Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Baby Knits

 In a reaction to knitting from complex Fair isle charts, I decided to do some charity knitting.  I found a charity on Ravelry which knits items for the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota.   Each month thirty plus infants are born there and they need warm clothing.
 

As I've said before I've done a bit of charity knitting in my time.  I once knitted a whole batch of hats for the homeless in Austin, Texas, in response to an appeal from a regular blogger.  I knitted eleven pairs of kids' mittens out of one giant ball of yarn for an appeal for Rochester, New York. 

  Somehow I don't feel drawn to knitting for the homeless closer to home, since the last thing some of these unfortunate people need is to be wearing a rather odd, hand-knitted hat.  Thinsulate would be better for their self-respect, and warmth.


However, knitting for the infants of Pine Ridge is just the ticket.  Each of these little garments only takes a few days, and it is possible to use up odd balls of acrylic.  Knitting with very bright colours can be cheering on dull days, I find - try bright yellow.  The patterns are available for free on Ravelry, and can be customised in different ways.  Small spells of time, such as train journeys, can be used on these simple projects.


I've recently had a letter back from the coordinator in South Dakota, so I know that my items have arrived and are already in use.  An ideal project. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Skye Cardigan

At last, a finished object - and not another baby cardigan.  After I finished the Pierowall Pullover at New Year, I found myself missing the challenge of following complex charts.  An Advanced search of Ravelry projects threw up a pair of socks - Skye socks by Mary Scott Hough - using a complex chart featuring Celtic spirals.  In the original, very strongly contrasting colours had been used: bright yellow and bright blue. 


For this cardigan I used a cone of Shetland style yarn which had originated in Selkirk - suitably authentic.  I matched that with a sock yarn by Katia, the pink colourway of the one I used on the Pierowall.  The marbling and speckle on the pale base makes the yarn sit well in the tweedy Shetland.



I knew that to attempt armhole or front edge decreases across a complex chart is very challenging, so it was fortunate that the chart for this one fitted almost exactly to the shoulder width, and therefore could be used intact.  I just needed to calculate how many stitches to allow for the front slope and how many for the armhole and cast these on around the panel.

I started with a twisted rib, as this looks neater.  The back is plain, and I did not introduce any waist shaping.  The older one gets, the less one has a waist to worry about.


I puzzled for some time as to how I might mirror-image the chart for the second side, but then it came to me: the answer is right there in the words.  I stood in front of the mirror holding the chart in one hand and the camera in the other and took a photo of the mirror image.  I know there is an app for that, but this was sufficiently high-tech for me - and it worked.  A little cropping of the image, and Bob's your uncle.

Shoulder seams were joined with a three needle bind-off and the sleeves picked up and knit from the top down using short rows.  I did sew the side and sleeve seams, but these seams are always less problematic anyway. 


So, all that remained was the front edge.  I needed something which would not distract from the patterned panels and thought to start by knitting a facing to the topslope and the back neck.  As I cast this off it curled up by itself, exposing the purl side of the facing. Why fight it? I thought, especially as it looked like a special little braided edge.  I picked up the front edges in the same way.  As of now it has no buttons, and perhaps needs none.  It may have some form of closure - perhaps I-cord ties?  I'll see how it wears.

On its first outing it was light, but warm.  It has a certain 40s vibe about it and may yet have shoulder pads fitted.  A success, I think.
 

Friday, April 17, 2015

Two walks

Why, thank you, Marilyn (Comments, yesterday).  I'm glad that you are enjoying what I post.


You may remember that my husband and I are "not" walking the Wainwrights.  The late Alfred Wainwright detailed two hundred and fourteen summits in his famous guides, and in recent years it has become a popular pursuit to "bag" all 214.  A friend and her sister are due to complete their list this May, when we will be with them in the Lakes.  So far we have resisted a full-on attempt at the list, but that is not to say that we have not been drawn to fill in those within easy reach from our base.


So- first we went up Fellbarrow, a low-lying fell to the west of Loweswater.  Last year we made the mistake of thinking that Low Fell, its neighbour, might be aptly named and found ourselves not only on a very steep ascent, but also without a sensible path down.  Walking over rough fell and heather where there is no path is very hard on the knees and ankles. 

 

This time we went up the Mosser road, and turned off up the fell.  It was a moderate ascent and gave on to an impressive view of the higher fells, spoiled only by a little haze.  We detoured around Low Fell to reach the top of Fellbarrow.  Up here it is strange to see such an extensive use of iron fencing, some of it now superannuated.   All in all a lovely walk, all the better for being sparsely populated.


Our next walk was more of a challenge.  We began by driving down to Ennerdale, and parking at Bowness Knott, where there were already many cars.  Where those people had gone we never discovered, because it was three hours before we saw another soul on our walk.


Ennerdale lies between Loweswater and Wasdale.  The drystone walls here show a quite different geology to further north, with rounded boulders rather than slatey layers.


We headed up the gully leading to Herdus and Great Borne.  It was stiff going to start with but nothing like what was to come.  We passed a sheepfold; they are everywhere in the Lakes.  Then, at 1300 feet, we came upon this curious structure.  It is composed of massive boulders and slopes inwards towards the top.  There is no entrance.


So, what is your best guess as to its function?


Our walk took a turn to the left.  We had been warned to expect a short scramble of exposed rock, but soon we were on all fours as the path followed the gully of a mountain stream up through crags.  At times the path itself had fallen away and we were forced to detour up through heather.  It was with a sense of relief that we reached the top. 


Great Borne was a place of stones; literally, thousands of loose boulders scattered about.  Away ahead we could see the path to Starling Dodd and Red Pike, across a wide plateau.  We made our way to the summit.  Oddly, someone has gathered up stray lengths of iron fencing and made this strange construction.


After Little Dodd we turned down for the valley, leaving Red Pike for another day.  All along the forestry road we watched the play of sunlight on the spectacular Ennerdale tops opposite.  A grand day.


Travel knitting

A couple of baby cardigans, knitted as we travelled about in the car.  This is Gidday Baby, and I could knit one without the pattern to hand now.  It's a brilliant design.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Crosscanonby

On the Tuesday after Easter we took out our bicycles and rode up the coast to the little hamlet of Crosscanonby.  This overlooks the Solway coast just above the Eighteenth century salt-pans and the Roman Mile fortlet.  It also has a really interesting parish church, for those who find such things of interest.

Outside the porch is a small collection of tombs, including a Viking hog-back tomb from about 1100.


In the porch are interesting carved stone fragments of ancient date.


But within the chancel arch is a piece of archaeology taken entire from its origins.  This is an arch from the Roman camp, including the side niches which would have housed statues to deities.  It fits right in here.
 
 

Some further offerings for Pine Ridge: another Gidday Baby and a Baby Surprise Jacket I've had in store for a while.  This needed some cuffs and an I-cord buttonhole band to complete it.  Both are now on their way to the reservation.  I like to think that an actual infant will get the benefit of these.

 

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Fog






 Some of you probably imagine the west coast of Cumbria as being bathed in perpetual sunshine - if you have not been here yourself, that is.  We made the journey on Good Friday: eight solid hours of traffic congestion, roadworks and queuing.  Saturday was a lovely walking day: spring sunshine taking the chill off, but we were looking for a relaxed  day so it was the  Lorton circuit for us.  Baby lambs all the way; upland sheep lamb much later than field sheep in Essex.




Easter Sunday, however, presented a different face.  Sea mist had rolled in and thickened into fog.  It was strange to see the weather map showing the whole country enjoying fine weather and a perfectly round patch of fog over the Cumbrian coast.  We drove up the coast to walk on the beach, since it was not actually raining.  Beyond the murk we could hear seabirds calling and the eerie sound of hooves, before two riders cantered up through the edge of the surf.



Monday continued the same: a damp sea-fog where we were.  We drove inland, started our walk around Sale Fell in fog, turned a corner and there the fog gave way to a perfectly sunny day.  The gorse was blazing away in the sunshine.  This bank was positively bouncing with sky-larks: they would rise, twittering manically then scoot back into the gorse in a way we have never seen before.



During the week we managed tea on the terrace of the Stackyard tearoom no fewer than three times. (I'm sounding like Maria Lucas describing her visit to Rosings.)   To sit out here enjoying the stupendous views while eating a toasted hot cross bun with rum butter ranks pretty high for us.
Highly recommended for those of you planning visits this summer.


 The terrace looks out on a little farm park, where we delighted to see this peacock strutting his stuff, facing down the opposition of a game chicken.


Pretty amazing, eh?
 

Monday, March 30, 2015

New Venture

Last week we started out on a new activity: volunteering for the National Trust.



In our village there are two separate National Trust properties.  One, standing at the top of the hill is a huge tithe barn related to the ancient Cistercian Abbey.  When I first moved to the village this was in a terrible state of disrepair, but a trust was set up and a local building firm took on the massive task of renovating the whole thing.  Now it is owned by the National Trust and much used for craft fairs, weddings, real ale events and so on.






The second property is a wool merchant's house built in 1509 by one Thomas Paycocke.
 




 The building was presented as business premises to show off the woven wool for which the town was famous, and no expense was spared on the carved woodwork of the building.



As the centuries passed, so the house fell on hard times, being divided into three small cottages and the exterior plastered over.  Then, in the Arts and Crafts period, it was bought and a period of restoration began, using the expertise of a local woodcarver, Ernest Beckwith.  So now it is an astonishing display of carved wood within and without.


Last week my husband and I did our first half-day shifts as volunteers there.  My husband worked in  the garden, alongside a dedicated team of about a dozen established hands.  He was set on to dig over a vegetable patch, ready for it to be used for growing flowers for the house.


I was inside the house.  Earlier residents and visitors recorded how cold the house was to live in; this is still true today, particularly as the principal rooms are North-facing. It's too early to record what I made of the opportunity.  Will I master how to use a till and give change, or will I have forgotten even what little I learnt by the next time I am on shift? Only time will tell.





Knitting


A little matinee jacket for the Pine Ridge Reservation.  This is a free pattern called Gidday Baby, published by an Australian pattern-writer promoting an Australian yarn.  It is knit from the top down, the advantage being that once the sleeves have been knitted on with dpns there are only two buttons to stitch on and it is finished, without any seaming to do.  I used a Stylewise acrylic with a small amount of Jaeger Langora for the contrast colour.  You can find the pattern on Ravelry.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Homage to Manet





On Friday to Norwich, to take in an exhibition at the Castle Museum entitled "Homage to Manet".  The gist of this seemed to be Manet's revolutionary ways of portraying contemporary women, and how this influenced others, not least female artists such as Dame Laura Knight, Vanessa Bell and Gwen John.
 
 

My eye was caught by this portrait of Virginia Woolf, who appears to be knitting.  It is not so clear in this reproduction where the blocks of colour seem to merge, but the piece of knitting is a deep pink.  Not dissimilar to the piece of knitting I had with me for knitting on the train.


Norwich looked better when we emerged into the sunlight, after the gloomy start on Friday.


We went to eat at Jamie's Italian, in the Royal Arcade.

 
 
 
This strange tree looks like late-lingering fruit, but in fact is hung with red pom-poms - quite striking in situ.


Knitting
Another layette for the Pine Ridge reservation.  Pieces knit up quickly when they are so small, although the sleep sack took two long car journeys.


You ask about the pattern for the cardigan, Liz M.  This is an old Hayfield pattern for a traditional raglan cardigan.  On the leaflet it shows two sturdy infants, almost toddlers, sitting up wearing white cardigans with motifs of rabbits and trains.  Times change.  I may have mentioned before being taken aback when a young colleague brought in her five-week old daughter wearing denim jeans and a brown smock top - the baby, that is.  In this case we were advised to use dark colours as white shows the dirt so badly.

The hat is the simplest possible: Cast on 66 stitches in DK and knit in k2 p2 rib for four inches.  The decrease for the crown by k2tog each row.  This fits a grapefruit, and I am told it will fit a small new-born.

The booties are worth mentioning.  These are from a free pattern offered by Frankie's Knitted Stuff.  It is an ingenious piece of engineering, and looks cute.