the more I think that.

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On the spinning front, meet the most ridiculous thing I've ever spun.

This is old-school, traditional brown Shetland wool spun with multi-colored Angelina fiber. (Angelina = glitter/tinsel. Can you see the sparkle?) This is from that spinning class I took back in October. It had been sitting on the bobbin all this time, and I finally did a navajo ply and wound it off, to free up the bobbin. The fancy/modern meets the utilitarian/traditional. I'm already plotting a purchase of more Angelina and Shetland wool. Maybe enough for a sweater for the Goob. I'm sick.

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Roxie asked what the zippers are for, on the backs of yesterday's gloves. They're vents; they open up to an inch-wide swath of nylon (probably nylon) netting over the inner liner. For when my hands get too hot. Bwah. And yes, while I didn't buy the gloves for the squeegee, and I will never use it, I think it's totally cool.

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Now that I'm not doing mittens, I have another nefarious purpose for the lavender yarn - fingerless mitts. Sorta. I need something to keep my hand and wrist warm in this weather, even inside. Everything I've tried commercially restricts my range of motion, which is super bad with my problem. So I'm gonna just knit myself something. I'm planning to modify a sock pattern, but if I wind up losing my mind and designing my own, I'll make the pattern available for everyone.

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On the health issue, I fired my pain management specialist this morning, and am waiting for a callback from the office of a new guy I'm hoping to see soon. When they asked why I didn't want to see Dr. Chen again (yeah, I'm gonna name the wanker), I said that I felt no one in his office, including Dr. Chen, had any interest whatsoever in helping me. The person on the other end went "okay" and dropped it. Call me crazy, but I don't think this is the first time they've heard that sentiment.

At any rate, I've got a physical therapy appointment tomorrow night to learn how to use a TENS unit. I've got a bad feeling that it won't work (no Google search turns up any successful use of it for bone pain, and my nerve damage doesn't bother me enough to make using it for that worthwhile). If it DOES work, though, I can run around looking like a prototype for Iron Man.

Take THAT, Doctor Chen.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Wool, I have forsaken thee.

Well. For those of you just stopping in, this is my first northern winter in fifteen years. (Five years in South Carolina, ten years in Hawaii before that.) While I grew up in this climate, it's been a while. And since that last northern winter, fifteen years ago, I broke most of the bones in my hand. Plus of course doing all kinds of other orthopedically stupid things that are coming back to haunt me.

Did I mention cold makes my knuckles feel like they were hit by a hammer? Doesn't do much for my knees or shoulders, either.

I'd been meaning to knit myself a pair of thrummed mittens. (My father-in-law checked in the night before last. He was loving on the mittens. He'd shoveled the entire drive AND HIS HANDS WERE STILL WARM.) The stealth knitting I've been doing around here was meant to be a couple pairs of mittens, for me and the Goober. But the mittens were giving me fits, and we got to the outlet mall today, and I was standing in the Columbia store, in front of a wall of mittens and gloves, and I fear I had the worst thought a knitter could have:

To hell with the knitting.

I love wool. I really, REALLY love wool, with an unholy passion. Really. Unholy. But no matter how freaking awesome wool is, space-age man-made fibers can be better. (CAN. It depends. I'm not totally dissing the wool.) I broke. I was lured in by the temptation of warm hands.

These are $60 gloves. No, I did not pay that for them. It was an outlet mall. I paid a whole lot less for them. I don't think I'd have paid it, no matter how good the deal was, if my knuckles weren't killing me. But they were. And they came in purple. With floral embroidery.

Look, there's a little squeegee on the back of my left thumb, to scrape snow off my ski goggles. (No, I don't ski. Sheesh. Work with me, here.)

Innit cute? Of course, between outer shell, lining, and space-age fiber in between, my dexterity in these babies brings back memories of when my hand was broken, swollen to twice its size, pinned and sewn together, and strapped into a splint. Did I mention the warmth?

We got the Goober some fleece and something (GoreTex? Thinsulate? Something.) mittens. Their kids mittens are VERY cool. They have a universal thumb. The slit for the thumb opening runs horizontally across the palm of the hand, and the thumb sticks straight out from the middle, with lots of give on either side:

No more wrestling around, trying to get her thumbs into little tiny thumb holes. I freaking LOVE good design.

After that, I headed over to Target (with warm but not dexterous hands) to buy some socks. My feet are cold. I was thinking wool. Because I love wool. But yet again, my brain got away from me. Standing there, in front of the wall o socks, I spotted something BETTER THAN WOOL. (Again. Twice in one day. I'm so ashamed.) Angora socks. Really, wool/angora blend socks. I haven't totally abandoned the wool. Generally I don't like angora because it's fuzzy as hell, but since my feet are numb most of the time due to one of my medications, I figured it wouldn't matter. My mother used to tell me about wearing angora sweaters in the fifties and nearly dying of heat stroke. So I got three pairs.

(Terby, please note. Not everything I own is blinding colors. See that gray pair in the middle? Those are for when I want to be dignified. No idea when in hell that'll be, but if I need to, I'm ready.)

I'm soooooo warm. Gonna go put on the Starry Night flannel jammies my sister-in-law gave me for Christmas, put a heating pad on the back of my neck (it's been keeping the migraines away), and gloat.