Rain, knitting, buttons January 28
You’ve probably all heard about the deluge of rain California has been hit with recently. Rain wasn’t the only thing we got. At higher elevations there was also snow.
While we obviously got a lot of rain, for the most part our neighborhood came through just fine. There were some very small areas were a little dirt trickled down, but unlike the new people on the hill above us, most people make sure there’s some vegetation on their hilly yards to help hold them in place. These (expletive deleted) people removed every tree, every shrub, every scrap of anything green and living from their downhill slope two months before the winter rains were due to hit. What were they thinking? A significant amount of their topsoil ended up in the street below their house, which also happens to be right in front of my house. It wasn’t so much soil that it blocked the road, but it certainly narrowed it quite a bit, and made getting in and out of my driveway… interesting. The next non-rain day they had people come and remove some of it, but still. Wouldn’t it be better to have some plants, and keep that hard-to-come-by topsoil in their yard in the first place?
The day most of their topsoil slid into the street was a day when it seemed that someone with an impossibly huge bucket of water dumped it on the county. I was out in it. I never let a little rain slow me down, so I was out running errands. It was truly amazing how hard the rain came down for a little bit there. There’s a small back street that wanders through a neighborhood that I take to go to the local post office branch. It wasn’t a street that day. It was a river. Seriously. There was so much water that it was level with the sidewalks when I went through, and it was all flowing like a river toward the drains, and draining away. Thank goodness the drains were open, and not clogged with debris as they sometimes are. It made navigating the street interesting, though, I’ll tell you that.
Anyway, other than a new leak in one of the upstairs rooms—Dave thinks it’s coming in around
one of the roof jacks where the sealant is letting loose a bit—and another in the garage—he hasn’t found that one yet—we seem to have come through it all just fine. Whew. What a ride.
What about the knitting you say? Yes, I have been knitting. I knit a sweet little thing that I can’t tell you about yet, and a bunch of swatches. I’m planning another project that I can’t tell you about, and while all that’s been going on I’ve been plugging away at Wanida from Cookie A’s book, Sock Innovation. I’ve finally turned the heel on the second sock. The gussets are nearly done. Soon it will be that seemingly endless straightaway before the toe decreases start.
I also cast on for another pair of socks recently. This project I can tell you about. The yarn is a merino sock yarn from Lush Yarn down in Australia. They contacted me a couple months ago about doing a special project for them, and sent up some yarn. This is the one that didn’t go into the special project. I’ve been looking forward to knitting with it ever since it arrived on my doorstep.
You’re probably wondering about me a bit. I don’t normally go for anything remotely yellow. First I knit up Domus Aurea in that luscious silk from Claudia Hand Painted Yarns, and now this. Okay. Caught. No, I don’t go for yellow, but one of its biggest drawbacks for me is how horrible I look in it. Really disgusting. So I never, ever choose yellow. But when it ends up on my doorstep, and it’s a glorious hand-dyed yarn with a beautiful hand? What’s a knitter to do? I ask you.
I’ll tell you: knit with it.
So far I’m definitely enjoying knitting this pattern, in no small part because of how lovely this yarn is, but also because the stitch is pleasing. I’m just not sure if it’s good for a sock. Any thoughts? I’m not sure, either. I’m still plugging away at it. Perhaps it will be easier to tell when it’s a bit bigger. 
Have you noticed my little Fiber Dreams buttons on the sock pictures? I got a button making machine earlier this month, and made a bunch of these little guys. Are you going to Stitches West in Santa Clara at the end of February? I am. I’ll take my buttons with me. Tell you what. If you see me there and ask for a button, I’ll give you one. Offer limited to supply on hand—I have about 30 of them—and all that jazz. They’re small, only about 1¼ inches, so they’ll fit nicely on your badge holder. Hint, hint. Plus, my url is on them, so you’ll be able to find my patterns later. Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge.




















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