Tuesday, April 15, 2008

No-Bull Book Review: Indigo Knits

It's the time of year when spring starts bursting out all over in my part of the U.S., and so this seems like a good time to take a look at a book devoted to knitting with cotton yarn. Indigo Knits: The Quintessential Guide to Denim Yarn from the Founders of Artwork, by Jane Gottelier, photographs by Patrick Gottelier, (PotterCraft 2007), will definitely get you in the mood for rocky beaches and lightweight cottons, and may convince you to play around with some denim-dyed yarn.





One nugget of conventional wisdom in book publishing is that publishers (as distinguished from yarn companies producing their own booklets for pattern support) can't publish a book that uses only one or two specific brands of yarn, especially ones that are hard to find. Many knitters stubbornly insist on buying only the yarn shown in the original pattern; plus, publishers try to accommodate as many yarn companies (i.e., advertisers) by using as many different brands as possible. Indigo Knits breaks with that convention by presenting projects that are all knit in the same kind and weight of yarn: worsted/DK weight, indigo-dyed yarn. There are only about three companies that make this exact kind of yarn; Rowan Denim is the most widely available of the three. Elann has Den-M-Nit, but it often sells out, and there is a third brand, Elle, which produces True Blue yarn, but I have never seen this brand of yarn in any of the umpteen yarn shops I've visited in my knitting life.

Why publish a book with such a narrow selection of yarns? Well, indigo yarns are different from other handknitting yarns for several reasons. The dye takes to the fabric inconsistently, it fades, it can rub off on whatever's next to it, it wears off excessively -- sometimes irregularly -- at seams and other friction points. And if you’ve ever put on a pair of jeans that spent a long time in the clothes dryer, you know the critical thing about indigo yarn or fabric: it shrinks. Often quite a lot.

Indigo Knits acknowledges all the idiosyncrasies of indigo-dyed yarn and embraces them. After a brief introduction (describing the authors’ beginnings in the boutique knitwear business), the book contains ten pages of technical material discussing indigo yarn: a brief history, discussion of the characteristics of indigo yarn, how to distress and bleach indigo garments, and how to decorate indigo knitwear. I liked that this section included several clear photos of the distressing and bleaching processes used later in the book.

One aspects of the book that I found particularly charming was the focus on the Cornwall area of the UK, home of the authors. Each chapter is named after a place in Cornwall; includes photos and descriptions of that area; and even recommends methods of transportation, restaurants, and gardens to visit. You get a great sense of the beauty and unique attractions of Cornwall -- a real treat for us Anglophiles.

The remainder of the book is devoted to patterns, so let’s look at the seven chapters containing the patterns:

  • Chapter 1 (“Newlyn Blue”) is named after Newlyn, a fishing town and appropriately features traditional ganseys: two pullovers for men (but if you don’t mind the boxy shoulders, they could easily be unisex); a women’s jacket; and a child’s pullover. All are lovely examples of the traditional cabled and textured fishermen’s sweaters, like this men's sweater:




    If you made this sweater and washed it, you'd be able to see the indigo dye fade and wear in an interesting way around all the textured stitching and cables.

  • Chapter 2 (“Gwithian Blue”) is named after a beach (home to the lighthouse which is the setting for the Woolf novel To the Lighthouse) and all of the projects have a beach theme: a unisex striped hoodie, a fringed off-the-shoulder top; a slouchy beach bag; a beach blanket; and a beaded I-pod carrier.



  • Chapter 3 (“Lamorna Blue”) is named for a village that is the site of an artist’s colony, and you can see where this is going, I bet: all the projects loosely relate to the artist theme. There’s a buttoned vest for women (called the Artist’s Waistcoat); a cute women’s sweater with pockets called the Artist’s Smock; and a “satchel” or what Americans might call a messenger bag.
  • Chapter 4 (“Frenchman’s White”) is named after Frenchman's Creek – an actual creek as well as the title of a Daphne DuMaurier novel, for those who like their Gothics – and contains designs which relate to the creek: a crocheted skirt, an adorable ruffle-neck top, and crocheted slippers made of granny squares. (Okay, this chapter is reaching a bit for its theme, but I’m not gonna quibble.)




  • Chapter 5 is “St. Ives Blue” and refers to the village and bay noted for ties to the Abstract Art movement of the 1950s & 1960s. So we’ve got the Abstract Art Sweater (shown for women; possibly unisex); the Abstract Art cushion; and the men’s Painterly Stripe Sweater.




  • The design is created by application of bleach to the sweater in the pattern shown. (If you think cutting a steek is stressful, try applying bleach to your hand-knit sweater!)

  • Chapter 6 – “Tresco Blue” – is named for one of the islands southwest of Cornwall, renowned for its gardens and beaches. All of these projects are, again, beach-themed: a key-hole front top with thin straps and a flared bottom; a fringed and beaded crochet skirt; a crocheted bikini (the author notes it is “strictly for sunbathing” and designed to “dispel[] notions of crochet’s sometimes frumpy image”); sequined throw and cushion cover; and embellishment for flip-flops.
  • “Penzance Blue,” Chapter 7, refers to a harbor town most famous for the Gilbert & Sullivan opera. The pirate theme is played out in a women’s striped top with Henley-style button front; a large beaded bag; a cropped woman’s jacket with a patchwork motif inspired by ship’s sails; the women’s “Grandad” cardigan, with long slim lines and front pockets; and the women’s Prussian Naval Jacket, with large bead embellishment.





To sum up, you’ll find 3 patterns for men (which could be unisex depending on taste); 1 unisex pattern; 15 designs for women; 1 child’s sweater; 3 bags; and 5 miscellaneous items. The knitting/crochet breakdown falls heavily on the side of knitting, with 22 knitted items, 5 crocheted, and 2 bags that use both knitting and crochet.

If you are interested in the specifics of construction, the book contains a variety: Of the sweaters, the 3 men’s designs are pullover style; the unisex sweater is a hoodie with an open-placket front and ties; 4 women’s button-front sweaters (variously called cardigans or jackets); 2 women’s sweaters with Henley-style button plackets; 2 women’s pullovers with round necks; 3 unconventionally-styled sweaters, for lack of a better word (the flared strap top; the ruffled scoopneck sweater; and the off-the-shoulder top);



one women’s button-front vest; and the child’s pullover gansey.

The No-Bull technical checklist:
  • Color photographs – yes, all over the place, with lots of inviting seaside shots.
  • Charts – yes, some in black-and-white, some in color.
  • Schematics for every sweater – no, only a few have schematics, and they tend to be ones that have some sort of color patterning which is charted; most do not, although most have sketches to give a better sense of the lines




  • Size ranges – generally extensive. While some of the sweaters, like the strappy flared top, go from around 35 to just under 38 inches finished bust, many of the more forgiving styles range from 37.75 to 57.5 inch finished chest. Even the bikini is designed for a range from 32 inch finished bust to 51 inch finished bust.




  • Yarns used – all are indigo/denim yarns that knit up at around DK or light worsted weight and – this is really important – all feature approximately 20 percent shrinkage in length after washing. The patterns are designed to take this shrinkage into account. For substitution, you’ll have to swatch carefully if you don’t use one of the 3 indigo yarns specified, including knitting a swatch, measuring shrinkage carefully to ensure that it’s comparable, or adapting the vertical lengths of the pattern to compensate for the lack of shrinkage if you use a non-shrinking yarn.
  • Book construction – Hardcover with paper dust jacket; high quality, full-color pages; relatively large size; regular index and Project Index featuring photographs of each finished project; list of sources for indigo yarn and notes on substitution; sturdy binding; color photographs in the technical section illustrating some of the distressing techniques.

MSRP is a whopping thirty bucks, but you can score it for under twenty dollars (at the time of this writing) by using the above link.

Overall, this is a nice and creatively-produced book that will entice you both to knit with indigo yarn AND to visit the seaside of Cornwall. The designs are a mix of the traditional-styled gansey – including the boxy fit – and the more trendy (i.e. crocheted skirt and bikini, I-pod cozy), some sexier tops with scoop necks or straps, as well as some simple home dec items. You’ll have to examine the patterns closely to see if the sweaters you like are knit in the style you like; some have set-in sleeves, others don’t; most do not feature any nipping in at the waist and are shown on the models with a generous rather than close fit. Indeed, the variety of styles shown is almost mind-boggling: you can knit a very traditional gansey OR crochet a bikini from the same book? I suppose time will tell whether there are crafters who are interested in knitting both very classically styled garments and very trendy ones.

It bears mentioning that there is at least one other book devoted to denim yarns: Kim Hargreaves' Denim People. This is from 2004, and features only Rowan Denim yarn, but if you are interested in more indigo-yarn patterns, you might want to check it out. There are other Rowan publications, like the biannual Rowan Magazine, that occasionally have featured designs knit in Rowan Denim, too.

Indigo Knits helps you appreciate the unique qualities of this kind of yarn: yes, it shrinks the first time you wash it, but how many knitted items can you throw with abandon into machine washer and dryer, knowing the garment won’t be ruined? And if you’ve ever seen the unique way that indigo yarn fades and weathers, especially if you use textured stitching, you will come to appreciate why some knitters, including the authors of Indigo Knits, are fascinated with this kind of yarn.





Friday, April 11, 2008

A star in born

Last night was the premier of Elvis' grade-school musical. The show is called "Freedom Bound," about a family from some unnamed European country, immigrating to the US in the 1920s. Here is Elvis in the beginning of the show, as part of the immigrant chorus:





Later in the show, he has a costume change (!) and becomes a German Dancer. They did a very cool dance which involved sitting on wooden benches, then jumping on them and rapping the bottom of the benches on the floor in time to the music. My shots of this were mostly blurry. Elvis got to deliver the last line of the play as Immigrant No. 4. Here he is after the show:

Perhaps my enthusiasm for the show will wane once I've attended three more performances, but I'm a proud mama this morning.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Contests!

Enter one

If you would like to enter a raffle, then you need to go here to Hyphenated Carol's blog. She is helping to raise money for the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, a worthy cause indeed. There are fiber-y prizes, including a skein of BBF sock yarn. So help the gal out, willya?

Judge one

And if you would like to judge a contest, then feast your eyes on the following. Here are the entries for the Midway Contest of the BBF Sock and Fiber Clubs. You get to pick one winner for the Sock Division and one winner for the Fiber Division. The only guideline given to entrants was that the product had to be knit or spun in one of the BBF club monthly shipments -- and everything else was up to the knitter or spinner. Seeing other people's beautiful handiwork is a great thrill for me. I present them to you alphabetically by first name. Polls are over at the right in my sidebar. Voting ends around 6 p.m. April 15th.

Sock Entries

Carol presents the Slalom pattern, designed by Polly Outhwaite,



and which pattern is available through Ravelry; it is knit in BBF Bamboo Lite which was the first offering of the sock club.



Diane knit her sock in a colorway she renamed "Orchids" because that's what the colors reminded her of:



The pattern is WendyKnits' Eyelet pattern, available for free here:



Jodi's socks showcase Kate Gilbert's Marina Piccola sock pattern, available here.



Samantha's socks are lovely and maybe she will chime in, telling us the pattern (she said wistfully):


UPDATE: Samantha informs us that these are the Chevrolace Socks from Knitty's Winter 07 issues, available here. Thanks, Samantha!!

Fibrous Entries

SockPr0n (whose real first name starts with "A") spun her Delaine Merino/Kid Mohair blend into a fiberlicious super-energized twisty thingy-ma-diddle kind of yarn, inspired by Lexi Boerger's new book.






She is also going to spin (or has already spun?) the other half into a more traditional 2-ply and will knit the two together, perhaps in a scarf.

Lorena sent pictures of Month 1 AND Month 2. Month 1 is the Delaine Merino/Kid Mohair blend, in a colorway called Emerald City:


Month 2 was the Superwash Blue-Faced Leicester in a colorway called Velvet Rope:


Mindy has spun "Crystal Pool," a batch of the first month's Delaine Merino/Kid Mohair blend.



She thinks we don't know that she hasn't finished the whole batch, but, ha ha Mindy, we do.... (it doesn't matter anyway, though, since the "rules" allow partly-finished projects). She's got that fiber nice and skinny, no?

Okay, go over to the two polls at the right, in the side bar, and vote. The winners get some most excellent sock-ish and fiber-y prizes (including BBF stuff) respectively...

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Goat-Lovers Unite!

If you like photos of bebe goats and hamsters and other assorted pampered pets -- as well as kick-ass spinning and knitting -- check out Mindy's new blog.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to catch up with the monthly book reports.

March Book Report: A Tudor Trifecta

Okay, you're gonna laugh, but it was a Tudor Trifecta last month. A couple of different people recommended The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregoy. Now I recall seeing this book at Borders but passed it by, thinking it was a mindless throbbing-member/bodice-ripper. But when more than two people said it was pretty good, I decided to check it out.

The book is a fictionalized biography of Mary and Anne Boleyn, sisters in Tudor England who both became the mistresses of King Henry VIII. Although Henry's queen Katharine is a faithful and devoted wife, she has failed to give birth to a son that would ensure the succession of the Tudor Line. Henry has a wandering eye and frequently takes Katharine's ladies-in-waiting as his mistresses including first Mary and then Anne. Henry manages to get his marriage to Katharine annulled, breaking with the Catholic Church and starting the Anglican Church to make it happen. He marries Anne Boleyn and has her crowned queen. However, Anne also fails to give him the son he so desperately needs. The book ends with the beheading of Anne, based on (probably) trumped-up charges of witchcraft and incest, just as Henry is turning his attention to Jane Seymour...

Although I know that this book is only based on history, and that even the historians do not agree as to what the "historical truth" is (for example, Gregory suggests that Anne Boleyn slept with her brother because she so badly wanted to give Henry VIII a son, and had concluded that Henry was too old or unhealthy to father one), it was still a greatly entertaining read.

Conveniently, Gregory wrote a sequel called The Boleyn Inheritance which picks up just after Jane Seymour dies in childbirth. This book follows Henry's brief marriage to wife No. 4, Anne of Cleves; his annulment of their marriage; and his marriage to No. 5 Katherine Howard (yet another nubile lady-in-waiting). Poor Katherine, who was quite young, ended up on the chopping block, which is where the book ends. Again, although not necessarily true to history, or what we can glean of it, the book was fascinating and entertaining and if nothing else, I now know more about the Tudors then I ever imagined I would.

I was kind of annoyed that there was no sequel to the sequel, because I was wondering about Henry's last wife, Catherine Parr. Lo and behold, I was shopping at Target and saw a book titled The Last Wife of Henry VIII by Carrolly Erickson. Sure enough, it was a fictionalized account of Henry VIII and his last wife, Catherine Parr, the only one who outlived him. It wasn't as well-written as the Gregory books, but it did satisfy my anal-retentive need to finish out the saga of the wives.

I then ended up watching Elizabeth - The Golden Age on cable On Demand. I enjoyed the movie, although it was a bit more melodramatic than I expected. The costumes and scenery were amazing, and Cate Blanchett is a truly wonderful actress. Since Elizabeth I was the daughter of King Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, it was interesting to learn a bit more about her life after reading about her parents' ill-fated marriage (again, taking into account that the movie was fictionalized and not always 100% accurate).

After Tudorama, I breezed through Fatal Remedies, by Donna Leon, the latest in her Guido Brunetti series set in Venice.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Happy Birthday, Tom!

Happy birthday to my dear, sweet husband!




When I look at this photo, from about fifteen years ago, I am struck by just how many gray hairs I put on that poor man's head.

Anyhow, I very much adore my husband and this is the one day of the year when I truly appreciate my mother-in-law, for giving birth to such a great guy.

I would also be remiss if I did not wish happy birthday to Alec Baldwin, Doris Day, Tony Orlando, Marlin Brando and Wayne Newton. "Danke schöen..."

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Holy crap! It's here!

My adorable spokesmodel, N., is holding my copy of Knit So Fine!




When Interweave said they were sending an advance copy, I figured it would be not-quite-finished, like page proofs stapled together or something. But it is a real, finished copy, fresh from the warehouse or wherever they store books that are about to be released.

I'm so excited I don't know what to do.

So let's plan some road trips.

My loyal blog-readers, who have thrust me to the forefront of the dog-eat-dog world of yarn: Are there any of you out there who own yarn shops or work at yarn shops or are pals with yarn shop owners or belong to a knitting guild that would like to host a book-signing and/or a workshop or maybe even a BBF "tupperware" party/book signing (i.e. I bring a bunch of Black Bunny yarn and you buy it, and I sign your books)?

I'm willing to travel anywhere I can get via car within a few hours. [Edited to say: I live outside Philadelphia.] If you buy me a train ticket, I'll happily come farther. I'm pondering what kind of workshops I might do and am open to suggestion on that too (except I won't teach you how to dye yarn like I do -- a gal's gotta keep some trade secrets).

Email me at goknitinyourhat &^%%A*T&% att DAHT net (you know what to do) -- or use the contact button somewhere over on the right -- and we'll talk.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Another catch-up

My knitting life seems to consist of deadlines -- whether for design projects or more commonly for a gift that has to be given by a certain occasion -- which create periods of feverishly trying to finish something; and after the deadline is met (more or less) I lapse into stretches of inertia, where I have so many projects I want to work on and yarns I want to knit with that I end up dabbling in a lot and finishing little.

In other words, it's feast or famine.

Today I am mailing out a finished item for my second book. Yes, it's true, I'm finishing up a second book that will be published by Interweave Press either late this year or in early 2009. I am forbidden from telling you all about it just yet. I can tell you it's a multicontributor book, and it's been amazing to see the creativity of many very talented designers who sent in submissions.

Having just finished a period of intense knitting, though, I'm hoping that I don't immediately fall back into inertia. I'm working on the next installment of the BBF Sock Club (I decided to give the members an extra week or so since no one seems to be finished with the last shipments...) but I don't want to lose the ability to focus and finish something when it comes to my knitting. I will promise you, however, that some more No-Bull Book Reviews are in the pipeline and I'm hoping to have one done later this week.

Now I'm off to, um, stare at my unfinished projects and fondle my stash and figure out what to do next.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Too much book larnin'

Yesterday the twins came home with these in their backpacks:





These children are SIX years old. I was at least 42 before I knew the meaning of the word "oviparous."

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

February Book Report (late again)

1. On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwen. Beautifully written, but sad and haunting.

2. True Story: Murder, Memoir, Mea Culpa Michael Finkel was a reporter working for the New York Times Magazine when it was revealed that a story he wrote about the African chocolate trade contained misrepresentations (he combined multiple interviews and details to create a fictional boy that he "profiled", including providing fake photos). He was sacked. Right around this time, he was contacted by an Oregon reporter who told him that a man accused of murdering his wife and three kids had been hiding out in Mexico using Finkel's name. Finkel draws parallels between his own journalistic deception and the lies spun out by the defendant (who by then was facing capital murder charges). Finkel befriended the defendant, and so there are shades of the Joe McGinniss-style dilemma of a writer getting too close to the story. To Finkel's credit, he doesn't spare himself, and he used the experience to help figure out traits of his own personality.

3. My Father's War by Julia Collins. I stumbled over this book while looking for a completely differene one. We hear a lot of grandiose stuff about the Greatest Generations -- and it's true: that generation suffered and triumphed over World War II, changing America (and the world) forever. But what makes this book so interesting is that it gives us a glimpse of the toll that those achievements took on the ordinary men and women who were part of the Great Generation -- and the price paid by their children. Collins' father was drafted while a student at Yale. He fought in the Japanese theater, including the brutal fighting on Okinawa. His wartime experiences affected him profoundly, and Collins weaves together his memories of the war with her memories of growing up as the daughter of two deeply-troubled parents. Her father suffered from what would now be diagnosed as post-traumatic stress disorder, but forty years ago, no one had ever heard of that or knew what to do. Especially compelling when you relate it to all of the Iraq veterans out there.

4. Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife by Mary Roach. I enjoyed Roach's earlier book but for some reason, didn't finish this one. The topic was interesting -- an examination of a random assortment of phenomena pertaining to life after death, including the doctor who weighed terminal patients at the moment of death to determine if a sudden drop of weight indicated the departure of a soul. For some reason, I found it too bogged down in detail to get sucked in.

As always, feel free to recommend some recent good books you've read in the comments -- I'm always looking for new stuff to read.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Photography

One thing that has consistently tortured me since I started handdyeing is trying to photograph the yarns and fibers so as to do them justice. I am painfully aware that I just don't know enough about photography to be able to do this properly, and I am constantly taking and retaking photos in different settings, with different light sources. I even got one of those little white light tent thingies to see if that would help me take better photos. (It didn't. It looked like I was taking photos on the inside of a parachute. A very wrinkled parachute.)

So recently I discovered a Ravelry group called "Yarnographers" which was designed for people like me.




The focus of the group is on learning more about one's camera and how to take better, more interesting photographs of one's yarns, fibers and knitted projects.



I started by printing out sections of the User's Manual for my camera so I could get to know some of the less obvious functions of my camera. Then I began playing with some of the tips that the Yarnographers suggested.



The photographs in this post are some of the ones I've taken in the past week using info I learned from the Yarnographers group. I still have a ways to go, but at least I am starting to capture a fraction of the gradations of color in my yarns, and the overall quality of light seems better. (By the way, these are all photos of BBF Chunky Wool, about 475 yds a skein, knitting at around 3.5 sts per inch or so, well-priced (if I do say so myself) at $40 a skein. Except the last one which is the Blue-Faced Leicester Superwash Sock yarn...



Diane snagged the BFL rainbow skein, but I like the photo of it so I'm including it even though it's a bit of a tease.)

The willingness of the knitting community to use the Internet to share their knowledge repeatedly astounds me. And although I understand why there is some resistance to people providing technical information and patterns and other valuable services for free through the Web, I would hate to see the knitting community lose this vibrant exchange of ideas that the on-line knitting world provides.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Joyeuse Fete des Lapins! (Happy Bun-day!)

Okay, Ve-Ve, correct my lame French up there, but Happy Easter to all who are celebrating it.



We provided you with a fuzzy bunny in our last post; today here is Griffin the Goat, courtesy of faithful reader Mindy.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Make mine chocolate, please!

At the risk of sounding preachy, it is time for my annual reminder about giving live animals as Easter gifts: please don't. Each year, clueless people bring home fuzzy widdle bunnies and each year, the buns end up at animal shelters a few days later. Bunnies are wonderful, wonderful pets -- but like all pets, they shouldn't be brought home on impulse. (The same goes for chicks.) If you are seriously considering adding a bun to your family, check out the Interactive Bun, from the Make Mine Chocolate website, which gives you some practical information to decide if a bun is right for your household.




P.S. Um, don't give chocolate to bunnies -- it's no good for them. Charcoal will get a couple of plain cheerios...

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

A terrible anniversary

Five years ago, George Dubya Bush led this country on a fool's errand into Iraq. He did so by lying to us. Here are some statistics:

U.S. Fatalities: 3,990
U.S. Casualties: 40,229
Iraqi Fatalities: Unknown
Iraqi Casualties: Unknown
Cost: $504,000,000,000.00

Those statistics do not hint at the damage and devastation this war has wrought. The number of American soldiers who survived the war, but now join the legions of walking wounded grappling with post-traumatic stress. The families of these soldiers, who suffer daily whether their loved ones are home, still serving in the Middle East or deceased. The incalculable damage on our country and its standing in the world. The introduction of al Qaeda into Iraq where they were not before Bush's invasion. The deeply felt cynicism that people like me feel toward a president that would betray the sacred trust that comes with the power to send our troops into war.

I am embarrassed to say that I believed the Bush administration when they said there were weapons of mass destruction. I now know that I was being lied to by the government, abetted by a half-ass media too intimidated by the administration to speak out or too lazy to do their jobs. I am ashamed of them. And I will never make the mistake of believing a word that comes from George Bush's mouth again.

Please remember all the victims of this ill-begotten war today. Please resolve to fight against the forces of greed and corruption that have taken over our government. It's time for a change -- a fundamental, profound and lasting change in our government. And if anybody claims that Barack Obama is a handsome lightweight, or is not yet "ready" to assume the mantle of leadership in Washington, then sit down and read the words he spoke five years ago, words that are frightening in their prescience and that still ring true today:

"Good afternoon. Let me begin by saying that although this has been billed as an anti-war rally, I stand before you as someone who is not opposed to war in all circumstances. The Civil War was one of the bloodiest in history, and yet it was only through the crucible of the sword, the sacrifice of multitudes, that we could begin to perfect this union, and drive the scourge of slavery from our soil. I don't oppose all wars.

My grandfather signed up for a war the day after Pearl Harbor was bombed, fought in Patton's army. He saw the dead and dying across the fields of Europe; he heard the stories of fellow troops who first entered Auschwitz and Treblinka. He fought in the name of a larger freedom, part of that arsenal of democracy that triumphed over evil, and he did not fight in vain.

I don't oppose all wars. After September 11th, after witnessing the carnage and destruction, the dust and the tears, I supported this administration's pledge to hunt down and root out those who would slaughter innocents in the name of intolerance, and I would willingly take up arms myself to prevent such tragedy from happening again. I don't oppose all wars. And I know that in this crowd today, there is no shortage of patriots, or of patriotism.

What I am opposed to is a dumb war. What I am opposed to is a rash war. What I am opposed to is the cynical attempt by Richard Perle and Paul Wolfowitz and other armchair, weekend warriors in this administration to shove their own ideological agendas down our throats, irrespective of the costs in lives lost and in hardships borne.

What I am opposed to is the attempt by political hacks like Karl Rove to distract us from a rise in the uninsured, a rise in the poverty rate, a drop in the median income - to distract us from corporate scandals and a stock market that has just gone through the worst month since the Great Depression. That's what I'm opposed to. A dumb war. A rash war. A war based not on reason but on passion, not on principle but on politics.

Now let me be clear - I suffer no illusions about Saddam Hussein. He is a brutal man. A ruthless man. A man who butchers his own people to secure his own power. He has repeatedly defied UN resolutions, thwarted UN inspection teams, developed chemical and biological weapons, and coveted nuclear capacity. He's a bad guy. The world, and the Iraqi people, would be better off without him.

But I also know that Saddam poses no imminent and direct threat to the United States, or to his neighbors, that the Iraqi economy is in shambles, that the Iraqi military a fraction of its former strength, and that in concert with the international community he can be contained until, in the way of all petty dictators, he falls away into the dustbin of history. I know that even a successful war against Iraq will require a US occupation of undetermined length, at undetermined cost, with undetermined consequences. I know that an invasion of Iraq without a clear rationale and without strong international support will only fan the flames of the Middle East, and encourage the worst, rather than best, impulses of the Arab world, and strengthen the recruitment arm of Al Qaeda.

I am not opposed to all wars. I'm opposed to dumb wars.

So for those of us who seek a more just and secure world for our children, let us send a clear message to the President today. You want a fight, President Bush? Let's finish the fight with Bin Laden and Al Qaeda, through effective, coordinated intelligence, and a shutting down of the financial networks that support terrorism, and a homeland security program that involves more than color-coded warnings.

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's fight to make sure that the UN inspectors can do their work, and that we vigorously enforce a non-proliferation treaty, and that former enemies and current allies like Russia safeguard and ultimately eliminate their stores of nuclear material, and that nations like Pakistan and India never use
the terrible weapons already in their possession, and that the arms merchants in
our own country stop feeding the countless wars that rage across the globe.

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's fight to make sure our so-called allies in the Middle East, the Saudis and the Egyptians, stop oppressing their own
people, and suppressing dissent, and tolerating corruption and inequality, and
mismanaging their economies so that their youth grow up without education,
without prospects, without hope, the ready recruits of terrorist cells.

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's fight to wean ourselves off Middle East oil,
through an energy policy that doesn't simply serve the interests of Exxon and
Mobil. Those are the battles that we need to fight. Those are the battles that
we willingly join. The battles against ignorance and intolerance. Corruption and
greed. Poverty and despair.

The consequences of war are dire, the sacrifices immeasurable. We may have occasion in our lifetime to once again rise up in defense of our freedom, and pay the wages of war. But we ought not -- we will not -- travel down that hellish path blindly. Nor should we allow those who would march off and pay the ultimate sacrifice, who would prove the full measure of devotion with their blood, to make such an awful sacrifice in vain."

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Holy crap, I'm 43!

Okay, that was a really nasty bout of flu, and I still feel unbelievably tired, but today is my 43rd birthday, and before I even had my first coffee, I'd had confetti made of construction paper thrown upon me and then this was unfurled:






I've got a manuscript due tomorrow and lots of yarn to wind, so I'm off to start catching up!

Monday, March 10, 2008

I raise my bleary head from my sick bed to say...

if you live in Pennsylvania, March 24th is the deadline for registering to vote.

If you are registered already as an Independent, know that YOU CANNOT VOTE IN THE PRIMARY. Pennsylvania has what is called a "closed" primary. In order to vote in the primary, you must be registered with one party or the other. In other words, you must be registered as a republican (and then you only vote in the republican primary) OR a democrat and then you only may vote in the democratic primary.

For the forms you need to register or switch affiliation from Independent, go here.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Sick Bay

Now I am sick, too. Bronchitis, maybe flu or some virus on top of it. It's ugly. Hopefully we'll be on the mend soon.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

I got Knothin'.

Elvis got strep this week and now G. has it. Can N. be far behind?

So basically, I've got nothin'.

Except some good Knews: A knew knitting magazine called Knotions, courtesy of SavannahChik. Jody is a smart cookie and a kick-ass knitter, so I'm really looking forward to seeing what develops at Knotions.

In the meantime, the only other thing I can offer you is Bunneh Schnozz:



Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Recent conversations around my house

Tom: We really have to fix that broken towel rack before Franklin gets here.


Carol: Does your old Mac notebook still work?
Tom: No.
Carol: We better get it fixed before Franklin comes -- he prefers a Mac.
Tom: If he brings his own, he'll be able to use our wireless internet!


Elvis: Am I going to like Franklin?
Tom: Of course! I like him and I've never even met him.
Carol: Plus if you're nice to him, he'll teach you curse words in Latin.


As you may or may not know, when Franklin makes his Philadelphia-area debut at Wool Gathering for the 1,000 Knitters Project, the weekend of April 19th, he will be staying with me. Me, me, me! Nanny-nanny-poo-poo! [insert raspberry sound]

Don't worry, I shall share.

A little bit.

But I am excited.

A lot. (Scroll way, way down to the bottom of my blog to see exactly HOW excited I am.)


Tom: Do you think there will be screaming hordes of knitters running up and down our street, like when they chase Ringo in that Beatles movie?
Carol: Maybe I better call the township to see if we can borrow some traffic cones.

Monday, March 03, 2008

The Guillotine Birdfeeder

My husband has already suggested that I've become the "Erma Bombeck of knitting blogs," but I shall ignore unhelpful comments from the peanut gallery.

Saturday, I looked out at the birdfeeder in my backyard. "Oh look," I thought to myself cheerfully, "that gray bird is really enjoying a winter snack!"

A few hours later, I glanced out back again. "Wow! That bird is back again, enjoying the best birdseed Target has to offer!"

The next morning, I saw that the bird was back again. In the exact same position. Not moving.

I know a dead bird when I see one, and this bird was definitely dead. [Passed on! He was no more! He had ceased to be! Expired and gone to meet his maker! A stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! He's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!!]

My birdfeeder guillotined him.

We have really cheeky squirrels and this was described as a squirrel-proof model. A little flap allows lightweight birds to get seed but a heavy squirrel makes the flap come down. Apparently this poor birdie found some way to get his head stuck in the flap at just the wrong time.

(This led Tom to speculate that what made the birdfeeder squirrel-proof was the prompt appearance of a dead bird stuck to the feeder. Who'd want to eat after staring into the glassy eyes of a poor dead sparrow? But personally, I don't think our piggy squirrels would let a minor detail like that stop them. They are that greedy.)

Being that I want only to feed the birds, not kill them, I put on my rubber gloves


and threw the whole damn thing away.


We'll try again today, with a less bloodthirsty model.