My TNNA adventures continue…
FRIDAY, January 16, 2009
On Friday morning, tired and very much sleep deprived (it was day 3 of 3 hours of sleep per night), I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for another exciting day. I took another business class, which was about advertising and developing programs for shops. But you don’t want to hear about that, right?
You want to hear about the wonderful class that I took that afternoon with Sally Melville, acclaimed designer, teacher and author of The Knit Stitch and The Purl Stitch. I took the class “Two Colors, Two Hands.”
I’m not new to colorwork, but am by no means close to being an expert at it and I wanted to learn other possibilities. I knit continental and I hold all the yarns in my left hand, by popping one color on my index finger, and another color on my middle finger. When I do 3 colors, I hold 2 colors on my index finger and 1 on my middle finger. Holding your yarns on one hand is very fast and efficient when you are doing colorwork that requires equal and regular color changes of each color, such as a checkered pattern. My method does not work so well for something like argyle, as in my Aaargyle Skullcap, where the color changes are irregular.
Sally showed us some alternative ways to hold the yarn, including the way I do it, holding 2 in the right hand, holding a color in each hand, holding 2 colors in one hand while holding a third in another, and doing colorwork using Portuguese knitting.
I absolutely love Portuguese knitting…which probably should be called Portuguese purling because you are purling and working from the wrong side of the fabric when you work. This is the same method used by those wonderful Andean knitters of Peru for those fantastic and colorful c’hullos.
My friend D. was in my class too, and she could a high wattage light bulb flashing in my brain as she caught a glimpse of the crazy ideas floating through my head when I realized that I could use a combination of all these techniques Sally was teaching for different applications. Half-jokingly, I pondered aloud the possibility of even trying 5-10 colors. D. threatened to shoot me with a tranquilizer gun if I ever did that or developed ways to hold all those colors with my toes.
I think D. was just being nice about the tranquilizer gun. If Aubrey or Zona caught me trying to knit with all those colors and/or my toes, they would not hesitate to get me 5150’d, and I fear that perhaps my former colleagues might even have to agree! In case you don’t know what a 5150 is, in California, it refers to the process or section of the law in which someone is detained involuntarily for 72 hours for an emergency psychiatric evaluation.
Later that night, Aubrey, Kristie, D. and I were invited to a knit night at the Marriot sponsored and hosted by the SWTC team, where I got go know Jonelle of SWTC, Michelle aka CraftyCupcake, and Rebecca aka ItSheKnits. From day one of discussions about our business, Aubrey and I had SWTC as a must on our list, because we love that SWTC focuses on innovatvie products with a mind to sustainability, and the smaller family-run business is also something that we are attracted to. We want to have products from companies that also reflect our lifestyles and personal philosophies.
Anyway, luckily, while I was getting to know Jonelle, I hadn’t quite finished my martini (on an empty stomach), because she may not have wanted to talk to me about doing designs for SWTC over the next 2 days if I had! Poor Michelle got me when I was 2 very pricey martinis in (still no food). Michelle had to listen to me divert from a convo about nerdy significant others to talking about how the hubs has been dubbed “crazy cat lady” by my friends and how he sometimes treats me like a cat when trying to show affection. Now that people outside of my circle of regular friends know, I have to admit: Yes, I get scratched under my chin and neck, and I sometimes get stroked as if he was stroking the cats. Ahh, True. Love.
At 10pm, we finally headed over to Cafe Sevilla to eat some yummy tapas. They had a great live musician playing, although by then we were too tired and famished to truly enjoy it. Apparently after all these years in SoCal pining for good tapas, I did not know that there was one in Long Beach. It’s closer than San Diego, but I still wish there was one that’s even closer. There are 2 tapas restaurants near me, approximately within a 12 mile radius, but the food at those restaurants suck. Really, really suck.