Day Four: Landscape

The West Coast of Scotland? It rains a lot and we frequently do not get much above 20C. But it is pretty here and I have plenty to wool to keep me warm, so it works out. What I hadn't planned on was how much the landscape would inspire my colour choices..

Shades of pale brown mixed with grey skies and hints of mossy green. You can see the Campsies in the distance if you look hard enough!

Grey-blue lichen on trees. Bark an enticing grey-brown with  - yes - hints of mossy green. This photo was taken during a walk around Possil Marsh which was rudely interrupted by heavy rain.

Mossy green! Spawling across reddish brown! This sight is very common in the Glasgow Arboretum, just a few minutes from Casa Bookish.

What has all this to do with my knitting and crocheting? Quite apart from being overtly fond of mossy green, I am also planning a pattern collection of accessories all of which will be knitted in colours oddly reminiscent of the photos above. My poetic partner says that I am wrapping myself in Scotland. It is a nice thought.

PS. Yes, this was supposed to be about seasons. We often have four seasons in one day. Layers make sense.

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Day Three: Heroes

I work within the knitting industry - yes, I am one of the fortunate ones - and I meet a lot of crafters as a result. It would not be fair to the huge amount of talented, smart people I know to single out one or even two. Instead I'd like to share ten with you. Every one is special. Every one is a hero. + The vibrant supermarket girl who proudly showed me her pink, sparkly wristlet she knitted from a Knitty pattern. You rock.

+ The lady who had been scared to pick up crochet because her late mother had rubbished her early attempts. I saw her beautiful crocheted baby blanket the other day. You are fantastic.

+ The local women's collectives who use traditional crafts in non-traditional contexts in order to raise awareness of (as well as funds for) women's charities. You inspire me.

+ The young mother who makes outrageous knitted costumes for her daughter's toys. You make me laugh.

+ The man who keeps challenging himself to become an even more accomplished knitter and whose output makes my head spin. You are brilliant.

+ The woman who started a small yarn business from her kitchen and who now runs her own yarn-dyeing studio single-handedly. You make us all so proud.

+ The girl who was told to try knitting by her doctor and who is now knitting her first jumper just three months later. You are wonderful.

+ The woman who always had me sew on buttons for her but who is now making the most splendid amigurumi monsters and gorgeous accessories. You never cease to amaze me.

+ The blogger who keeps writing up detailed tutorials and who gives so much of her time and talent to others through social media. You are  ace.

+ You. Because you keep making things.

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Day Two: Pictured

I am still amazed that I live in the same city as this mad, bad building known as the Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum. When you travel along Dumbarton Road/Argyle Street, all you see are dull shop fronts and dwellings. Suddenly the shops and houses give way to the Kelvingrove Park with Kelvingrove itself situated right on the edge. It was built in 1888 for a Great Exhibition and the building feels like a manic Victoriana Gothic fever dream with tiny turrets, arched windows, statues and staircases. Inside it is far more calm than you would suspect. I have been there so often it feels like my second home - if I were the heroine in a steampunk novel, that is. Right after I took this photo, a hailstorm broke. People tried to take shelter at bus stops or under umbrellas. Glasgow weather is one of the greatest challenges I know as a knitter and photographer. Try taking shots of a Finished Object or for a pattern when you don't know what the weather is going to be like ten minutes from now. No wonder that so many of my photos are taken indoors..

Then I went pub-knitting with a bunch of friends. I was trying to capture the spirit of a get-together: the banter, the chat, the riot of colour, the yarn mountains, and knitterly frustrations. I gave up. Instead I simply shot a series of people knitting. I never get tired of watching people knit (is this weird?) and how their hands work in small, precise motions.

The last photo is of me (wearing Signest's amazing "I YARN CPH" tee) and apparently I knit too fast for the camera shutter.. Apparently.

Knitting to me is also about community, feeling part of something a bit bigger than yourself and nurturing creativity across boundaries. It is about going to the pub with your best buddies and turning a heel over a glass of Whatever. It is about making knitting a part of your everyday life.

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Day One: Green

Some people claim I have a bit of a problem..

..I have no idea what they mean.

In reality, though, I have to be careful that I don't end up wearing green head-to-toe. As a result of my love for green, I have recently begun thinking more about knitting neutral-coloured items (I already get a huge amount of wear out of my grey Nev shawl, for instance) and avoid greens except for accents.

Which is obviously why I'm knitting a mustard yellow cardigan.

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Acing

What is your relationship with your Ravelry queue? Odd question perhaps, but I have been thinking about it for a few days. After bravely battling manflu my cold and after finishing a new shawl pattern (more on which later), I was itching to knit something. The obvious thing to knit would be Frontier (the pattern is a lot of fun) but I lost one of my needles somewhere in Casa Bookish. The tidying mojo is absent at the moment and so I turned to my Ravelry queue.

I have 30 patterns queued at the moment. I know most knitters struggle to keep their queue under control - I struggle to add to my queue because I think so very, very carefully about what I add to it. In my head, the Rav queue is the creme de la creme of what I want to knit. Many of the queued patterns have been there for years and I know exactly what yarn I am going to use and in which colour. I don't often cast on from my queue but when I do, it feels like the height of knitterly luxury and indulgence.

I cast on Acer by Amy Christoffers this week. I can see it has been in my queue since January 2011 though I am positive I had been wanting to knit since I first saw the pattern. So far I am just beyond the first few rows of ribbing and the first few rows of the chart. It is a fairly intuitive pattern - and very well-thought out. Loving how the ribbing melts into the cable/lace pattern.

I bought ten hanks of Rowan Silky Tweed (a heavy worsted/light aranweight wool and silk blend) in a December 2010 winter sale with Acer in mind. So far the pattern and the yarn match each other as well as I had imagined. Heavenly.

The colour is Mardigras - a light mustard yellow with orange flecks. I am going a bit more 1970s with my colour choices these days and that colour will work beautifully with tweeds and brown cords.

What will replace Acer's place in my queue? There are plenty of patterns I adore which I haven't queued: Sarah Hatton's Stevie (Paula's version is gorgeous - I have seen it in real life), Heidi Kirrmaier's Harvest Moon, Kate Davies' Deco, Amy Christoffer's Windsor cardigan, this charming Drops pattern and Lene Holme Samsøe's Lily - to name but a few. Will they join the queue? Who knows..

..I do think I overthink my queue way too much. Thing is, I am rarely disappointed when I finally knit something from my queue. It just feels right.

I have a pattern currently being test-knitted. Social media is the best: I idly mentioned on Twitter needing to have my next pattern test-knitted and within ninety seconds I had more than enough offers to have several patterns test-knitted. My mind, she was blown away.

I sat knitting in the backyard today and I had my new shawl draped around my shoulders to keep the spring breeze at bay. Total love.

Both Sides of the Internet

I have a long list of things I tell myself I Should Really Blog About and somehow I end up keeping them in my head. It has been puzzling me why this is so, but I think it is the combination of no longer being relatively anonymous and being able to talk to my Other Half about these things that I end up keeping things off the blog. It is a shame and so here we go.

Recently I was having a quick little internet chat about STFU, Parents. It is a website in the vein of Regretsy and Lamebook with a dash of Ravelry Rubberneckers and F_W (all these links should be considered NSFW) as it navigates social media sites and documents some truly unfortunate oversharing and jerky behaviour. I had an exchange with a friend who thought the site was rather mean. I agree that it is mean but also that it documents meanness towards other people. Let me expand upon that.

It never ceases to amaze me that my gender plus age plus relationship status = it is perfectly okay for people to ask very personal questions about the state of my uterus. What I take from STFUP is that I am not the only one who gets random "lol, so r u preggers? lol why not?" comments at me (or get emailed some insensitive 'lol' questions). I find some of those remarks and mails really, really mean too.

Of course, STFUP documents meanness towards other people too - particularly towards people's own children. That hilarious poop story will be infinitely less funny when your child finds it online 15 years from now - and it is really not funny now.

If a site like STFUP can make one person less likely to mommy-jack, ask me questions about my uterus and/or sexual orientation, post an embarrassing story about their kiddo, or name their child something horrid - then I am all for it. Even if that makes me a mean person. Incidentally there are also other variants upon the same theme and I think the common message is (as always): don't be a jerk.

Now that is out of my system, let me share an altogether lovely story about the kindness of strangers.

Remember the story about the lost shawl I found in Glasgow City Centre? It has been reunited with its rightful owner. In a completely unnecessary gesture, the owner has given me a gift - this made me tear up as I certainly did not expect anything.

Thank you Jules and Jules' Mum. You are amazing and much too kind.