Store begivenheter

Gosh, it's over a week since I last posted. So much has happened that it will be hard to catch up. First and foremost, the secret event I took part in over the weekend was the marriage of my dearest friend. It was a magical event, but it's not my story and not my place to broadcast it. Let me just say that the couple, who are both in their fifties both married for the very first time (very unusual!) after being together for sixteen years. They were married in full-on traditional folk costumes in an 850-year-old stave church in the village that the bridegroom's family emigrated from about 150 years ago. Everything about the wedding was lovely and moving. We were only a party of eight, and I felt incredibly privileged to have been able to take part in it.

I decided I needed a thoroughly mindless knitting project to take along for the trip, so I ended up going for a Clapotis scarf. This is about the most popular knitting pattern in the world. Right now there are well over 17,000 projects listed on Ravelry. I dug out some Garnstudio Drops Silke-Tweed that I had left over, and just went for it:

It's a very fun and satisfying travel knit, though I'm not yet sure whether I'll actually use it. It may end up as a gift.

Unfortunately, I came down with what I sincerely hope is the last cold of the season. It really put a damper on my week, which is why I'm only now finding the time to blog.

Veiledning

I found a good video guide to knitting top down set in sleeves. Can't wait to give this a try on my Cowl Vest! The back is done, and I've started on the front, so it shouldn't be too long now...

Rolig

Slowly but surely making progress on the Cowl Vest:

I made it through the waist shaping and up to the split for the armholes without incident. At least I haven't noticed any dropped or mistakenly added stitches, which is the danger when knitting stockinette with such fine yarn.

This coming week big things are afoot, and I'll be taking a little top secret trip next weekend. Right now feels like the calm before the storm. It's good to have something really simple to work on. But I have to confess that I haven't quite been able to shake my temporary fascination with variegated yarn. Rather atypically, I made an impulse yarn purchase the other day:

It's twelve balls (1212 meters) of Noro Silk Garden number 47. You see, I had a thing to go to in Majorstua, and my favorite yarn store in Oslo is in Majorstua, and I had a few minutes to kill, and it turns out they were phasing out Noro products and had a big bunch of this one color marked down by 30%, and I loved the color combination, and, well, I just couldn't resist. I've been so good about not buying yarn (I actually think I haven't bought any sweater quantities since our vacation in Denmark last summer, other than for my bias skirt) that I can't really feel all that guilty about it. The plan is a top-down raglan in stripes made by alternating balls, in the spirit of Brooklyntweed's Noro scarf. I can't quite explain why I am so attracted to these yarns... Jared Flood's description on the Brooklyntweed blog does a pretty good job of it.

In pizza news (yes, there really is such a thing as "pizza news" in my life at least), we have had a breakthrough with E. I've been trying for a couple of years to come up with a pizza that he will eat. He hasn't liked any of the plain kid pizzas we've tried, though he will eat pizza at other people's houses. I sort of started to develop a complex about this, because pizza is one thing that I almost always get compliments for, so it was demoralizing that my own son wouldn't eat what I made. Then recently, he took a piece of the pizza I make for myself, and he totally loved it. I was shocked, since it has tons of onions, black olives, mushrooms, spinach and garlic. Not your average kid fare. Yesterday I made one for him with most of that, and he gobbled it up, and then this morning he ate one of the leftover pieces of mine for a mid-morning snack. I'm totally stoked that he shares my taste!

Opptur

This weekend has been entirely dominated by the Nordic Skiing World Championships and a phenomenally high level of whining and pouting around home. Oh, and lots of knitting too. I've been going hard at the Cowl Vest in lace weight yarn, and have made it through all the decreases for the waist shaping:

Still not much to look at at all. The yarn has been unravelled and it's going to look terrible until it's blocked. I'm still hopeful that the project is worth doing. I have to admit that it's a little boring even for my minimalist tastes. My mind starts to wander to other projects. I've been revisiting the idea of knitting a Clapotis (from the Knitty website) in lace weight yarn on very small needles. I had bought the yarn two years ago, the last time I was at the SASS conference. It practically killed me to get it wound. No one will ever understand what a triumph this photograph represents:

It's a really nice green merino. I think it could work out really well. It would be cool to have a chic Clapotis to wear at SASS at the end of April--perfect to have a big open work scarf to wrap around my neck in windy Chicago.

The other thing I've been thinking about in knitting is a process called stacked color pooling. Here's an example on Flickr. Basically, you take a variegated yarn with fairly long color blocks, figure out how many stitches each section of  color is in width, and use that to figure out a pattern that will maintain each color in a column. It's fascinating, kind of like the Noro Lanesplitter skirt I knit back in September, only more challenging to figure out.

Work is going pretty well. I finished off the Fosse/Ibsen article and am getting it critiqued tomorrow. It would be great if I could get it sent off to a journal by the end of the week. I also just got word that I need to return some final corrections to one of my cabin articles that will be in an anthology. This is the last round before the whole book (which is on various aspects of cabin culture in Norway) gets sent out to peer review. And my very best news is that I got the go-ahead to teach an MA level seminar in the fall. I'm thrilled! It's going to be called "Romanens rom" (the spaces of the novel), and it's pretty much my dream seminar right now. I'm having tons of fun trying to decide on the exact reading list: so many good novels, so many interesting theories, and I can't include it all...

Ingen skam å snu

I never thought I'd be so happy for Sunday to arrive! This week has been vinterferie (winter break) in E's preschool, and since neither KE nor I had time off from school and work, we've had to divide it up between us. As is often the case, it's much easier to parent when there's just one of us than when we're both here, as was the case Thursday and Saturday and today.

I recognize so much of my own idiosyncratic behavior in E, but one thing in particular strikes me as so very unlike me that I have to comment. We're both only children, and somehow I learned at a very early age how to entertain myself. I seriously can never remember being bored (except when my parents dragged me on dawdling birdwatching walks or made me wait a half an hour at a restaurant while they lingered over coffee). E on the other hand actively resists any form of play by himself, and the first thing he does when he wakes up is ask (well, okay, whine) "What should I do?" I find it kind of shocking that a 6-year-old needs to ask that. He never likes any of my suggestions, and acts bored right away if I launch into an activity with him. Unfortunately, these last few days it has just escalating from there, making it really hard to want to even interact with him. Not sure what to do about it, just need to kvetch a bit...

In knitting news I got over excited about knitting cables on Thursday and blew out my hands. I then took a long look at what I had knitted, and realized that the yarn really is perfect for Fulmar, and that I should just bite the bullet and knit that instead (especially since the plain cable pullover should really be in a drapier* yarn, like alpaca). I printed out the pattern, read it thoroughly, and was almost ready to cast on, but then I rather inexplicably chickened out. I decided to do something much simpler instead, while I work myself up for Fulmar. My excuse is that cables put even more pressure on my joints.

What I decided on was the Cowl Vest from the Purl Bee website. Of course I'm going to add arms, since my arms are bar none my least favorite body part. I've been wanting to try knitting set-in sleeves from the top down using short rows for a while, and this will be the perfect opportunity. What yarn, you ask? Well, I made a snap executive decision that I'm never going to finish the Bridgewater shawl that I started last summer. I have been a little stumped by one technical aspect, but what really made the decision for me was the fact that I just don't wear shawls. Ever. The idea of an elegant, drapy,** body-skimming top in a rich pewter gray really appeals. I think it would be good for dressy occasions paired with the right skirt or pants. I'll need to get just the right camisole to wear under it, but I think that I'll get a lot of use out of it.

So Bridgewater is history, and the lovely Classic Elite "Silky Alpaca Lace" is being put to good use instead of languishing. So far I'm only about two inches into it, so there's not much to show.

*It bothers me that this is not a word. I hear and use it all the time in the knitting world.
** !

Prosess-strikking

I think it's time to acknowledge that I really like knitting cables. They feel right to me in a way that lace knitting never quite does. I guess maybe because I'm always cold these days it just fundamentally doesn't make sense to me to add holes to a knitted fabric deliberately!

I finished the Laurel hat by Jared Flood. It ended up too big (no surprise, I have a pin head) but wearable. KE thinks it looks like a little old lady hat, so it doesn't have his approval, but I plan on wearing it anyway.

 This was taken while it was still blocking on a a dinner plate. As I feared, the single ply yarn isn't the best for showing off fancy cable work.

I finally decided what to do with all the fingering weight Shetland wool I bought in Denmark last summer. There is a pattern for a very basic cabled turtleneck in one of my ancient Vogue Knitting magazines. I've always loved it, but never given serious thought to knitting it. It occurred to me though that the yarn might just work for that pattern. I had originally bought it to make the really fancy Alice Starmore (whoops, I almost wrote "Starwars," which tells you something about the main thrust of discussions in our household these days!) pullover called Fulmar. The problem with that is that I want to modify it really substantially, and I just haven't quite worked up the nerve for that. I think this project is going to work out really well as a substitute:

  It's most definitely a "process" knitter's type of project. It's extremely repetitive and basically really OCD. For the back alone I had to cast on 250 stitches (reducing to 230 stitches after the ribbing). There are 28 cable columns, and the cables themselves come every sixth row.

I have to admit I find it mesmerizing! There's no telling how long it's going to take me, since it's fairly oversized and has this cable pattern over the entire front, back and both arms. I should add too that the color is much richer than in these washed out winter pictures...

På tverke

Whoa. I don't know what happened this week. I took a total nose dive in terms of how I feel about myself, my career, and my prospects. I guess it is only natural. We've been running on really low energy here at home because of the lingering cold that we all have. The place is a mess, which gets me down too. And then there has been a flurry of delicate ethical situations playing out at work, which I can't blog about, but which have been pretty demoralizing to deal with.

For some reason, I've been feeling all week that I really don't know anything at all about my field of expertise. I think it started with my class on Tuesday, when it was painfully obvious that I hadn't done enough research on the reception of the film I was lecturing on. Then I over-reacted to something on the collection of articles that I'm co-editing, and had to shoot out an apology to one of the co-editors. Then yesterday I had to give a presentation to a group of MA students on a theoretical issue that I've used in my research before, but am by no means an expert on. There too I felt that I wasn't well enough prepared, and I know at least some of the students knew more about the topic than I did.

On top of all this, I have a bunch of practical/personal issues that are weighing on me:

• I need to figure out what to do about filing U.S. income tax returns.
• I need to make time to go to my doctor's office.
• I need a haircut.
• I need to plan and book our trip to the US this summer.
• I need to get rid of the mounds of recycling that have been piling up in our kitchen over the winter (we don't have pick-up here, but the recycling center is really close). (ETA: yay, at least we took care of one thing on the list!)
• I need to get on top of an important and top secret festivity that will be happening in only a few weeks.
• I need to communicate with some people by email and am having trouble working up the nerve to do it.

Gah.

Since I'm not quite sure what sweater to start on next, I decided to try one of the small patterns in Jared Flood's Made in Brooklyn. I've had the booklet for quite a while, and there are many patterns in it that I'm eager to knit, but it just hasn't worked out until now (mostly because I'm trying to knit only from stash or from upcycled yarn). I'm about half way through:

Pattern: Laurel from Made in Brooklyn
Yarn: Marks & Kattens ekoull (a single-ply Aran weight) in color #1976
Needles: 16" circulars in size 2.5mm and 4.0mm (smaller than the pattern calls for, and that may have been a mistake...)

Not sure this is the best choice of yarn for the project. We'll just have to see. I'm hoping that any problems will be worked out in the blocking. It's a fun and relatively easy pattern, with lots of cables and bobbles.