Knitting Lace & the Hap Class

I took a class at Stash Local in Corvallis with my mother and a friend of ours about a week ago. It was on knitting Scottish haps (shawls) in the Shetland tradition and taught by Gudrun Johnson. Altogether a great class and I love the style of shawl making. We made mini haps so we could learn all the stages as a group and though mine is about eight inches of edging from being done I love it. I’m calling it a cat hap because I intend to make Pirate the Kitten wear it for at least one photo shoot. I’ll post pictures later.

The best thing I got out of the class though, besides lace borders and knitting on the diagonal and a bunch of other wonderful things, was the moment when Gudrun looked at my sticky note placed neatly on the lace grid and suggested getting some clear highlighter tape so I could “read the pattern” as I went. The materials suggestion was a good one but what shifted my entire paradigm was the idea that I wasn’t just row by row, stitch by stitch, following the directions but rather that I would “read the lace” and understand the pattern. It was like my first number theory class after years of rote memorization of math.

So, consider this: don’t just obey the stitch grid, read the pattern of the lace!

Sock Project Explosion!

I’ve turned the heal on Isaiah’s socks and am about an inch or two up the cuff. They will cover his calves.

I went to Black Sheep in Eugene and picked up a lot of sock yarn. I have yarn for socks for Lisa and John as well as myself. I visited my friend Mayling today and the leftover yarn from Isaiah’s socks are the perfect color for her so I’m going to make some little ankle socks for her as well. I don’t yet have yarn for my friend Michael’s socks but live near to Twisted so that shouldn’t be a problem.

There are probably other things to make besides socks but right now making socks feels really good. I think I will stick with it.

Bridges of Portland Quilt and Other Challenges

I just entered the Bridges of Portland Now challenge. So glad the deadline was extended to make it possible.

This is what I wrote about the Steel Bridge:

The Steel Bridge was the first bridge in Portland, but it was rebuilt so it isn’t the oldest. It supports all traffic, trains, cars, pedestrians, bicycles etc but makes no fuss, asks no glory. Among sweeping art nouveau beauties it is a cheerful old Victorian dam wearing black for someone she remembers fondly. It’s my favorite bridge.

Here are the other challenges I am contemplating.