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To Tyler, with (multicolored) love

IMG_8178My nephew, Tyler, is 6, and I love him dearly. He’s bright, witty, spunky, hilarious, and immensely creative. In December 2010, Tyler, my sister, my mom, and myself were in the car driving to the cabin…

Sister- Did we remember cold medicine?

Me- Nope, do we need it?

Tyler- <Giant Burp> There’s some cold medicine for ya!

He loves fishing, hunting, swimming, soccer, school, and reading. He loves his Mom, Papa, Mimi, and Tia (that’s me!). He still wears the shark hat I knit him two years ago. He’s also a born philosopher. When he was just barely 3, he told me-

Tia, I don’t love you very often, but I love you a lot.

IMG_8331-1024x764At Christmas, Tyler insists on picking out gifts from him to the family. This year he gave me a skein of Red Heart with Love Multis. I know exactly why he chose it- it’s bright, cheery, and the colors are absolutely ones I’m drawn to. But knitting with highly variegated yarn is absolutely not my forte, so this little skein presented me with a challenge.

My first attempt was well thought out and planned. Through r/knitting I learned about Planned Pooling – planning out how the colors in your yarn will present themselves as you knit, creating neat patterns in your finished object. First you knit up a swatch of your yarn using whatever size needles you’re planning on using for the finished object. Then you go to PlannedPooling.com (a brilliant little site, really), and plug into the website how many colors are in your skein, and how many stitches are in each color (on average throughout your swatch). I plugged in my numbers and came up with this cool, bright argyle pattern.

20130225-112033Unfortunately, no matter what I did, my colors just wouldn’t align the way they were supposed to. I cast on, knit, and frogged it 5 or 6 times. I kept tweaking things- maybe I need to recount, or try different sized needles, or knit a little looser… Nothing worked. I finally decided that this skein of yarn did not want its pooling planned, and I gave up. For weeks the multicolored skein sat at the bottom of a glass bowl, covered by bags from WEBS full of single-color yarns. Easy yarns. Yarns that didn’t need plans, they could just be knit!

A couple weeks ago, an idea began to germinate while browsing once again through r/knitting. I found Ravelry user dizzymisslibby‘s Josephine Shawl – and it was gorgeous! What a simple idea… use a highly variegated yarn striped with a natural… so simple and such a beautiful result! The natural color breaks up the brightness and highlights the beauty of the colors in the variegated yarn. Okay, so the method was clear, but what to actually knit? I wanted to make something for Tyler out of this yarn, and a triangular shawl wasn’t going to work.

IMG_8334-1024x1024It wasn’t until this past weekend that I found the perfect pattern. I’m not going to tell you what it is until it’s finished. I will say it’s a surprisingly simple pattern, with a really neat construction. It needs to be washable, so acrylic yarn is a perfect choice. And it looks great with multicolored and natural stripes. Oh, and it’s long…. very, very long.

Once it’s finished I’ll upload more pictures and link to the pattern. You’re going to want to make one for yourself! I want to make more!

 

I’m so excited to give this to you, Tyler Boo! I hope you love it.
With multicolored love,
Tia

Today I almost fell into a trashcan

My attempts at work productivity were being thwarted by the fact that my office was a mess. I’ve been feeling this way all week, and at approximately 9:32 this morning, the feeling overwhelmed me to the point that I stopped all work and started rearranging everything. All papers to be sorted in a “SORT ME” box, wipe down the desk with Pledge, vacuum up some cat fur, put all yarn leftovers on the ironing board… and why don’t I rearrange all the furniture and move the bookshelf from the bedroom into the office so I have more storage?

IMG_8305-764x1024It was while I was reconnecting all my USB cables that the incident occurred. I had bent over to pick up the last cord, when I tipped backward just a little too much, and my bum was greeted by a little teal trashcan, precariously standing directly in my path. Luckily I was able to grab onto the bookshelf before I fell into the trashcan, but a very peculiar thing had already happened…

The sensation of the back of my legs hitting the edge of the trashcan had triggered memories of being a kid and peeing in a bucket… You see, a bucket is very useful when you have kids. It can be a sand castle maker, a robot head, a puke receptacle, a portable toilet… the list goes on. My family had lots of buckets, and apparently I have vivid memories of peeing in them… Peeing in a bucket during fishing trips in Papa’s “aluminum can boat” when I didn’t want to jump in the lake… Peeing in a bucket in the back of someone’s truck at Mardi Gras – it was cold so I was bundled up, but then I had to coordinate standing in the back of the truck, undoing all my layers, and then balance on the bucket so that I neither fell in or fall off and tip the bucket over.

Of course it’s not about peeing in the bucket that makes those memories fond ones. They’re times with family and friends, good food and music, lots of noise and laughter. And I don’t care how I keep those memories vivid and fresh, they’re warm and wonderful, and I appreciate anything that triggers happy times with family and friends.

Thanks, little teal trashcan, for some really good memories today. :)

Thanksgiving at the Cabin

Every year we have holidays at the family cabin. It’s refreshingly removed from all civilization, quiet and rural, and gives everyone some time to just sit back and relax for a few days. Extra bonus- I get lots of knitting done.

 

The mind of a 4-year-old

We’re playing “what kind of animal am I?” in the car on the way to the airport. We’ve had rabbits, ants, beavers, skunks, giraffes, and fish. Then it’s Tyler’s turn:

“I’m an animal that lives in your nose and when I come out, you have to get me with a tissue.”

“A booger?!”

“Yes!”

“Boogers aren’t animals!”

“Yes they are!!”

Oh, the mind of a 4 year old.