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Fisherman’s Rib 2-piece

Another blast from the past for today.  Actually this photograph is marked “Father’s Day” so should have come before the previous oldie I put up here, as this date puts Tim at only 2-3 months old.  He is held by my husband (wearing a jumper I had knitted for him, too!) and flanked by Craig’s Dad and Grandad, so this is a four generation photo.  Quite cool, no?
Tim is wearing a pale green outfit I had knitted for our new baby whilst I was still pregnant.  It is in fisherman’s rib; thus turning me off this stitch for many years, man, you know how I’m into quick knitting projects…!  Come to think of it, I’ve not knitted another fisherman’s rib project since…
  The outfit was from a Patons baby booklet and comprised pants and a cute little fisherman’s jumper, with a half tab button front and a little collar.  Oh, but it was cute!  The buttons I used on the front were little wooden toggle buttons, hand-carved by my father, and were adorable.  I still have some of the leftover buttons in a little paper bag, marked “Timothy’s buttons”.  I’ve never done another project worthy of them….
I don’t know where this little outfit is now.  I thought I had passed it on to one of my sisters-in-law but it seems to have disappeared.  This makes me a little sad.  But I know I shouldn’t attach too much sentimentality to “things”.  After all, I’ve got the most important, er “things” here with me still, meaning the men in my family.  Right?  Right.

(if you want to see what this cute little bubbsie looks like now, go here)
(On another note; you can just see a glimpse of the collar of the shirt my husband is wearing underneath, which has since been refashioned here)

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Russet socks

So, new sockies.
How warm and cosy they look here in this photo. This wool colour is called Russet, an evocative name, prompting an immediate image association thing in my head involving apples and open fires and toast and autumn leaves and blankets and mulled wine…  I’m sure as autumn and winter roll around I will be grateful for the suggestive connotations of this wonderful word, but today being 37C (99F) my feet complained petulantly about being stuffed into warm woolly socks for their photo shoot and threatened a walk-out strike.  They could only be co-erced into a short modelling session on promise of a good long soak in the pool afterwards.
Ha.  So I’m not feeling hugely eloquent today.  Brain a bit sapped and zapped by this heat.  It’s too early for this sort of heat.  I’m not ready for summer.  Not yet.  I need a bit more spring.  We need more spring.  More fresh breezes and more rain, please.  Especially lots of rain.  Not this stupefying heat and fierce hot winds.  Perfect bushfire weather, of course.
I hung out a few loads of washing this morning, early, and an hour later all was bone dry and crackly warm.  So I brought in the washing again at about 9am.  Folded all and put it away.  The latter normally an afternoon activity.

Details:
Socks; Adaption of the Ladies’ Sockettes from Patons Knitting Book C11, Morris 4ply Merino in Russet (col 411) and Beluga (col 430)

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Half a house

A house in our neighbourhood is being renovated, providing me with a wonderfully devastated landscape to borrow for my backdrop today.  From this door I should be stepping into to the laundry and bathroom… both of these now residing in a huge skip out front.
Paradoxically, given this scene of dust and destruction, I am cleaning my own house today.  Plus it is a waaaaarm day, so dressed for comfort and coolness whilst wielding a vacuum cleaner and mop.  Hopefully I will have a little quality time with my sewing machine later… 
Of the garb, this dress is soooo comfortable and will be great for summer.  I like this pattern, but I’m so happy I followed my instincts and modified it to suit this fabric better.  But now I’m dreaming of making it up again, this time to the pattern, maybe in a floral floaty, or possibly in a sheer gelato chiffon to wear over a petticoat.  Hmmm, since I don’t have either of these fabrics in my stash this would mean a trip to the fabric store, which I have sworn off until I have reduced the volume in my fabric cupboard by at least a few more lengths… sigh.
The shoeless photo is purely a gratuitous shot to show off of my handknit socks, and to show how meticulously I have co-ordinated my whole blue and grey ensemble today; thankyou for noticing.  Actually, come to think of it not so gratuitous, as the boots do not participate when I am doing housework.  Like most people (I think?!) I kick off my footwear at home and swan around either barefoot or in socks.
So, do you wear shoes when at home or, like me, do your feet go nekked?

Details:
Dress; Vogue 1152 with modifications listed here, cotton chambray
Socks; handknit by me
Boots; Francesco Morichetti, from Zomp shoes

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Blue/green stripe man’s jumper with round neck

Thankyou all for your comments yesterday!  It does make me feel so much better that other people feel the same way I do and I’m not the only one!
A trip down memory lane for today; this picture is of my husband holding our then brand new baby son; our eldest.  If you would like to see what this tiny baby looks like nowadays, go here.  Lol!
I knitted the jumper my husband is wearing here quite early in our marriage.  It is out of the Patons Handknits pamphlet number 893.  This is a pattern booklet for Patons Alpaca Classique 8 ply (don’t you love how in the 80’s/90’s using spellings such as “classique” automatically conferred classiness where none before existed? a certain je ne sais quoi, no? a leetle bit Francaise eez good for ze chic factor, oui?
I might have used this yarn, or if not probably the Patons 8 ply, the ordinary Merino sort.  The wool certainly feels soft enough to be Merino and not Alpaca, so I think it probably is…
I can remember that rather than my usual habit of buying the yarn through a wool store, I ordered it through a mail order service, in a joint order with my friend V from work; we did it because of a special offer she had received.  I was so thrilled when my wool actually arrived as I had never ordered anything in this way before and had only ever purchased things from a shop, over the counter, that I could carry away immediately… the latter still my preferred way of buying goods, (shrug) I guess I’m old-fashioned.
The jumper has held up quite well, imo, below is how it looks now, and at bottom, the inside view.  The rib on the sleeves has stretched out a bit, and is the worst area of wear.  He has worn it such a lot, well at least it’s been appreciated, no?  The design is fair isle, three colours overall, front and back of the jumper pretty much identical with the same design, and with two colours in every row, and I didn’t weave the colours in and out at the back but just carried them over the back of the knitting as instructed in the pattern.  This is quite acceptable in fair isle as the yarn is being carried no further than five stitches at any point, but looking at it now I kind of wish I had gone to the effort of weaving the unused yarn in with each stitch, as my conscience was screaming at me to do.
Meh.

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Bobby socks

G’day, and here’s wishing everyone a totally maaaarvellous Wednesday!
Hey, new pair of bobby socks (yay).  These look identical to the previous white cotton socks I put up here, but they are very slightly different.  I appreciate not different to the casual observer, probably not even the astute observer, so I will explain.  The rib section is about 50% longer and there is no stocking stitch spacer before starting to shape the heel.  Yah, teensy variation, I did give warning.  I think I like the other one better, only because I find rib a bit of a drag.  In fact all-round with regard to these socks, my verdict is that knitting with cotton is a drag, full stop.  I prefer wool a hundred times over.  Knitting up cotton is tiring, one’s hand muscles soon ache due to the lack of stretch in the yarn.  Hmmm.  Committed as I am to producing as much of my wardrobe as possible including sockies, knitting these white cotton numbers feels…  dutiful, as opposed to vaguely luxurious, which is how I feel when I’m working through a particularly yummy coloured ball of wool.  Yowzer, do I even have time for this craziness?  Sadly it seems I do…
In summary: quick to produce, bread-and-butter basics, no fun factor.

Details:
Ankle socks; adapted from the Ladies sockettes in Paton’s knitting book C11 (a circa 1960’s publication), knitted in Rowan cotton glace 100% cotton, shade 726

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A whiter shade of pale…

Today being slightly cooler (and on a side note, man has this been a delightfully warm spring…!) I am finally able to wear the scarf that Sam brought me as a gift from his trip to France.  It is a soft-as-clouds woven chenille; ivory, or white, the colour he told me I wear the most and is convinced is my favourite colour.  Hmmm, I’m always fascinated when people tell me what my favourite colour is, since I’m so unaware myself of what it is… he could well be right.  Possibly my favourite colour changes a lot, even daily, depending on my mood.  But there’s no denying white and variations of are a recurring theme for me in my wardrobe…  Even though my skirt is technically green and my top is technically blue, they are really both now just slightly off-white themselves.  A few years of laundering and drying out in the sun has bleached them to a faded shade of nothingness to satisfy even the most die-hard lack-of-colour lover such as myself…  And with a snowy ruffle of petticoat peeping out from my skirt, and pristine new bobby socks, well today I’m just a symphony of paleness, merely lacking a picnic and a hanging rock…
I have mentioned it before on this blog, my personal love for white shirts and how they are not just useful but beautiful.  As if there is an international synchronicity of minds, Barbara has started a white shirt sew-along (button over there in the side-bar), and how could I not but join in?  This is good.  My obsession with white shirts has been legitimised and sanctioned with an official outlet.  I don’t have to invent a reason to make a white shirt. When debating whether yet another white shirt is actually a reasonable addition to the wardrobe, I can now easily self-justify, well, I’m committed to The White Shirt Project.  Yes.  End of story.  Permission granted. Purchase of white, and even lacy, fabric may now proceed, guilt free.
And I can semi-cheat, hehe, having just completed two white shirts quite recently… specimens 1 and 2 below…

Details:
Top; Butterick 4985, blue self-embroidered cotton with lace details
Skirt; Vogue 7880 view B, sage green self-embroidered cotton
Petticoat; Metalicus
Socks; knitted by me, white cotton
Scarf; gift from my son, Paris
Boots; Francesco Morichetti, from Zomp shoes

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Glazed Ginger socks

Finished some new socks!  These are the first out of the sock wool I bought in Melbourne.  This is the own brand produced by the store (now how often do you come across that nowadays, hmmm?) Morris and sons, 100% Australian merino 4-ply.  I ended up buying about eight balls of different autumn-al shades because they were just irresistible, like little warm fluffy balls of autumn.  Just my colours…
These are primarily in Glazed Ginger, or colour 410, but let’s face it naming a colour with a number is sterile and boring and completely un-evocative of anything.  I like a little daydreaming with my wool purchases, thankyou.
The biggest concern when knitting socks is how to evenly halve the wool to go between the two socks.  So these were kind of an experiment to see how much “sock” goes into one ball.  I worried one ball might not be enough for the two socks, so I knitted the heels in a bit of another colour.  This one Beluga, another wonderful name bringing to my mind that Bond movie scene where Valentin gets dunked in his own vat of caviar and comes out blackly oily and dripping in expensive sludge…  hehe… Or, if you prefer, colour 430.  Obviously, the toes got finished off in this colour too.  So these socks will provide a measure for how long to knit the other socks, using this Morris sock wool. 
And for this photo-shoot, Zoe contented herself with watching from the sidelines…

Details:
Socks; adapted from the Ladies’ Sockettes, Patons knitting book C11 (circa 1960-ish), Morris 100% merino in Glazed Ginger and Beluga

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Fair Isle knitted jumper

Today’s photo is good for a bit of a chuckle, no?
The above is a photo taken of my husband and me at our engagement party.  I know, we look like babies… this was over twenty years ago.  On a fashion note; please take note of my husband’s skinny leather tie and the random chaotic nature of the print on my dress, lol… tres chic and fashionable for the late eighties, honest!!
I’m putting it up here because he is wearing a cardigan I had knitted for him at the time.  It is my own design, based on a Kaffe Fasset motif.  We chose the colours together (there are at least twenty different colours and yarns in it) and the cardigan shape and style are also of my design, custom fit to his size and the shape that men were wearing at the time (don’t laugh, the boxy bomber-jacket shape was the very IN thing in menswear, truly!)
If I’m truthful I’ll admit he hasn’t worn it in a while.   In fact I dug it up out of a suitcase in our storage room for the detail photos below…
The design is knitted in Fair Isle style, and there are two colours in each row, although at a casual glance it looks a lot more.  The design was quite clever that way…  The whole cardigan is knitted in one piece, from wrist band to wrist band.  After completing the body, I sewed up the two seams (which are the underarm/side seams) and picked up stitches to knit on the waistband, the front opening bands and finally the neckband.  These are all in rows of striped rib.
I was (and still am) pretty pleased with the neat and tidy appearance of the inside of the jumper, so I’ve taken an inside picture to show you how carefully I wove the two colours of each row together in each and every stitch as I was knitting…

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