Showing posts with label Leafy Green Socks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leafy Green Socks. Show all posts

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Yarnarian likes Hundertwasser!

Hundertwasserhaus in Vienna



I'm thinking of dyeing this week's yarn with the inspiration of Hundertwasser's paintings. We are talking bright and cheery. When my kids were in Vienna, they paid a visit to Hundertwasserhaus, and were enchanted by its general weirdness. There's a certain Gaudi-ness to his apartment house. And who can resist Gaudi? Not me.

Now that I've finally figured out the "buy now" button on Ravelry, I am going to post some of my patterns here and there. Today's pattern is a natural for this time of year: Leafy Green Socks. I did these about 1 1/2 years ago, and gifted them to a daughter. I loved them, and really ought to make a pair for me.





Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to the gym I go. I ate too much, and now I must work out, work out, work out, work out.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Yarns, Socks and Odds

I finished the almost solid green socks. They are now known officially as:

Leafy Green Socks.

Pretty easy to knit, and I like the way it works for an almost solid yarn. This one has garter rib that flows into the pattern, lace and more garter stitch. The usual heel pattern and toe shaping. I've got to do other heel patterns just for the fun of it. I really like Eye of Partridge heels, and the linen stitch is neat too. Next pair of socks.





And because I have a gazillion sock ideas in my little head, here's the yarn for the next one. I have no name for the yarn, just kept it because I don't have any yarn like it and I really wanted that colorway for moi. And I'm the dyer, so what I say, goes. So there.



Mommie News: I saw the Mommie yesterday. Her memory is a wondrous thing. You never know which way it will go. For a brief moment she forgot that she has a grandson, but then we had a long conversation about indoor plumbing and outhouses from her youth. She was born in 1914, so that's a long time ago.

You want to hear about plumbing in a little town in Transylvania? Outhouses were the rule. She went to high school in a nearby city, and they were already into flush toilets. I can go into depth if you like, but it's not exactly a lovely topic. But it was fascinating, and opened a new world for me.

Grandma came to this country around 1923-24, and left her 3 kids with relatives. When she became a citizen, she sent for her kids and they traveled alone through Europe and onto a ship to the United States. The kids were about 16, 15, and 13 and spoke not a word of English. Can you see this happening today with our kids?

So the Mommie arrived here when she was 15, couldn't finish high school because her income was needed. Learned perfect English in night school. Whadda woman!

Jen - They are fun to knit. You do have to pay a little attention when you're knitting them. I tried this originally in a multicolored yarn. Blech. You couldn't see the pattern at all.

Emily - Aw shucks!

Erin - We tried this with a tape recorder many years ago, and the Mommie became stilted and not relaxed. So I dredge out these stories from her now. Her long term memory is incredible. Short term - eh. But she's in a safe place, pretty much compos mentis, and happy. Not bad for 93, huh?

Carolyn - Thank you, as usual. Let me know what you think of them.


Melissa - Thanks! I like them too. Egotistical Yarnarian!

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