Shower Pics

Good shower.

The Baby Blanket Is Done!

Ta da! Done, and before the shower even. I guess technically I'm done on the day of the shower since it's after midnight, but whatever.

I used a size H crochet hook for binding off, and yes, binding off is much faster with a hook than with knitting needles. I probably wouldn't bother for a small project, but this sucker was 888 stitches around so changing to the hook was worth it. I used size H because it's the equivalent of a US 8 knitting needle. The blanket is knitted on size US 7 needles and I figured going one size bigger for the bind off would keep it from being too tight.

And here it is with one whole side done:

Two sides done:

Three sides:

And all four sides:

Here's the front after I sewed in all the ends:

And here's the center of the back:

What size is it? Roughly 4' x 4'. I'm not going to block it because I did it in a yarn that's 50% acrylic microfiber, 50% nylon. The pattern suggested superwash wool, which would have blocked well, but this is Sacremento and I think wool would get too warm. Besides, do I really think P. is going to reblock this every time it gets some baby-related fluid (or solid, or semi-solid) on it? No way. And finally, I like the somewhat swirly shape more than a square. So there.

Sometimes You Get a Do-Over

Thanksgiving was on the 27th. M. and I were in Davis in the morning, hanging out at the Starbucks on F Street drinking coffee and watching the people go by until it was time to head to J. & P.'s for the festivities. As usual, I picked a seat where I could get the best view out the windows for people watching. This means M. gets stuck with a view of the wall most of the time, but he's very patient about it.

I saw lots of people who clearly had the same idea of passing time before they had to be somewhere, many with kids in holiday outfits in tow. They all seemed pretty happy to me, and it struck me that people seem more cheerful at Thanksgiving than they do at Xmas. Maybe it's a less stressful holiday because it isn't as commercialized, or maybe it was just too early in the day for people to be cranky yet. (M. has often observed that most unstable people aren't early risers - this may be a comment on me but I can't deny it.) So the one rather sad looking person I saw stood out to me.

She had a grubby yellow skirt and unwashed hair, and a generally unkempt appearance that made me think, "I wonder what she's up to. Will she ask me for change?" There wasn't anything outrageously wrong about her - just an overall sense of unhappiness and isolation. She came into the Starbucks and did whatever she did then headed out. As I watched her through the window, shuffling down the sidewalk, I thought, "This is her Thanksgiving. Maybe I should... Maybe someone should... But I need to be at J. & P.'s soon... and blah blah blah blah blah."

I'm not talking about changing the world here. I didn't want to buy her a car, find her a job, or get her to take her meds. I just wished I had said hello, or good morning, or even just made eye contact and smiled at her. So really, yes, I do mean changing the world, but in a realistic, grass roots kind of way. But I didn't, and the moment slipped past before I focused enough to remember the person I prefer to be.

Fast forward to yesterday. M. and I were in Davis again for M.'s birthday sushi. After that we went to hang out at the Border's, reading books without paying for them and like that. I followed my usual course, reading a bit, then taking out my knitting while M. continued with his reading. I was engrossed in knitting the black & white baby blanket when a woman to my right spoke to me. She apologized for interrupting me, but told me that she just had to speak up because she had never seen anyone knitting in public before. You guessed it - same chick.

It actually took me a little bit to recognize her. I was chatting with her about knitting before it clicked - same shy demeanor, same yellow skirt, same hair. She repeated herself a lot at first, apologizing for speaking to me, but after a bit we got to talking (with pauses for concentrating on my knitting) about knitting stores in Davis, whether or not knitting was popular among Davis students, and the whole phenomenon of internet communities devoted to knitting. Then after a long pause she got up and scuttled away, barely leaving me time to call after her, "Take care."

Slipper Soles, It's a Go

Here we go. Wet puff paint:




And dry puff paint:




And slippers modeled by yours truly:




FYI, I really have been working on the black & white baby blanket this whole time. In fact, I'm going back to it right now. Have to - the shower is this Saturday. :)

Slipper Sole Experiment, Continued

Success! The paint is now translucent, with sparkly glitter. I stretched the fabric, twisted it, scrunched it, and the paint stayed attached. It's kind of stretchy, so I think it will do just fine in stripes. I'm not sure how it will hold up to the heat of a dryer, but it should be easy enough to put more on as needed.

Slipper Sole Experiment

How to prevent people from breaking their necks wearing splippery slippers? I did a little garter stitch swatch (approx. 1.5" square) in the same yarn as the slippers and added some puff paint stripes and dots to it. Maybe a series of dashes will make the most sense in the end. I think a long stripe will just crack when the sole is stretched. To apply the stripes I just used the bottle's applicator, but for the dots I also poked at them a bit with a toothpick.

The directions say it should be dry in 24 hours, so we'll see tomorrow how well it adheres to the yarn. And now I must wait. Humph.

Update - after about 3 hours, some of the paint appears translucent instead of white. Hmmm.

Granny Square - Front or Back?

Well poop. A. says the pic in the post below is of the back of the granny square, not the front. I can't tell - which is which? I think maybe the bottom one here is the back, but that's just because I know I have a 50/50 chance...