Monday, November 30, 2009

I'm too stunned to write a real post

I had plans to throw together a half-way decent post tonight, honestly. After all, today is the last day of NaBloPoMo 2009, and I've made it to the end.

But I'm afraid I have been stunned by the television for the past 50 minutes or so, and have only just managed to snap out of my stupor in time.

Have you seen the program Hoarders? It is truly, truly, shocking. And horribly sad. Watch at your own risk.

On a prettier note, the Noro scarf is coming along, although I have it on hold for a bit now.

noroscarf_nov28

Right now I'm working on a MalTravelers scarf section for schellsie. And I have to start and finish the secret prezzie for my Festivus swap partner. And Christmas prezzies, and...

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Piggy's got an FO!

...and it's not made with Silk Garden Chunky. Today I took a break from the scratchy grip of the Noro and returned to the tender caress of my one and only true love. Malabrigo.

And not just any Malabrigo, but Malabrigo I had neglected for almost a year. We spent the better part of the day together, and now I have a finished object.

fingerless mitts

Fingerless mitts, as modelled by Piggy's mum. (Sorry for yet another craptastic photo. It's dark outside, and we were under fluorescent lights.)

These very simple things took just 11 months to complete; I cast on and completed the right-hand one in the last week of December 2008. I cast on the left-hand one last week, knit about 20 rounds or so, then cast it aside for the Noro scarf.

But I just couldn't face the scarf this morning, so back to the Mmmmmmal it was. And now that they're finally finished, I'm quite happy with the mitts.

Project Details:

Pattern: Moms Cabled Mitt's (sic), by Jessica Jensen
Yarn: Malabrigo Worsted, in Oceanus
Needles: 3.75 mm/US 5 dpns
Modifications: None
Notes: Looks like my gauge has changed over the course of the year: the left-hand mitt is a smidge more snug than the right one knit last year. Also, I've become a bit tidier when picking up stitches; on the first go-round, there are a couple of gaps around the thumb, this time, I picked up a couple of extra ones.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Vindication!

I am embarrassed to report that last night, at least one witness observed Piggy engaging in a rather alarming dance of victory, complete with sing-song. Mercifully, this was not captured by any form of photography.

However, the source of Piggy's pleasure was captured:

Grrrrr...

Piggy had been worried she might have to retract at least one of her complaints about Noro.

She claims she is still winning.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Things I've learned about myself today - Noro edition

1. I am perhaps even less open-minded about mixing colours in a higgledy-piggledy fashion than I believed myself to be before I started knitting with Noro.

2. Actually, that's not exactly true; it's not the randomness that bothers me. It's when the randomness stops...randomly. Such as when two different colourways feature remarkably similar shades of green at the same place in the skeins.

This is a problem

Making the bands of contrasting colours come to an abrupt halt in a band of solid muted green.

Noro Scarf, Nov. 27

3. When it comes to knitting with yarn that bites back, I am way too lazy to do anything about it. I know there are solutions to this problem, but I just want to push on through.

4. It really frosts my cookies that I'm likely to finish this bloody Noro scarf faster than anything else I've ever knit.

5. I need more gin.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The Continuing Story of the Attempted Noro Whoro-fication of Piggy, Part the Second

When last we saw our heroine, she had, after many years of struggle, finally succumbed to the dastardly forces of the Noro Whoros, led by the evil b_____ of the village of W______, and cast on for the Noro Slip Stitch Stripe Scarf.

In the intervening days, Poor Piggy, her virtue thus soiled, has continued her miserable journey into yarny degradation of the worst kind.

Oh, the horror our fallen heroine has felt by the prick of rapier-sharp thorns of Hell, euphemistically described as "vegetable matter" by those evil purveyors of Noro smut.

ouchy

I cannot begin to describe, Dear Reader, the agony of it all. It is simply beyond the realm of decency.

And yet -- gird yourself -- Piggy, now enslaved, knits on. Nay, verily: she has cast on twice more, with two additional sets of needles, in order to get the thing right. And has actually produced fabric:

"I can't believe I'm knitting with Noro" Scarf

Can Piggy be saved? Time shall tell.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

How do Canadians know when Christmas *really is* coming?

Their coffee comes in one of these, that's how.

TimsXmasCup

Time to get knitting!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Piggy falls down at the LYS

Not literally, of course. I'm hardly a graceful, delicate thing, but I do usually manage to stay upright at the yarn store. Makes it easier to reach all the goodies.

But the diet went by the wayside -- yet again -- on Sunday during the regular trek up to Three Bags Full.

As usual, I went in with the best intentions. I was going to buy just one skein of something I can't describe just yet, because it's for my not-yet-started prezzie for the Wranglers' Festivus Miracle Swap. Which is taking place on December 5th. And yes, it is November 24th today. Ummm, yeah; I don't want to talk about it.

Anyhoo, my secret spoilee might possibly visit ye olde blogge, so you'll just have to wait a bit longer. All will be revealed after the night of drunken debauchery swap dinner.

Ok, just one hint: my spoilee isn't getting something knit from Noro.

But of course I didn't stop at that single skein. Instead, after rashly -- and irrationally -- deciding I should be able to have a treat of yarny goodness too, taking my recent windfall into careful consideration, I made my way to the sock yarn corner.

There's lots of good stuff there: Socks That Rock, Koigu, Malabrigo, Dream in Color Smooshy...but I didn't make it past the first section, which holds all the lovelies from local star SweetGeorgia Yarns.

Where this lonely little number beseeched me to take it home.

Tough Love Sock in Honey Fig

This is a skein of Tough Love Sock, in the Honey Fig colourway (which doesn't appear to be available on the site; but SweetGeorgia does custom dyeing, and ships, so you, too can have your very own skein).

I am, as they say, smitten. Big-time. I can't stop taking its picture.

Tough Love Sock in Honey Fig

Seriously, I might have to give it a pet name. Any ideas?

Monday, November 23, 2009

Piggy vs. Noro

As promised, today's post is all about Noro. As regular visitors might know, Piggy isn't a huge fan.

Ok, that's a bit of an understatement. I've always hated the stuff. And I haven't exactly been shy about bashing (in good fun, of course) those who collect it like I collect UFOs (a.k.a. the Noro Whoros).

Oh, the colours are beautiful. Gorgeous, even. I've always conceded that. But call me crazy, I don't like yarn that bites me back.

Seriously. All the Noro I've seen other people knit has come with rather more sharp vegetable matter than it should. I mean, if I'm paying $5 for a skein of Briggs & Little, I'm down with needing to pick out a bit of foliage. But $12? Not so much.

Then there's the problem of the knots. My mother once found six -- SIX -- knots in a single skein of Silk Garden. So. Not. Cool.

And don't get me started on the itchiness factor. Just thinking about it makes me want to roll around in all my Malabrigo.

Yet, with much reluctance, I am forced to admit I probably should actually knit with some Noro before I can legitimately go around trashing the stuff to anyone who'll listen.

So, yesterday, I accepted a very kind gift (after all, to some people, this stuff is precious) from the Queen of all the Noro Whoros herself. Four skeins of Silk Garden Chunky, and a printout of the Noro Slip Stitch Stripe Scarf ('cause beentsy, despite being the Noro Whoro, ain't no idiot: she knows I'm not about to contract the K1P1 virus again).

cast-on

And I cast on. And haven't touched it since. I'll get to it, I promise, but the Mmmmmalabrigo is calling...

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Fun in the Rain

Sun is nicer, of course -- most of the time, anyway -- but today I had an enjoyable morning tramping about in the rain with Ebony.

I decided we would head to an old dog-walking haunt of mine, a path beside Mosquito Creek in North Van. It's a popular spot: the trail is a designated off-leash area, and is off-limits to mountain bikers riding downhill, eliminating one danger factor for the roaming dogs.

And it boasts a couple of signs that indicate the presence of some bureaucrats with a good sense of humour at the District of North Vancouver.

number_two_sign

This one is above two garbage cans and a box of bio-degradable poop bags.

quiet please

And this one is positioned by one of the "swimming holes" in the creek. I suspect our family dog Tessa might be to blame for this one: she used to insist on taking a good 10-15 minutes to swim in it, both on the way up the trail and on the return leg. Which was fine in itself, but she would spend the whole time in the water barking at me to join her. And when I finally turned my back on her and continued on my way, she'd bark even louder for a minute or two before admitting defeat, to emerge from the icy water, chase me down, and shake what felt like 20 gallons of said water all over me. She was a character, that dog.

Anyhoo. Ebby is far more willing to please. She asks before heading down into the creek.

can I go in the water


in the water

She doesn't stand still long enough for me to get a flash-free sharp shot of her, unfortunately. But she doesn't splash me when she gets out of the water, so I can't complain too much.

Ebby's also good about entertaining herself on a walk. She's good at finding sticks, for example.

abigstick

Sometimes rather large sticks, in fact.

happydogwithstick2

And she doesn't require me to throw them for her. She just takes off with them. Too quickly for me to get in front of her and take a good photo of how pleased with herself she looks.

And, of course, she's excellent at being just plain cute.

ebony_walk_nov22-09

When we got home, Ebby had a nice, long nap while I went to the Terminal City Yarn Wranglers' meet-up. Where I did indeed cast on with some Noro.

More on that tomorrow.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Three somewhat unusual things happened to me today...

...and since I have a) only 15 minutes or so left to come up with today's post, and b) imbibed one (ok, three) too many drinks this evening, I will be providing you with only the bare essentials. So, without further ado, today I:

  1. found money on the ground. Real money, too: a $20 bill;
  2. brought an almost one-year-old WIP out of hibernation; and (most shocking of 'em all -- hence I saved it for last)
  3. agreed to knit with -- wait for it -- Noro at tomorrow's Terminal City Yarn Wranglers meet-up.
That is all.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Weather Patterns

Yesterday I tweeted that my next knitting project should be an ark. I was joking, of course -- I mean, we all know I'd never get around to completing something so large and complicated.

Ha ha ha.

But honestly, the weather here has been atrocious lately. Vancouverites are generally a fairly easy-going lot when it comes to the rain; we joke that we live on the Wet Coast, and we rust rather than tan. But this past week or so has been truly awful: fierce winds, torrential downpours all day long, punctuated by bouts of hail, power outages...the full meal deal.

So I've been holed up inside all day today, looking for my next knit (I know, I should be restarting my wee lace project, but I've managed to misplace the required needles. Convenient, yes, but also true!). And I managed to find a few weather-inspired patterns to consider.

Here are some of my favourites:
Or how about the latest pattern from Mary-Heather Cogar, a.k.a. raindaygoods on Ravelry. Her Simple Things shawlette is super-cute, and looks simple enough for even Piggy to produce while being distracted by the storms outside.

Which is just as well, since the forecast is for rain, rain and more rain.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

FO: Cupcake Hat

Oh, yeah, baby! It's true. Piggy's got an honest-to-goodness finished object. Completed -- and delivered -- on schedule.

FinishedCupcake

Photos were taken with the recipient wearing the hat; I'll see if I can get permission to blog one soon.

Project details:

Pattern: Cupcake Hat by Becky Verveka (non-Ravelers: go here)
Yarn: Bernat Satin Solids, pink, brown, red (labels long gone)
Needles: 4.5 mm/US 7 Addi Turbo 40 cm/16"
Modifications: Instead of the red pom-pom called for in the pattern, I used the cherry from Labpuglecchi's Cupcake Hat pattern (non-Ravelers: go here).
Notes: The pattern describes the size as 1-4 yrs, but I'd increase the number of stitches for 2 yrs and up; my recipient is 12 months today, and I suspect it won't fit for long. (Or maybe she just has a big head?)

Yesterday in the comments (erm, comment), Julia asked about how the icing edges were made. These nubs/bobbles were made on the second round of the icing colour, by casting on four stitches then binding them off. The nubs were placed at every other stitch (so, there are 40 nubs and 40 plain knit stitches in this second round).

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Just keep knitting, just keep knitting...

Piggy's on a roll, of sorts. No, I haven't started my wee lace project again. I'll get back to it, eventually. But first, I need to get a birthday present knit up for one of my favourite people.

cupcake_hat

Hopefully by tomorrow I'll have a sweet hat for my friends' ridiculously sweet daughter, who will be celebrating her first birthday tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Brace yourselves...

...no, seriously: make sure you're sitting down comfortably. Because I have actual knitting content for you today.

My MalTravelers scarf (RS)

It's modest, to be sure, but it is honest-to-goodness knitted fabric, produced by none other than Piggy. And given my rather atrocious luck lately, this wee bit of Waving Rib stitch might as well be a Piggy-sized (i.e. large) cabled sweater.

Let's stretch out the joy a bit longer. Here's the wrong (although quite nice, really) side:

My MalTravelers scarf (WS)

Honestly, the pictures don't do it justice. The yarn, anyway. It's Malabrigo Worsted in Christmas Green. Soft and scrumptious.

These six inches of knitting are now on their way to Minneapolis, where the lovely Duncks will be adding another six inches -- in a colourway and stitch pattern of her choosing (well, within a few guidelines I provided). Then she'll send it on to another Malabrigo Junkie, who'll pass it on to another...and so it will continue until there are 12 different sections, when it will be returned to me -- a one-of-a-kind Malabrigo Travelers scarf.

I can't wait to see what it'll look like when it's done.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Piggy haz teh cute

My knitting might not be growing, but something else is...

Last year, I introduced you to my friends' new puppy Ebony:





Ebony

Well, Ebby is quite a bit bigger now, and more beautiful than cute, although just as sweet.

ebby nov 16 09

Right now Ebby is keeping my feet warm. Not as warm as her owners will be by now. They flew to Mexico this evening for a week in the sun. I'm jealous, of course -- Vancouver is expecting rain of Biblical proportions this week -- but Ebby and I'll have a nice week.

Besides, 30C is a bit too warm for knitting scarves and cowls with alpaca and merino.

(I'm not giving up yet.)

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Remind me why I do this again?

I've clearly lost what little knitting mojo I ever had. Honestly, I can't seem to manage to get anything right this week. And I do mean anything. I can't blame it on my hate-hate relationship with lace, either; tonight, after frogging my wee lace project yet again, I cast on for something even simpler: my Malabrigo travelling scarf (11 other Malabrigo Junkies will each add a section before the completed scarf comes back to me.)

And I frogged that three times.

Sometimes knitting just makes me feel like banging my head against the wall.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

At least I found the silver lining

Turns out, I think my wee lace project was going to be a little too big anyway. So tonight I cast on yet again, but with 18 fewer stitches than the pattern calls for.

And that's all we have time for tonight. I promise an earlier -- and at least slightly more informative -- post tomorrow.

Friday, November 13, 2009

It's a good thing I'm not superstitious...

...because if I were, I might think that it was fate that made me drop the beautiful Gordon Hutchens piece that I -- as an unemployed and broke person -- shouldn't have bought myself at Circle Craft tonight, on the floor. And then, while waiting for the SeaBus home, drop a gazillion stitches on my simple little lace project, and then catch the yarn on my zipper and wrench what was left on the needles off into a pathetic mess.

When is the next Friday the thirteenth, anyway? Remind me to stay in bed, will you?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Ten things I learned today

1. I am officially addicted to coffee. No morning coffee = a whole lot of misery chez Piggy. (Or anywhere Piggy is, really.)

2. No matter how simple the pattern, I'll need to cast on at least three times before it "sticks". Seriously -- any pattern.

3. If said pattern includes any number of yarn-overs, an extra cast-on or two is pretty much guaranteed.

4. My sister lives within 20 minutes of a Cadbury's chocolate factory store (real Cadbury's -- in England!). This is particularly significant because I learned this not from her, but from a thread on LSG. Clearly, my sister doesn't love me as much as she should.

5. And neither does my mother, who spent two weeks visiting my sister in September, and came back with No. Cadbury's. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

6. Some people just refuse to admit they are wrong, no matter how much experience/expertise/evidence/proof you offer them.

7. I need to learn how to deal with my reaction to #6.

8. Either you eat cheese, or you don't eat cheese. There is no such thing as tasty non-dairy "cheeze". As of tonight's dinner, this is official.

9. The Victorians wasted whisky (or maybe whiskey?) on their laundry.

10. I really need to remember to blog earlier in the day, particularly during NaBloPoMo.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Remembrance Day

This morning I attended the Remembrance Day ceremony in North Vancouver. Unlike last year, the weather gods co-operated, allowing everyone to stay dry.

Unfortunately, I arrived on the scene a bit late to get a good view. my rather unfavourable position among the spectators made for less-than-great photos.

paradegroup

I spent most of the ceremony looking at the necks of four or five rows of people in front of me, and wasn't fast or pushy enough to get a prime parade-viewing spot.

All in all, a comforting thing. People are remembering.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Fibre, fibre everywhere...

...and not a skein to knit.

Well, not really. It just feels that way. Tonight I dumped the bulk of my stash (I left the dishcloth cotton and the other less roll-around-in-it-while-making-purring-noises-worthy stuff in the back recesses of the closet where they hide) onto the floor.

stash 11-10-09

There's plenty of nice stuff there; certainly several possibilities for the wee lace project I need to start.

So why, then, am I nowhere closer to casting on?

Monday, November 9, 2009

Fasten your seatbelts, piggies...

...it's going to be a bumpy few weeks.

Oh yes, indeed. Because, you see, I am about to embark on a journey that will almost certainly prove dangerous, both for myself and for any poor schmuck who has the distinct misfortune to get in my way.

For, flying in the face of rather excruciating past experience, and against my innate sense of pessimism, Piggy is planning to cast on for a lace project.

And it's NaBloPoMo, piggies.

But don't panic. I haven't decided on the yarn yet. That should give you a couple days' reprieve.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Finally, an FO!

It's been a while, eh? And this is a rather strange-looking one.

Both Sides

I told you so. But that's not the way you'd normally see this FO. Nope. Normally, it looks like this:

3-4 year

Or this:

3-4 year brim

Unless, of course, you see it like this:

1-2 year

Or maybe this:

1-2 year brim

One hat, four ways to wear it. Unless you are Piggy. I can't wear it at all, because it doesn't fit. Ooops.

I knit this -- in Ravenclaw colours -- for my Arithmancy class in the Harry Potter Knitting/Crochet House Cup. October's Arithmancy class. Ooops.

The pattern calls for fingering-weight yarn. I had a bunch of Elann Superwash Chunky (really more of a worsted) left from my Ravenclaw House Scarf, so figured casting on for the child size, using bigger needles, would yield a Piggy-sized hat.

And it would have. Unfortunately, I misread the pattern and cast on for the infant size.

C'est la guerre.

Project Details:

Pattern: Reversible Cap, by Debbi Young for Elann
Yarn: elann.com Superwash Chunky in Moonlight Blue and Nutmeg; about 1 skein of each
Needles: 4mm/US 6 Addi Turbo 40cm/16 in circular
Modifications: Bigger yarn, bigger needles, big mistake in number of stitches cast on.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

In under the wire...

Just a quickie tonight -- there's only a few minutes before the deadline for today's NaBloPoMo post.

So for now, all I've got for you is this: Bride & Prejudice is a film so awful it's excellent. Especially when enjoyed with friends -- new and old, yarny and Muggle -- and a delicious meal. Oh, and some knitting, of course. More on that tomorrow.

Friday, November 6, 2009

A Friday Free-For-All

I have no plan. So I'm going with a bulleted list. In doing so I'm unabashedly ripping off Sheepish Annie's Wednesday Night Bullet Posts. The difference, besides the chosen day, is that Sheepie's excellent missives feature deceptively well-structured story arcs. Piggy's Friday Free-For-All, well, doesn't.

  • If Piggy ruled the world, there would be no Christmas advertising or public decoration permitted until after Remembrance Day. At the earliest. Personally, I'd prefer December 1. Or maybe anytime after 8 p.m. on November 30, so you could be ready to go first thing December 1.

  • I mean, I love Christmas (despite being a non-believer -- I know, I know, but let's face it: the Christians co-opted Saturnalia, and besides, Jesus wasn't even born in December), including all the schmaltz. Heck, especially the schmaltz. But when you start in October, it's kind of hard for the holiday itself to feel special.

  • My strong feelings on this issue did not prevent me from ordering -- and thoroughly enjoying, thank you very much -- my first Gingerbread Steamed Soy Milk at my knitting meet-up last night. Piggy is a hypocrite.

  • I am still wearing capri pants and no socks. It's cold, rainy and dark at 4:30 p.m. these days, but I refuse to accept it is no longer summer.

  • Yesterday my yarny nellum's mum & boyfriend stopped by knit night to deliver me homemade perogies. Nell's in the hospital after having hip surgery, and I brought a bunch of Bollywood DVDs in exchange ('cause there's nothing like watching a Bollywood movie while on morphine).

  • I'm pretty sure there were enough for at least two servings, but I ate them all in one go last night when I got home. Nom, nom, nom.

  • I really hope I have something better for you tomorrow.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

My favourite sweater

Don't get too excited. I haven't hidden several sweater FOs from you. Indeed, I have yet to complete a single sweater. No, my favourite sweater has not come from my needles. Nor those of a loved one. It was almost certainly machine-knit.

With good stuff, mind. My favourite sweater has a good pedigree.

My Favourite Sweater's label

According to those in the know, such as this Savile Row tailor, W. Bill Ltd. (in business since 1846) is "best known in our business as THE tweed and cashmere specialists" (emphasis his).

That said, it's a garment of modest style. It's a very basic turtleneck jumper, with simple ribbing at the neck, cuffs and hem.

My Favourite Sweater

Unfortunately, my poor camera skills and the atrocious light this very damp, windy day has offered up don't show the sweater to its best advantage.

You'll have to take my word that it's a lovely olive green. It is a bit itchy, I must admit, but one the rare occasions I've worn it (for it provides incredible warmth, much more than Vancouver's climate requires on all but the most unusually frosty days) I've worn a slim cotton turtleneck underneath.

It does, however, display a bit of wear, despite its rare trips out of my dresser; it could use a good de-pilling. But that's to be expected in a garment of it's vintage.

For this is a sweater of some maturity. It is older than I, by a good few years. It was given to me -- well, lent to me, really -- by my father one unusually cold Vancouver winter day many years ago. I don't remember when, exactly. But I've had it for at least 15 years now.

I believe the sweater had been given to him by my maternal grandmother. Or perhaps he bought it for himself when my parents visited England the year after they married. At any rate, on that cold Vancouver day he was a little bigger than when he first wore it (and goodness knows, I was a lot smaller than I am now; it's a very tight squeeze at the moment), so Dad didn't object when I failed to return it.

So it wasn't a gift, per se, but nevertheless I loved it like it was. And I love it even more today, on the second anniversary of my father's death.

I miss him.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Spot the difference (black bean dyeing, part 2)

Can you see it? And no, I'm not talking about a difference between yesterday's yarn and today's.


See it now? No? Ok, how 'bout here?


It's subtle, but it's there. The two dyed skeins (shown here with their undyed sibling) were mordanted together, and dyed together for 75 hours, give or take an hour.

The difference? The one on top (first picture) and bottom (second picture) went back into the dye bath for another eight hours -- after I added a whack (Piggy is not a born dyer, I'm far too loosey-goosey with measurements) of white vinegar to the pot to alter the dye's pH level.

The results were not as dramatic as I'd hoped. So in a last-ditch effort, I threw in some vinegar into a sinkful of water as an after-bath. No change.

What I'd wanted was two distinct shades I could use in colourwork. What I've got now are two skeins so similar to make colourwork pointless, but just different enough to make knitting a single-colour project with both inadvisable. Unless, perhaps, something knit with a strand of each held together.

Here are all four dyed skeins, back together again:

Final Results

Overall, I'm pleased with the results on the non-superwash wool. But I do prefer the greater absorption of dye on the superwash Kroy Socks.

I'll definitely try dyeing with black beans again. But not for a while: I have a freezer full of black bean soup to get through first!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Black bean dyeing: the results! (Part 1)

As promised, I've got pics of two of the four skeins from the black bean dye pot. First, though, some background.

I learned about dyeing with the black bean soaking liquid on the Plants to Dye For group on Ravelry. Lots of pretty pictures of blue yarn.

Yep, blue. Now, I'm hardly an expert on natural dyeing, but even I knew that this was a big deal. Blue from something other than indigo or woad is something worth trying. And even better: I could get a few meals out of it.

Remember what I said about overkill? Remember that ginormous bowl of beans in one of yesterday's pics? Well, impatient Piggy I am, I went a little crazy with the beans.

I started with two pounds. Covered them with water, and put them in the fridge for two nights. But the resulting liquid didn't seem dark enough to my completely untrained eye. So I went out and bought another two-and-a-half pounds of beans, added them to the pot, and allowed them to soak for another two nights).

This resulted in a beautifully purple, opaque liquid. And one heckuva lot of beans. But that's another story.

So, I skimmed off the liquid into another pot, and threw in four skeins of yarn: two of Patons Kroy Socks (Muslin colourway), and two of the wool from the sale. I pre-mordanted them with alum (10% W.O.F.) and cream of tartar (5% W.O.F.). The Kroy was done earlier, in a pot that was rinsed, rather than washed, after a turmeric dyeing session, and had taken on an lemony-yellow shade over much of the yarn.

And then they steeped, at room temperature, for hours. And hours. And hours.

Here's the pot at 51 hours. (See those bubbles? I'm pretty sure I was starting to make black bean wine at that point. But I digress.):

51 hours

Can you guess which is which? The Kroy Socks is the much darker one. Pourquoi? Because it's superwash, that's why.

So I took the Kroy out at this point, and left the non-superwash in.

I rinsed the two skeins under the tap. Then a quick dip in some Eucalan. No real dye run. The resulting yarn was a strong blue-grey. I'm pretty sure it would have been more blue had it not taken on the yellow during mordanting.

I decided to try putting one of the skeins in a ammonia afterbath (an almost-full sink, with four capfuls of ammonia added) for a few minutes, to see if I could get a nice green. Three minutes later, I had something I liked.

Here's a closeup of the two skeins on the drying rack outside in the sunshine:

Black Bean Kroy x 2

On the left is the skein treated with ammonia; on the right is the untreated one. The photo is a bit deceptive; the yarn looks lighter than it was. Blame it on the bright sun and Piggy's less-than-stellar photography skills.

The one on the right didn't stay on the rack for long; I decided pretty quickly I preferred the greener shade, so I brought it back to the kitchen and tried to replicate the ammonia bath accurately. Amazingly, I managed it.

After drying, hours of frustrating untangling and skeining sans niddy noddy (I really need to get one of those!), it turned out like this:

Black Bean Kroy

Pretty much, anyway. It's a bit darker than the picture -- on my monitor, anyway.

How 'bout a close up?
Black Bean Kroy

I'm quite pleased. The unevenness of the yellow from the mordanting pot gives the finished product some subtle variegation between blue and green. I think it's quite pretty.

I might even have a plan for this. I'm not going to tell you, though, because I'm afraid of commitment like that.

Part 2 tomorrow! (It will be shorter, I promise!)

Monday, November 2, 2009

Beans: more than just a musical fruit

Black turtle beans, anyway. They make good eating, and beautiful yarn, too.

Yes, I said yarn.

Those two hanks of newly dyed yarn I was talking about yesterday? Dyed with black bean juice. I was planning to show them to you today, but unfortunately by the time I finished untangling the second one, it was dark outside. Not conducive to decent photos.

But don't go running away. I've got a few pics to whet your appetite.

13 hours


25 hours


37 hours

Details tomorrow -- including pics of at least two of the four skeins in that dye pot! (Two are still "cooking".)

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Sometimes overkill is a bare minimum

That doesn't make sense, I know. But really, it's quite accurate much of the time chez Piggy.

As an example...

When dyeing yarn, instructions usually suggest one ties the yarn loosely yet securely in two to four places along the hank. This is to discourage tangling in the dye pot.

If you are Piggy, this should be multiplied by a factor of at least two. Failure to do so pretty much guarantees you'll be spending an entire evening de-tangling two hanks of yarn that you'd wanted to show off on your blog for the first post of NaBloPoMo 2009.

(And no, I have no photographs to show you of this; a raging, fuming, tearful Piggy can't hold the camera still. Instead, I'll leave you with a photo of one last new stash acquisition I forgot to include yesterday.)

wollmeise

Erm...that would be Wollmeise. 100% Merino Superwash. Sabrina colourway.

And yes, Piggy has indeed reached stash overkill.