I finished the Vintage Walrus – that is, as much as I’m going to do. I shall add a photo, later – because I need to have breakfasted, showered and dressed so that I can take it outside and put it on the lawn.
I’ve lost interest in it.
Two reasons: (1) because I was dreadfully disappointed in the yarn. Scheepjes Colour Crafter seemed glorious to me when I was making the lapghan for J – those two (ONLY !) shades of grey. But the coloured shades are far less nice to work with: the darker (or perhaps I mean more saturated) the colour, the rougher the strand. I HATE that ! I hate making something with yarn that has tiny bits sticking off it. And (2) because I couldn’t make the motifs without the stranded colours showing up like d*gs’ b*lls, which the designer did not intend. I have no idea how she managed to hide her stranding; but you will admit that her blanket shows not a sign of the second colour’s being carried behind.
I forgot ! – there is a third reason ! (3) because some of the colours are very garish. The on-lne Scheepjes Colour Crafter photos contain a large proportion of very false representations of what you actually get.
So all in all, I am very dissatisfied with the finished (in my terms) article.
With me it’s all or nuthin’; is it all or nuthin’ with you …?
This is Annie Oakley signing off for the time being – until I add that photo.
Later: it rained last night, so there was no spreading it on the lawn. Although, to be honest, I wouldn’t’ve minded if it got sopping …
Yesyes, I know that the arrangement is far from poifick. That’s what happens when you lose interest. I believe I might’ve reached the point where I shall not construct ANY motif project again.
Btw: there are yarns other than SCC in there, if you observe closely … That’s because I wanted not to be using an acrylic with teeny little bits coming off it.
There are them what says crochet is silly; that you can only make tissue-box covers and mats to put around the lav. To them I speak !
I did a filtered search on Ravelry of a designer named Robyn Chachula; and the results were only of her crochet patterns for actual items of clothing – not a scarf or sock (let alone a coffee-cup cosy) amongst ’em. But the search results had to be tied in to my own Ravelry account: so I changed the search terms and now you can access all her designs on that website. I fondly hope.
Just look at what a truly creative person can design !!!
July 27th is the day on which my eldest sister was born. So, as I love my eldest sister (and also my youngest sister), why the misery …?
Because what I made for her is gone. Disappeared. Vanished into the cavernous depths of the French postage system.
Remember this ?
That’s it. After all the time I spent on careful creation, realizing that it IS possible to crochet from side to side without its growing larger, or smaller, or one after the other, or both at once, or slanted … in other words, that I am actually able to create a crocheted lap blanket that’s simply straight up and down – and even without blocking ! – after all this time, as I say, it’s just – gone.
J will never set eyes on the lap blanket I made for her winters up there in Paris, in her little flat that she loves almost as much as she loves the city itself. She will never be found sitting at her desk in, say, January, writing a paper for some conference or other and keeping her lap warm with my lapghan.
So. She’s coming back to Oz in September for a brief sojourn. I must make something to replace the birthday present she never received. The Vintage Walrus must be put on hold while I do this, and that’s that.
This is where I get to make a lapghan with that amazing combo of yarns I posted about yesterday. Unhappily, it won’t be that really nice combination of greens, because I don’t have time to wait for a parcel delivery from the US – nor do I have the money (US postage to Oz is unbelievably expensive) – and instead I’ve chosen something she will like from the very limited range of colours available here.
Not a happy story, not at all. And especially because that lapghan was the first time in my life that I’ve made something plain but good, and finished it. Sighh …
That quartet has glitter yarn in different places.
Keep in mind, always, how bad a photographer I am when you’re doing your best to perceive it.
And last but by no means least … when the motifs are joined together there will be no more wonky edges.
I have spoken.
Don’t sigh and roll your eyes: you knew all along you were going to have to put up with this. ;)
Hope you’re impressed with the consistency of my dreadul photographic skills ! Not many could produce frame after frame, as do I, of appallingly bad images, you know.
Another few motifs done, and the introduction of a wee bit of glitter. Decided that it cain’t hoit … Whaddya reckon ?
Bummer. Just seen that the glitter is too subtle to be seen. Mebbe a close shot or two, next time ’round.
That’s what it took for me to re-wind my 20 balls of yarn into centre-pull cakes. I hate that word. Mais qui pu fair ? as my Mauritian friends used to ask …
Here’s something noo. From me, that is – a very small video. It is largely in an effort to impress my new friend Hannah. If she is NOT impressed I shall be obliged to commit hara kiri; and I doubt that my idol Plácido Domingo will arrive – too late or not. He just won’t be here. Sighh …
I’ve now made 10 motifs. Shall I show you ? – of course I shall. No-one gets away without seeing my very slowly incrementing stack of ’em. Hang on: I’ll take a shot …
10 out of 73. Don’t phone, I won’t answer. [grin]
See these ?
Yarn bowls. Sold by all the big companies and made by hand by many creative people. Question: when did you last see a ball of yarn that would fit into one ?
Oh sure, one can buy one’s classy wool or blend in skeins and have to haul out the swift and the ball-winder, ending up with a round cake of whatever; but in most cases the cake is too big for the average yarn bowl. And anyway, yarn one buys in skeins is always very expensive (around, say, AUD36 and not necessarily all that many metres).
Buying the kind of yarn I’m currently using sees big fat soft … erhmm … sort of oval-shaped balls[*] that can’t possibly fit any yarn bowl I’ve ever seen. And they are, in fact, these oval-shaped balls, absolutely infuriating: they’re designed to be pulled from the outside; but woven in such a way that they have to either turn over and over when you’re yanking them, or you can’t yank as you go but must pull off lengths of yarn every so often. I find that so irritating that I frequently feel like throwing them on the floor.
Does anyone have any thoughts on this ? I mean, is it just me, using the yarn somehow incorrectly ? Why isn’t the world full of grumpy people knitting or crocheting and muttering ?
If all yarn were produced to be pulled from the centre I’d be as happy as a pig in horrid stuff: the ball/s (current project has me using two at a time) just sit there, as well-behaved as anything; no turning over and over and tightening in the process, no need to keep unwinding lengths in advance … (Of course, there is the downside of how do you manage to rewind if you need to frog.)
I need answers. Hope to get some.
[*] once you’ve got ’em going, that is: they start out with ‘waists’ under the label – slightly hourglass-shaped
Whispering Gums reminded me in a comment, totally unintentionally, of something vile I did to J, my most respectable and quite brilliant sister (there were once 5 of us, but now we are only 3).
The comment was regarding my completing a crocheted lapghan for J – the one in two shades of grey NO NOT FIFTY !!!! – that I posted about here. A serious bit of work, of which I am proud.
However, the vile thing was this:
Heh heh …
It is in fact quite a good FO: the pattern got a bit tricky as the size increased, inasmuch as the number of 8s and 3s and whathaveyou meant I had to concentrate, or frog rows and rows. (Actually, I did that a fair bit. Grrrrrrrrr …) But the COLOURS, my dears ! – simply frightful ! :)
Trouble was that the American Yarn online shop in Melbourne had almost run out of this pertickler type/weight/etc., so I was limited to this or one that was grave-coloured – you know, greens and greys and blacks and stuff.
I did tell Jocie,up there in her Paris flat, that it was meant for her to put ’round her shoulders in the Parisian winter – only for interior use. Besides, I added, as she would need to be wearing sunglasses as well, it might as well be spring (even were she not starry-eyed and discontented …).
But I somehow think she’s never put it on. Pity.