I’ve decided to come out of the corner where I’ve been licking my wounds about the AHEM mixed reception of my artistic efforts with the bleachy Q-tip. Life is worth living. I will live to bleach another day.
Back when October 2006 was young, I needed an appropriate project to see me through the Yankees’ repetitive winning of playoff games. Or at least I thought I needed a project for such a purpose. Throwing Hubby a bone, I went with him to the next-to-last regular-season game in Yankee Stadium. Since the Yanks had long since clinched, and were hosting the non-postseasonal Toronto Bluejays, I felt the crowd was going to be mellow enough to withstand some live-action knitting. This late in a winning season, the seats tend to be filled with friends and relatives of serious baseball fans. (I.e., people like me. People who enjoy having a beer and some snacks, outdoors, while something sporty is going on, vaguely, out there beyond the knitting.)
Thus began the Storm Water Scarf, a pattern designed by Ciobar Fibre Designs, for HandMaiden’s beautiful Sea Silk yarn (70% silk, 30% “Seacell”–which is cellulose fiber from seaweed). I was very excited to be knitting with Bamboo of the Sea. “When [Sea Silk is] worn, your skin’s natural moisture will release magnesium, calcium and vitamin E contained within the seaweed. It has anti-inflammatory properties and has been shown to protect the skin.” Sign me up!
If only the Yankees’ post season had lasted as long as 100g of Sea Silk.
If the stitch pattern looks familiar, I think it’s because it’s the same one used in the Midwest Moonlight scarf in Scarf Style. It’s fun to knit while being companionable to someone watching sports, and when you are done you know absolutely that a Slip, Slip, Knit leans to the left and a K2Tog leans to the right. This principle is burnt into your very soul.
I love the subtle striations of color and the delicious smooth drape of this yarn. Every skein is visually stunning, and it behaves beautifully on the needles, no splitting whatsoever. But when I quick-blocked it with the steam iron, I suddenly realized why it’s called Sea Silk. L’air du poisson, if you know what I mean, or maybe just a whiff of anti-inflammatory properties. As soon as it’s dry, the scent is gone.
In Other Scarfy News
As long as I was hanging knitting in the yard, I snapped some shots of this beauty. Silk yarn, hand-dyed by Cristina in something called cutch. (Hope I remember that right.) [Edited to add: Cristina also did the knitting; this scarf was a surprise that arrived in warm weather and had to wait all this time to be paraded around town with my jean jacket. I claim no credit for any of its charms.]
This photo shows the beads and the color most accurately. I’ve decided to never knit with beads myself because I don’t want to dispel the mystery. Now that cool weather is here, this little triangle is a favorite accessory. The muggles may not appreciate the lovely knitting or the suave drape of the fiber, and they certainly know nothing of the cutch, but they LOVE the beads. What’s not to love about the beads?
Which reminds me, Hubby and I are heading out for a long weekend to mark our 15th anniversary. Where does the time go?
Here’s one place it goes. This week Joseph aka ‘the baby’ turned 8.