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And the Shawl Obsession Continues

I remember the day I swore I would never make a shawl. It was just so grandma and I just did not see myself ever wearing one. I also said the same thing about handspinning…

I have to say I have found myself reluctant to make socks with some of the beautiful sock yarns that I have collected and dyed myself. Shawls are the perfect thing to make with them.

I have more than 12 shawls on the needles. Seriously, 12+. And thanks to the 10 shawls in 2010 challenge on Ravelry, I have over 200 patterns in my queu. Evidently I am much better at starting shawls than I am at finishing them. I think it has to do with blocking procrastination. And shawls need to be blocked. I took one afternoon and finally blocked 5 languishing shawls.

The Auchtung Shawl.
Made with less than one skein of UrbanGypZ South American Fingering weight yarn in Auchtung.
I have had this yarn in the stash forever. There is something to be said for lovely soft lace yarn in a color that will make your eyes bleed. And let me just say I am a new fan of Susanne IC patterns. Shawlettes, in crescent shapes that hug your neck and knit up fast using only one skein of sock yarn. I seriously may be making another one of these.

The Yarn Bliss Shawl
Made with one skein of UrbanGypZ Alpaca Bliss yarn in Grassy
I wish I had a dime for every time I had to convince a customer the you could not make a scarf out of one skein of yarn. Here is where I eat those words. In a failure to heed my own advice, I proceed to make a shawl (HA, okay, shawlette….no, kerchief) out on a skein of Alpaca Bliss. Heh. But blocked with in every inch of its life, this shawlette becomes a somewhat respectible small wrap…..okay with a very good shawl pin…

The Noro Shawl
Made with a gazillion tiny balls of Noro Scraps.
I have never thrown away a scrap of Noro Yarn. I just can’t do it. I love this stuff, always have. I think Eisaku Noro is a color genius and I have learned alot about combining colors by studying his colorways. I took all those tiny balls of yarn along with some other yarns with long color breaks and made this awesome comfort shawl. This shawl is not really the kind you wear out of the house, but is wonderful for cuddling down into it like you would an afghan.

The Banana Clap
Made with 6 skeins of UrbanGypZ Helping a Sister Out Banana Yarn
This shawl is big. I had brought it with me to LEAF this May, shortly after finishing it, but before I blocked it. Bruce actually used it as a blanket to nap under the tree. The banana yarn has a great drape once it is blocked. And I really love the weight of this shawl. I did modify the clapotis pattern to accommodate the gauge of the banana silk yarn.

Well my shawl obsession has found it’s way into my yarn business as well. I have added several new lace weight yarns to the inventory and I am working out awesome, and unique colorways especially for them. All to be premiered at SAFF in October. But look for some sneak peeks at the shop.

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Gluten-free ginger biscotti with my organic vanilla latte.

Cuddles with Sid.

Random colorways in merino seacell fiber. Spins like butter. Yeah, I know. This shameless shop plug. New fiber @ urbangypz.com.

Doing What I Do

To put it mildly, I’ve been stressed. Bruce lost his job. It is really scary right now. My business has been pretty good, and we have money to float us for a while. But it is still scary.

I have this fear of having to go back to graphic design. Don’t get me wrong, I love designing, but the business is brutal. Twenty years of therapy and antidepressants, I really do not care to go back.

Between the shop and the yarn, I really have not had any time off in weeks. I found myself with an afternoon free when my after school knitting class was canceled because of the snow. What to do? Knitting in front of the TV, a movie? Navel gazing?

My shipment of new base yarn arrived at noon. Oh. My. God. I could not relax until I had 3 pots of new yarn simmering. To tell you the truth this is exactly how I want to spend my free afternoon. Dyeing fiber. I love what I do that much.

So pots simmering, knitting in hand, settling down with some DVR and some me time. New yarn to hit the shop soon, if I don’t squirrel the test stuff away for myself.

Rivendells

I kind of foolishly thought that yarn things would slow down once Christmas was done. HAHAHAH….Consignment for a new shop opening in Black Mountain, 3 new knitting classes to prepare lesson plans for, a newsletter I have yet to write, applying for 2010 shows, and making ready a sample cards to send to existing wholesale and consignments. I am actually glad to be busy. Between the yarn and the LYS, I have not had a lot of down time. An down time for me always seems to involve knitting, or spinning. I can’t complain. It is all worth it to be able to do what I love.

So today I am making Rivendell Socks out of UrbanGypZ SeaCell blend yarn, watching movies, while the white beans with sausage simmers and the laundry cranks.

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Bruce has surgery tomorrow to remove a cyst on his knee. Dr. office knitting is the best for knocking the WIPs out.

Peace. Love. Namasté.

I have been on 20 year quest for the perfect handbag. I always thought I was quite the shoe whore, but lately it is all about finding the perfect handbag. My opinion about size changes with the wind. I vacillate between small grab and go and large totes that hold everything, but overall I tend towards the big totes that hold a lot, ideally with a smaller wallet size purse that I can pull out and use if necessary. More often than not, I have hurt myself overloading those big bags. And I have also been know to carry 3 of them at once–pocketbook, work tote and knitting bag. I don’t like spending more than $50 for a handbag, and my best handbag fu happens at TJ Maxx and Rugged Warehouse.

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Oh then Namasté bags became a blip on my radar. I remember the first time I had seen a Namasté bag in my LYS. No way could this awesome bag be made specifically with knitters in mind. So hip, so colorful, soft vegan leather (soft as butter) and tons of knitter specific pockets. The price was not horrendous, but just out of what I consider a good price for a handbag. But let me tell you, I have spent 3 times that price trying to find a worthy substitute. Before I launch into the quest for the perfect handbag saga, Let me tell you my criteria:

Must be under $50: Yeah, I am a cheap bitch. Sue me. And I can actually breech the $50 mark IF I find a truly exceptional bag. Like love at first sight, too painful to part with because it met ALL of my criteria PLUS that one thing I never imagined possible kind of love.

It needs to have some serious organization pockets: Like keep my shit so organized, it practically hands me my keys/cell phone/tampon on command. And the pockets need to work for me. What works for the handbag designer does not always work for me. And let me just say that most designers must wear a bluetooth device. That tiny little pocket inside the purse meant for you phone? Not so good for me because a) half the time it never makes it into said pocket, b) that little pocket is sometimes hard to find when you carry as much crap as I do.

I gotta love the way they look: I can totally make a lime green bag work with my entire wardrobe. I am not afraid of color. I am not afraid of mixing color. I am also not afraid of bad vinyl. Give me unapologetically vinyl anyday (see unapologetically orange vinyl bag below). I am, however, afraid of bad vinyl posing as leather. Metal studs, rings, and buckles? So rock star. Love them all. I even have a secret lust for funky lamé. But as a rule I stay away from large lamé bags for fear of looking too post menapausal. I won’t buy it if I am waffling the tiniest bit. And I know what I like when I see it.

So here are some of the bags that I bought because I would not get the bag I really wanted:

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The red tote of awesomeness. This is my favorite bag. It is seriously red, has excellent pockets, divided center, good leather-like fabric. I bought this bag to sooth my heartbreak over the nonpurchase of the Namasté bag of my dreams. My chiropractor hates this bag.

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The adequate orange tote. I got this bag when I decided I needed something as wonderful as the red tote of awesomeness. Not as good pocket wise with the exception of the roomy side phone/keys pockets. it has this weird tie closure design thing that is in the way. And the leather like is becoming more sticky and naugahyde like with wear.

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The grey noisy bag of mediocrity: I thought this bag was way hipper than it actually is. The metal and cut outs are so rock and roll. But man is it noisy. No good pockets and a dark cavernous interior that sucks my keys into its vast black hole at the most in inconvenient moments. I have been known to completely dump it’s contents onto the pavement looking for my keys, swearing I heard them jingle (or wait was that the noisy metal rings?) I have also decided the color reminded me of Buick interior. It is starting to feel like a bags you might see at Boca Bingo night. Might slip this baby into the good will box.

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The shiny pink bag of cuteness. Oh if only this bag were a bigger version of itself so I could haul the knitting in it. Then again, as I mentioned, i am a little afraid of wearing large amounts of lamé, now that I am over 40. I fear large lamé bag is a slippery slop to MawMaw wear–rhinestones, lamé, AND animal prints. {{{shudder}}} Pink cutie bag is barely big enough to hold wallet, keys and phone. It is my go-to bag when I have hurt myself carrying my larger totes.

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The unapologetically orange vinyl bag. I love the style of this bag. I got it for $7 at Rugged Warehouse and it looks like it was worth every penny. The pockets suck, and the trapazoid shape makes it next to impossible to find my phone or keys. So if you have been calling me and it appears that I have been screening my calls, it is really because I am carrying the orange vinyl bag and need more than 5 rings to find my phone.

So basically I spent $157 to avoid spending the $70 on the Namasté bag that I really wanted. The other week I was working at the LYS when the Namasté bag order came in. It was like Christmas, opening that box and pricing the beautiful bags. I decided right then to stop this handbag madness and get what I really want. Oh which bag to choose?

Then again, I decided to go one step further. Yeah I might get 2 bags…But even better, I placed an order. Not for 2 bags, but for a small line to carry in the shop for the holidays!

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The first box came this week…Oh. My. God. It is hard to decide. I am leaning towards the Hermosa or the Malibu. But I got 5 styles, which will hit the shop on this week(probably Thursday, I’ll post an anounce here when they go live). Take it from me, avoid the quest, get the bag you really want.

Creative Life

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There is a guy at the table next to me here at the downtown coffee shop journaling. I guess I am journaling too, but he is doing it old skool, unplugged, pen to paper. A couple of months ago, I was doing the same thing every morning. Not on the computer (clearly, because that was a period barren of blog posts), but in a crappy note book. Morning Pages–I was doing them as an Artist’s Way exercise. The Artist’s Way by Julie Cameron developed a series of exercises to prevent creative blocks by helping you “live a creative life” and as opposed to forcing the creativity.

Twenty years as an art director I have lived through my share of creative dry spells. The part where she describes forcing creativity akin to slamming yourself against a wall hoping something brilliant will emerge….yeah I have been there. Ad campaigns under pressure 10pm over cold pizza with a copywriter hoping it will be good enough to save you from being voted off the island. I had never had a good idea when I was exhausted. And actually the best ideas came when I was freelance and able to relax, dog under my desk, able to take mental breaks between jobs. Often I was brought into an agency deadline in the 11th hour when the creative staff was fried. Refreshed, clear headed, ready to go and organized.

So I am just coming out of a creative dry spell. Thank god the ideas for colors and projects are overflowing. I have been waking up with ideas in my head, eager to tackle them. I am avoiding a few folks that always seem to sap my energy (oh the joys of twenty-something drama, not sure how I got sucked into that one), surrounding myself with more artist from the Asheville and online communities. And playing. Playing with colors and knitting samples.

The UrbanGypZ website should be going live any day now! I am tickled beyond belief and eager to get it into the marketing mix. Until then I am just pushing the yarn old skool.

The Water Gods Hate Me

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I knew they were coming back. The water works had painted cryptic codes on my street the other week. I am thinking they are about to tear into some concrete. My water bill was suspiciously high this month. It could have a leak in the house, but more than likely the neighborhood is getting stuck with their leaks. I have heard stories. City of Asheville Water Works comes to you street, expect to pay for it regardless. So when the construction dude blocked my driveway with his big truck, I chewed him out. And sweet jezuz, please let there be water when I get home. I have a some dying to do TODAY!! Could they not have waited until next week when we were at the beach? GRRRRRR

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True to form, mother nature has decided to threaten my trip to Folly Beach with a potential hurricane. At this point NOAA is not even calling it a tropical storm. Not even a tropical depression. It is just not organized enough. But if the storm indeed decides to get with the program, I am somewhat confident it will sling into the Gulf of Mexico and threaten my folks trip to Destin, since hurricane magnet seems to be my Dad’s gig.

Leaving in 4days…oh the yarn I will be packing…

Anticipation

You would think I was crazy. August, outside, and a lap full of wool. I want to wear this sweater this fall when the first cold snap hits th mountains. I think it is definitely possible.

Where is my camera?

If I were a good blogger I would have posted an announce of the monthly Stitch and Bitch that I am hosting at Malaprop’s (It was last night, sorry). I would also be posting pix today of last night great time and everyone’s fabulous project, and even the friends that just came by for coffee and bitching.

And if I was a better blogger I would have also remembered the camera to take pictures of Claudia of Claudia Handpaints and the sweater fitting workshop that I went to on Sunday.

Instead all I have to offer is a fabulous picture of Spiderman enjoying the new cat digs on the back porch.

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Claudia’s workshop was great. I was a little overwhelmed by the extreme math and thinking of my knitting in 3-D. But after letting all that sweater fitting info digest for a few days, I feel a little less intimidated and a little more excited to rethink some of those languishing WIPs that have been abandoned because they just don’t fit right

And the Stitch and Bitch? It is every 3rd Monday of the month. Next one: May 18 7pm Malaprop’s Cafe. Maybe I will remember the camera.

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