Tag Archives: WWKIP Day

WWKIPD – live action!

Here’s the scarf rolling in progress, as the most efficient method of unrolling/measuring/rolling back up was being figured out on the fly!  We were indeed a small parade.  In answer to questions on yesterday’s post, a knitter involved in the scarf project told me that the plan is to deconstruct the assembled scarf pieces and remake them into small blankets, to be donated to charity, such as Project Linus.

More live action here:  (watch for me: I am walking a bike and wearing a helmet while taking pictures on the scarf journey).  Also on the linked video: a clip of the gigantor needles in action.  The ‘yarn’ was a braided cover rope, like thick climbing or stage rope. I don’t know what that will be become, if anything; I never had a chance to speak with the intrepid mega-knitter, though she smiled nicely for the photo!

The Longest Scarf Ever

Well, the longest scarf I’ve ever seen, anyway.


This was rolled out (literally) today, as part of our area World Wide Knit in Public Day. The goal of community knitters was to knit a mile-long scarf. It didn’t quite make it, but it measured over half a mile, it seemed.

From the La Crosse Public Library, where last minute sections were added,

and then the unrolling (and simultaneous rolling up) started

down Main Street, past the Cathedral, a yarn shop (fittingly), a tattoo shop (also fittingly)

with help from many including smaller people,

past local downtown businesses

(attracting the interest of many in addition to the local business owners and patrons, including the police at one point)

crossing the street quickly in a daring, smoothly coordinated mission, and thence arriving across 4th Street before the yarn ran out.

This exciting feat of knitterly achievement and derring-do was the culmination of the Knit In Public celebration, “Yarnstorming”, put on by the La Crosse Public Library, with help from lots of volunteers including the relatively new “Three Rivers Knitting Guild”. I missed the first part of the day due to work, but arrived for prize drawings

(I won nothing, but knew a couple people who did), some great knitting time with friends, some snacks, and the Great Scarf Roll.

Oh, and yarnbombing yarnstorming viewing!

And viewed the yarnbombings outside, though it was a bit brisk to sit and knit outside, as the Saturday Sky kept promising sun and only delivering momentarily.

However, yes, of course I Knit In Public. (Not that that makes it any different from other days for me…)

My current projects are a Crazy Lace Citron Shawl, which I think I showed you the beginning of before, and a chemo cap, the second of two for The Loopy Ewe‘s Second Quarter Charity Challenge.

The Crazy Lace Citron Shawl is an idea from Ravelry, and I’m knitting it in my favorite Twisted Fiber Art hand-dyed yarn (I think I showed you this before, even being a Bad Blogger). It’s the Citron Shawl from Knitty, linked above, but the stockinette bands are replaced with small lace patterns of the knitter’s choice. I’ve knit one more repeat than the pattern calls for (I’m knitting it in a finer yarn, with lots of yarn available), but am now working on a big ol’ ruffle, which is taking me a while.

Here it is at last picture, last weekend:

Citron with remaining yarn and stitch patterns

And here is my chemo cap-in-progress, the Esprit Chemo Turban.

Chemo turban

Not too impressive yet! It will look odd right up until the time it’s on someone’s head, quite a number of inches from now.

So that’s what was on my needles on WWKIP Day 2011.

(Here’s what’s on someone else’s needles.)

How about your needles?

A Day without Rain is like a Day with Sunshine


Well, it made sense at the time! Kind of? Not really.

Yesterday, FINALLY, it didn’t rain (I waited till today to post that, though, after what happened Friday night) and we had glorious sunshine all day to let the floods and puddles dry up, and to KIP in for WorldWide Knit In Public Day.

This is knitting in public at the morning Viroqua’s Farmer’s Market, sponsored by Ewetopia Fiber Shop. The sun was welcome though warm. I had some real home-made lemonade being sold by the Pony Club next door to raise money, mmm, tart and refreshing. I haven’t had real lemonade in a long time. Look above the silver car in the picture above, and you can see the top of an Amish buggy, one of several at the market to sell woven baskets. I resisted the lure of iIsconsin honey, hand-made items of various lovely sorts, vegetables, maple syrup, and plants (either didn’t want to carry them or, though I was tempted to buy a tomato or some flowers, knew they wouldn’t stand up to the day’s heat as it would be a while before getting home). But a home-made donut and molasses cookie might have called my name over the course of the morning.

That wasn’t the only lure at the market. Someone brought these little guys to sell too:

Despite the fact that the puppy would only cost two years’ allowance, and that Mom didn’t mind holding the puppy either , somehow my friend Karla and her family did NOT come home with a new puppy. A certain amount of angst followed. Puppies can snuggle their way into your heart very quickly, eh? But a dog is a lifetime commitment.

Anyway, knitting moved to Ewetopia

when the Farmer’s Market packed up (with a stop on our part for lunch and a visit to the ice cream/candy shop, where they had turtle-shaped turtles!)

I didn’t get a decent photo in the shop because my hands were kind of busy. But over the course of the day, two other La Crosse knitters came to knit (they’re on Ravelry as Mairwen and PhireAngel), and Karla left as her girls were getting a touch antsy (the idea of knitting was much more enthralling than actually knitting at that age). VIroqua is a 45 minute drive or so from La Crosse, which is the reason I don’t get to Ewetopia very often given my full-time plus job and mom stuff, but WWKIP Day was a great excuse to make the trip, given that I didn’t have to work yesterday.

And there was a ‘learn to spin’ class in the afternoon. Never mind that the spinmeister Marge would have been delighted to get me addicted teach me to spin any time last November when all the wheels were set up at the knitting retreat. No, I wasn’t going to take up a new obsession; I have no room for a wheel and I already have way too much yarn. But since I had called Kathryn the day before to check if preregistration were necessary for the class, just in case I was there and interested, and then no one else was stepping up at the time, I did feel a little obligated to fulfill my curiosity. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!)

Kathryn, Ewetopia’s owner, patiently showed me how and encouraged me through some truly awful overspinning and slubs (mostly the former, I have to learn to treadle slower — I think it’s a musician thing, I keep tapping out more of a driving rhythm as I would to mark a beat). But at times, I had a flow going briefly, and did spin enough fiber to ply, which was satisfying. The yarn was deemed ‘pretty good for the first time’ and ‘not too overplyed’ after plying (well, slightly more encouraging things than that were said, but I’m being realistic!).

So here it is, after washing and weighting — I made yarn out of fluff!

Now the eternal dilemma; what to do with just a small amount of (less than perfect, shall we say?) handspun? Maybe 20 yards of, um, highly variable weight thick and thin bulky-ish wool (which was wonderful stuff to spin, by the way, I forgot to ask what it was). Because you can bet I am making this into something, and something for ME, because I am the only one who will appreciate this rather idiosyncratic twisted fiber. Coffee cup cozy, perhaps? I will take thought.

There are witnesses who will swear that I bought a copy of Spin-Off magazine. Perhaps I did, but it was just for the knitting patterns. Truly. This doesn’t mean I’m addicted . . . . not yet. . .

Here’s the Saturday Sky when I came home, with a red-winged blackbird exiting stage left (I don’t usually see those birds in my back yard. Maybe due to no tall grass in the marsh to hang out on right now?).


And now for something completely different:

On this sunny Sunday (again! Not saying anything about rain or lack thereof yet, though!), Father’s Day is celebrated here in the United States. I feel so grateful that I can celebrate Father’s Day with my father, who only lives a few blocks away. And I feel grateful to have a father whom I know loves me and is proud of me. And tells me so. And likes hand knit socks! (Fear not, Dad, more socks will come!)

I’m also grateful for the husband who embarked with me on this crazy ride called parenthood, and became a father almost 13 years ago (about thirteen years ago, The Preteen was trying to kick her way out at my brother’s wedding, as a matter of fact!).

Thanks, Dads everywhere, present with us, and present in our hearts. We love you.