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Oregon, flocked and fibered!

Here is some of what I love about the Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival!

As you can see, a good time was had by all. It was so great to see everyone and to play!

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Knitters

these three lovelies watched us set up Saturday morning

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and then we got to watched them until opening time

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knitterly friends

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knitterly friends wearing their knits, lovely eh?

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I met these two wonderful wooly-ware selling women 7 years ago. It was both of our first OFFF and our booths have been side by side ever since. A blast!!

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and Sheila the glass goddess!

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this man made my raveny heart sing

John Beard and his Oregon Swift Robe based on the Ravenstail Robe of the Tlingit

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Notorious Sock Knitters and there neww zombie monkey friend.

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those wild pdx bloggers!

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Then there were some that just, well, you can see, Magical

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Some of us made new friends.

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Meet Henry, the new barn boy! He is the sweetest furry thing.

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aawwww!

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wool,lots and lots of wool…

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The End!

Sock Summit 2009

Sock Summit 2009 Logo

Sock Summit 2009! It all started a couple of years ago when I was visiting Cat (Bordhi) for a little creative R&R. We were brainstorming (or what I like to think of as tilting the world on its little sock knitting axis), playing with her sock patterns and my colors, chatting about the upcoming sock camp, and naming chicken colorways. Having way too much fun and cracking ourselves up in the process. Certainly a creative storm was brewing with ideas flying every which way.

At some point in our musings about camp, Cat paused and got a gleam in her eye. I later realized that this little light was a tip-off that trouble was coming my way. She then suggested that it be great to do kind of a bigger version of sock camp, wouldn’t it? I have to be honest and say this gave me a full body spasm of fear that has yet to fully release itself.

We then went on to dream about what we would like this to embody. A celebration of everything sock knitting, including all the designers, teachers, dyers, bloggers, knitters . . . our visionaries and icons that make us the wonderfully eclectic culture we are. I then ran this by Stephanie and she agreed it was wickedly brilliant . . . and more brain storming and embodying ensued.

Life intervened and moved on the way it does. We had sock camp, I that little Blue Moon thing I do, Steph a book or two and a tour, and Cat her book and teaching schedule. We also all have families that rely on us. But the seed of an idea had been planted and every once in a while it would set off a spark in one of our directions.

For me, it was a bit more than a spark now and then. When my initial terror-inspired spasm had subsided a little, this whole Sock Summit thing possessed me. Truly, I could not let go of the vision. After Camp Crows Feet, with a second sock camp under our wings, I knew we could pull it off.

I am over the moon excited about this and think that we are not only celebrating the history and culture of sock knitting but we are also making it.

As with the socks we knit, we have our basic design and have cast on. As every stitch is important in the construction of a sock for support and durability and beauty, the same is true when planning and implementing an event like this. Besides Cat, Steph and I, we have as our perfectly gauged team Leslie Cumming, Debi Stone, and Claire Scott, also on board are Rachel H, Team Blue Moon and the Sockateers, Hops Studios, and the dynamic grapic designer duo of Tim Bergman and Cassie Caldwell. 

Please sign up on the website http://www.socksummit.com if you are interested in receiving info and you will be hearing from us soon. The website will grow as the Summit does and we recommend you check it regularly. (Spam filters sometimes are not our friends.)

I would like to say here that although Blue Moon is a large sponsor and I am indeed at the organizational helm, this does not make the sock summit a Blue Moon event. Many sponsors will help manifest this Summit. As a color-obsessed dyer, it is my dream that this marketplace be filled to the brim with us– wall-to-wall hand painters and dyers. Can you see it? It will be absolutely magnificent!

Until the Contact/Question part of the site is rolling, you can ask your questions here and we will do our best to answer them promptly.

Holiday Monkeys

I just wanted to give you a heads up on the monkey kits. In a week we will be taking down the monkey kit colors that are there now and be putting up holiday ones including halloween.

We will be also running a contest and hosting a “Monkey Bizness Day” day here in Portland very soon.

Just a reminder about the Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival on the last weekend in September.

We will be there with maybe a wee bit of yarn.

This is my favorite local fiber festival. It has great energy and is just fun.

Swing by and flash us your socks!!

Knitting life

The walls are closing in, the air is thick and heavy and hard to breathe.

My shoulders are bowed under weights real and perceived.

Soon any movement will feel like a burden.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice a ball of yarn and needles on the sofa.

My attention is drawn so I walk over, sit down, and take them in my hands.

The yarn is a comfort, soft to touch. I bury my face in it and smell its sheepiness.

Slowly, intentionally, I make a loop and slide it onto the needle.

One loop, a small opening.

Another easily follows and then, with no effort or time, another and then another.

Soft ridges all lined up in a row, contentedly sitting there together.

I take the other needle and put it through the front of the first loop, wrap yarn around the back, and coax it through to the other side as the first one gracefully makes its way off the needle and into a stitch.

Such a simple thing, a very small cozy space framed in color and texture.

A stitch, one single stitch.

Followed by another and then another gracefully flowing off one needle and onto the other. 

Simple and fluid, this movement of yarn and needle.

The air seems lighter. I try filling my lungs. Deep breath in and out, another and another.

Space within which to move.

I then wrap the yarn twice around the needle and work all the way down the row, turn around, and now each stitch made drops off into an even bigger space.

Shoulders lighten and the walls recede.

Air in, needle through loop, yarn around back of needle, through loop, and then a space, a stitch, again and again. 

Such a comfort this repetitive making of stitches with wool. Creating space, marking time as each one builds onto the next.

Breathe

Knit.

Breathe.

Knit.

Monday, Monday…

too soon for me! Not enough weekend and certainly, not enough play.

I usually do not have a hard time with Mondays and that whole beginning of the work week thing.

When you own the business and operate it mostly from home, work happens in all kinds of time.

Not a traditional set up so not a traditional work-time frame. 

Because of massive deadlines that my over active imagination gets me into and my over zealous optimism that believes I can accomplish quite a lot in any given day.

Well… there is never enough time.

So I am sitting here trying to find the positive about today being Monday.

What is good about Monday?

hmmmm….

I know one thing.

In 5 minutes Debra will show up and following her Becky and then Joann and Paula and Anneli and last and by no means least Rosebud.

I have not seen these wonderful women in two days and miss them.

They are part of my family and on Monday morning before we dive headfirst into things we catch up on the what we did and how we all are.

It is quite lovely!

Oh,oh, this reminds me this past Saturday, the 6th of September, marks three years that Debra has been here.

I am so thankful that Debra waltzed her sweet self into my life. She is one of those grounded earthy people that is not afraid to work and will be there.

She is fun and loving and I know that I can depend on her.

Well look at this a great reason to be happy about today–Monday.

Ok, I am going out to the barn to say good morning and visit.

Have a great Monday!

Baby Yours errata

Oops !!

There is a typo in the Baby Yours pattern.

It is on page 6 in the sleeves section—the second paragraph, first sentence.

This is what it says: work cable pattern over remaining sts for 4 rows.

This is what it should say: work check pattern over remaining sts for 4 rows.

So just trade the word check for the word cable.

As we can all see from the photos, there is no cable pattern on the sleeves.

Sorry!