Freeform Knitting with Debbie New at Stitches West.
But, I can't spoil this by revealing any further detail. Debbie needs to earn her living just like the rest of us, so if you want to learn more, track her down through her books, articles and classes.
See that amazing sweater on the table? Click on the picture and make it larger. Though some of the students looked skeptical at the time this photo was taken, that design (or something similar of one's own) is easily approachable by any student in the class.
After class, on to the Market to meet with old friends and put faces with new names. Here I am (center) with Lisa Louie of Maui (left) and Tommie Tank (right), also known as the Doily Fairy, from whom I received (again!) the amazing gift of one of her hand-knit doilies. I am clutching a large skein (enough for a vest) of LaLana's new "Skunk" colorway, which is drawn from a carefully carded blend of black and white merino wool for a magnificent streaky effect.
I'm afraid that I caused the staff of LaLana to be besieged with requests for the "Skunk" colorway, due to a misunderstanding on my part. At some point while I was asking about the yarn, someone in my immediate vicinity said something about fiber from pet skunks being spun into the yarn, and I got it in my head that the yarn included actual combings from pet skunks. And, because de-scented and neutered skunks make charming pets, I did not think this the least bit odd -- especially having spun yarn from angora bunnies and chinchillas sitting right on my own lap, not to mention dog hair, australian possum, and persian cat hair -- this just seemed to make perfect sense. So when I reported about my visit to Stitches on KnitU, I crowed that I had scored some Skunk yarn including hair from actual skunks, and poor Luisa Gelenter, the rightful Mistress and Commander of LaLana Wools, was beseiged with requests for it. So I had to run back and post on KnitU that I had rather gloriously screwed up.
But either way, I'm still thrilled with the yarn, as the streaky effect is fabulous. And of course every visit to the LaLana booth is a bona fide religious experience in the Church of Fiber.
Note the delirious expressions. Let this photo be a warning to wayward youth: you can get high on wool fumes. Very, very high. Which causes silliness, and perhaps an excessive amount of wool purchasing.
... and still more carefully fenced-in yarn, once again by the bagful ...
..and that's only the part of it, and only the first day.
I feel a bit remiss, and I owe you loyal readers an apology. The news from Stitches is a bit stale, and I don't know precisely what has kept me from posting until today. I've been feeling a bit of "writer's drought" lately, but it hasn't been any one particular thing, just a matter of being nibbled to death by ducks. At first, I had to have some maintenance work done on my computer, which delayed both blogging and pattern-writing, so I satisfied myself with wasting time being a middle-aged delinquent hanging around in the dark alleys over at Ravelry, which is a remarkable site but a major time-suck, especially when one is both artistically uninspired and in work-avoidance mode.
In addition, my regular work has been erratic, I've been vexed in the matter of putting a new pattern onto paper, and I've had to tackle the a formidable mountain of self-employment paperwork in order to prepare taxes. And in the same period of time, a close friend died, our eldest cat is quite ill, and we have had to make some necessary household repairs, not the least of which is a great, positive thing: our back porch is now repaired and firmly screened in with heavy-duty screen wire, to keep cats in and raccoons out.
So please bear with me while I hitch myself up and try to catch you all up on more stories from Stitches West and the other goings-on down here in my neck of the woods. More later ...




