knit and purl

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A little look at my unfinished sock set: The Inside Outs.
Knit in Madeline Tosh Euro Sock, colorway Light Bright.
This yarn is awesome, but a real pain to find a project that compliments the colors and doesn’t muddle them. Socks seemed like the best option. I am not obsessed with the design, but I really like the purl stitch and the colors. Plus the yarn makes for one super comfy sock.

P.S. Yes those socks are socks with socks on them.

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Headband designed after Hera’s lekku pattern. I used this image by @kimbachan for reference.

Done in double knitting. 4.5mm needles, worsted-weight acrylic yarn. I had to repeat the pattern a little bit to get something of the appropriate length for a headband.

Feel free to use and share the pattern. Make as many Hera-headbands as you want, it’ll be awesome. Make any alterations to the pattern that you feel would make it better, things can always be improved. I only ask that you don’t claim credit for the original pattern itself; and I’d like to see anything you do with it, but it’s not a requirement.

As a bonus, a slightly better photo of the Kanan headband I’d posted about ages ago:

Addendum: if someone doesn’t know what double knitting is, but does know how to do both knit and purl stitches, I can try and explain it. Or you can look up various tutorials; just if you know how to knit and purl, you can do double knitting.

WIP-Wednesday, Midsummer edition! (aka at 10pm ;) )

The socks for my granddad are progressing nicely - I just put the contrast yarn for the afterthought heel in (yes, I’ll take better care next time) and maybe I can make some serious progress this weekend …

The Ashling shawl is growing! :) Almost one and a half lace repeats are done (you can spot this at the top, it’s knit in stockinette stitch). Purling long rows is not my favourite thing to do, but it’s great so far. :)

Plus, I love the lace. :)

And the socks for my friend’s birthday  …

… will get a gusset now. :)

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Fatal_Error is not nearly as gifted in the arts and crafts area as Blueberry Sans and ErrorSans are. But he’s got other hobbies to keep him occupied so don’t you worry about him.

Completed during tonight’s really late livestream! Thanks again to those who hung out for a while :D

Also the folks and I that were there during the stream agree he looks kind of like a cat that got tangled up in it’s yarn. :)

anonymous asked:

So I'm pretty much as a beginner of knitting as you can get. I can knit and purl, and own 1pair of 4.5mm knitting needles. I've been knitting for less than a year in between studies. I've got the basic scarf down pat I think, is there anything you can suggest for me?

Here are some easy options that take 4.5mm needles and are worked flat.  They should allow you to branch out a little from scarves and will introduce some new techniques such as lace or seaming.

Easy Fingerless Mitts by Roxanne Richardson - FREE!

Fancy Mug Cozy by Kirsten Hipsky - FREE!

Orchid Cowl by Jo Strong - FREE!

The basket was full of dyed skeins of wool and linen thread.

Some I had been given by Jocasta, some I had spun myself. The difference was obvious, but even the lumpy, awkward-looking strands I produced could be used for something. Not stockings or jerseys; perhaps I could knit a tea cozy— that seemed sufficiently shapeless to disguise all my deficiencies. 

Jamie had been simultaneously shocked and amused to find that I didn’t know how to knit. The question had never arisen at Lallybroch, where Jenny and the female servants kept everyone in knitted goods. I had taken on the chores of stillroom and garden, and never dealt with needlework beyond the simplest mending. 

“Ye canna clickit at all?” he said incredulously. “And what did ye do for your winter stockings in Boston, then?” 

“Bought them,” I said. 

He had looked elaborately around the clearing where we had been sitting, admiring the half-finished cabin. 

“Since I dinna see any shops about, I suppose ye’d best learn, aye?” 

“I suppose so.” I dubiously eyed the knitting basket Jocasta had given me. It was well equipped, with three long circular wire needles in different sizes, and a sinister-looking set of four double-ended ivory ones, slender as stilettos, which I knew were used in some mysterious fashion to turn the heels of stockings. 

“I’ll ask Jocasta to show me, next time we go down to River Run. Next year perhaps.” 

Jamie snorted briefly and picked up a needle and a ball of yarn. “It’s no verra difficult, Sassenach. Look— this is how ye cast up your row.” Drawing the thread out through his closed fist, he made a loop round his thumb, slipped it onto the needle, and with a quick economy of motion, cast on a long row of stitches in a matter of seconds. Then he handed me the other needle and another ball of yarn. “There— you try.” 

I looked at him in complete amazement. 

You can knit?” 

“Well, of course I can,” he said, staring at me in puzzlement. “I’ve known how to clickit wi’ needles since I was seven years old. Do they not teach bairns anything in your time?” 

“Well,” I said, feeling mildly foolish, “they sometimes teach little girls to do needlework, but not boys.” 

“They didna teach you, did they? Besides, it’s no fine needlework, Sassenach, it’s only plain knitting. Here, take your thumb and dip it, so …”

And so he and Ian— who, it turned out, could also knit and was prostrated by mirth at my lack of knowledge— had taught me the simple basics of knit and purl, explaining, between snorts of derision over my efforts, that in the Highlands all boys were routinely taught to knit, that being a useful occupation well suited to the long idle hours of herding sheep or cattle on the shielings. 

“Once a man’s grown and has a wife to do for him, and a lad of his own to mind the sheep, he maybe doesna make his own stockings anymore,” Ian had said, deftly executing the turn of a heel before handing me back the stocking, “but even wee laddies ken how, Auntie.” 

I cast an eye at my current project, some ten inches of a wooly shawl, which lay in a small crumpled heap at the bottom of the basket. I had learned the basics, but knitting for me was still a pitched battle with knotted thread and slippery needles, not the soothing, dreamy exercise that Jamie and Ian made of it, needles clicketing away in their big hands by the fire, comforting as the sound of crickets on the hearth. 

Not tonight, I thought. I wasn’t up to it. Something mindless, like winding up the balls of yarn. That I could do. I laid aside a half-finished pair of stockings Jamie was making for himself— striped, the show-off— and pulled out a heavy skein of fresh-dyed blue wool, still redolent with the heavy scents of its dyeing.

- Drums of Autumn

5

Finished with the prototype Glove of Missile Snaring! I’m very pleased with some aspects of how it came out, but it has some issues I think I’ll try to fix with the second glove and then reknit this one if that goes well:

  • The fabric’s a bit stiff pre-blocking. If blocking doesn’t make it more comfortable I’ll try going up a needle size or two. It fits like a glove pretty tightly, too, so a little more ease might be worthwhile.
  • Whoa so much thumb ease, however! Going to try fewer increase rows in the thumb gusset so that’s not so huge and bunchy.
  • Not thrilled with the cast on edge of the cuff, which curls up inwards too much. Also not sure how to fix that? Purl row or two before starting the ribbing? Fortunately that’s an easy place in the pattern to try different techniques out and easily rip it out and start over if I don’t like it…
  • Index finger is a little too long. The middle finger came out way too long at first and I ripped back several rows and re-finished it after I’d already finished the other fingers, but the index was just barely too long so I didn’t go to the trouble with it; it’s still usable, just…On v.2 I think I will try to make it shorter and see how I like that.
  • It’s really quite a tight fit…again, we’ll see how blocking affects the fabric; it might be just fine, but if not, I’ve simply got to redo it on larger needles. Or with more cast on stitches, but a looser fabric is the first thing I’d like to try for this one. As is, it’s stiff and that makes it harder to pull the glove on. But that might also make it warmer and less prone to wear & tear, so…

Things I am really very happy about though:

  • How the arrow pattern emerges from the ribbing, so the cuff is part of its fletching. That was a key point in my design sketch and it worked out just right and I am proud of that.
  • The arrow pattern in general is so spiffy. :-D Twisted stitch patterns are a bit of a pain to work sometimes but this one’s minimal twisting so it’s cool.
  • The purl on the back of the hand/knit on the palm detail. Partly because I just didn’t want to work the whole thing in a purl background but needed one for the twisted stitch pattern…so I tried just keeping it to the pattern panel and I like how that turned out, especially how the purl panel continues into the backs of the fingers. I think I aligned the division between knit/purl on each finger pretty well too.

Also, as I polish this design up for the second glove, should I also write up a pattern for it? Would people be interested in making it? If so, I’d be looking for test knitters to try it out in other sizes (my hands are tiny) and make sure my math worked for the stitch counts and everything. The only patterns I’ve published online previously have been hats, kerchiefs, etc. that don’t have such sizing issues… :-D So, if you’d be interested in test knitting medium and up sizes (or children’s sizes…I could concievably write that up too…) let me know!

anonymous asked:

I actually feel so bad for requesting another Gaston so literally take your time with these I don't care if this comes out like five years later but I can SO see prompt 65 with Gaston as person B!!! Thank you you guys are the best

Having a bet to see who can go the longest without wanting a kiss. Person A is appearing to hold strong, meanwhile Person B can’t help but notice the way that Person A bites at their lip when focusing and how plump it gets and holy cow they’re going to lose the bet.

So I gave up on the drabble compilation so you’re going to get them as I finish which I think is a win for everyone really. 

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This was going to be super easy. All he had to do was not kiss his wife, she wouldn’t last a day without placing those baby soft lips on his and pulling him closer while leaning on her tiptoes in a way that just makes her look so damn cute- okay maybe this wasn’t going to be that easy.

The bet was simple, no kissing, first one to try and smooch had to do the laundry for two months. Gaston was not about to do the laundry for two months.

First few hours was easy enough, especially because Gaston left the house to get some eggs for breakfast- lord know’s the man can’t go a day without his eggs. When he got home however, he automatically took to your back, his hands on your hips and his head tilting to greet you with his usual kiss on the cheek. Thankfully for him, he stopped himself.

You, however, seemed unphased.

“How was town?” You chuckled.

Gaston, the affectionate man that he was, felt neglected and it was all your fault- obviously. So by noon, Gaston was in a sour mood.

Once again, you were unphased.

Dinnertime came round and you were still just as cheerful as if he’d just given it to you good- and boy when he won this bet he was, real good. Gaston was calmed again, a bit downtrodden but not as disgruntled as earlier. Nightfall came and, as usual, you sat by the hearth with your knitting needles and yarn making a blanket for your future baby.

Focused on your work, you were nibbling away at your lips which still tasted faintly of the cherry pie you’d had for dessert. Knit one, purl two, knit one, purl two, knit one… And so on and so forth.

Meanwhile, Gaston sat slumped in his chair opposite you, pouting. Usually by now, he’d have showered you with kisses and managed to get you into bed, savoring the last few months he had you without fear of hurting the baby.

But nope.

He had to suffer.

He found himself admiring you, he’d rarely seen you this focused. Usually he interrupts you with other things before you’d get the chance to be so invested, the way your brows knit and your plump bottom lip was pinched between your teeth made Gaston just wanna-

Clearing his throat, Gaston stood and went to fetch himself a glass of cold water.

He was not going to lose this bet.

Returning, he saw you’d put away your needles and had your arms above your head stretching, your mouth wide in the cutest yawn Gaston had ever seen.

Gaston lost the bet. And boy was it worth it.