Daily Archives: November 29, 2008

My Koolhaas hat…the bane of my knitting existence.

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I’m in love with this gorgeous hat. This is Jared Flood’s Koolhaas hat pattern, inspired by architect Rem Koolhaas’s Seattle Library.

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However… after pulling it apart three times, I’m finally just past the first cable set… with 4 more to go. I found the most exquisite emerald green Noro Cash Iroha (Silk, Cashmere, Lambswool & Nylon) but it’s sort of holey and not really defined enough for what I had envisioned. This pattern is work…not an easy and relaxing knit (for me) but I want it… dangit… and I’ve got to have it.

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Perhaps new yarn? Smaller needles? Argh. I’m so close to just pulling it out and finding a new pattern… :(

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My children have cheered me on along the way… and since I’m a die-hard and simply cannot just QUIT… I have to finish it… but I’m dreading the next 4 repeats considering I’m already not really happy with how it’s looking… too smooshy and open, with too much along the lines of holes for cold air to get in… Help. Sigh. Whine.

Fresh off the needles

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silkcablesI could insulate my house with knitting books. So imagine my utter joy when I found an old gift card to the local book store, Vanderfords! They don’t have a great knitting book section, but I did find one!

Luxury Yarn One-Skein Wonders, what a perfect book for me! Full of beautiful patterns that are challenging enough to teach you something new, while small enough to qualify for us fair-weather knitters. I made the Merino Silk cables for baby hat, in cornflower blue Debbie Bliss silk cotton. Not so fun to knit with, but perfect for a baby hat.

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Brown again!

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After years of painstakingly painting my hair blond as often as I could afford it, I’ve jumped ship and have returned to my roots… Literally.

I’d love to say I haven’t noticed any differences, but every blond out there would throw verbal stones at me. There are differences, and I admit to having a bit of a panic when I least expect it. Such as looking in the mirror first thing in the morning <gasp… it’s BROWN!>

But it feels great, and I have to say I love it more than I thought I would! I can’t imagine going to all the work I used to for it to only look good for a couple weeks. The best lesson has been in realizing that getting older is finding happiness in what and who you are naturally, instead of always wishing to be something else. I’m finally really happy in my own skin, and it feels great.