This afternoon, while sitting in Starbucks, I finished my socks for the Martha Stewart Challenge. Of course, it is my day off, so I had Amy Rose with me and loads of distraction, corraling her and keeping her from breaking things, bumping into people and spilling coffee all over the place. (Other peoples\’, not hers!)

I came straight home and recruited my husband and son to take some pics for the submission as the sun is so nice on the back of our house at the end of the day. We set up a little photo shoot by the patio door and voila! I am happy. I am also happy that the socks fit into my Danskos. : ) 

I plan on wearing these socks a lot! I even have an itching to make another pair–they are very fast to make, considering that I am not exactly known for my \”speed\” knitting and I made 2 pairs in 2.5 weeks.

If they do not win in the contest, I will be putting together a pattern, as I kept good notes while knitting.

This is the best yeast bread recipe I have made!

Czech/Bohemian Braided Egg Bread – \”Houska\”

I made this for my family for Easter tomorrow. I made a double batch, which is good, because we can already tell it will be addicting and we have to share it between 12 people tomorrow!!

I got the free recipe at About.com. Here is the specific recipe link.

I omitted the golden raisins and instead minced a large container of candied cherries in my food processor. I added them to the batter instead. I did reserve about a 1/4 cup of the cherries for a glaze, not included in the recipe.

My glaze was about 4 cups of powdered sugar to 4 tablespoons of warm water and the cherries. I brushed it on when the bread first came out of the oven and was VERY hot.

The bread is very slightly pink inside, but is sweet and doesn\’t taste like the cherries. They add only a very slight and occasional flavor.

Glad I made 4. One for me, 3 for the other 11 people on Easter.

I have a good friend named Linda who had a few words of wisdom the other day. She said, \”You know why middle aged women begin to gain so much weight, don\’t you?\” I looked at her, thinking of all the scientific evidence for weight gain as we age, loss of muscle mass, etc. As I was puzzling over an answer, she interrupted my thoughts. She smiled and said, \”By now, we have become so good at cooking that we can\’t resist our own food!\”

Maybe she\’s right. But, oh! It tastes so good.

Now, if you will excuse me, my coffee is waiting and my bread is still warm. ; )

Happy, blessed Easter, my friends.



Annie and the infamous mitts

 The other night, my husband and I had a nice long dinner with a very old friend. You know, the kind of person that knows your life history–and still likes you. These are the people with whom you can share anything and feel comfortable. You can take latitudes that you could not take in other conversations; you can brag a little, tell too-long stories to a willing audience, and you can even talk about negative things, knowing that the receiver of the story will not judge you to be, well, negative. Big picture, that is.

After a little bragging and too-long story telling at dinner the other night with our friend, the conversation took a little negative turn. Everyone started sharing stories of bad customer service. The idea was even floated by some in the room that some younger people today may not be as competent at good customer service as people in days gone by.

For a moment, I briefly, vaguely, remembered my own parents telling these sorts of stories when I was a child. I wondered if judging the young was just part of the aging process.

The stories of rude service went on, each person trying to out-do the others with the next one. The final story, that seemed to crown all the others, was of a very young woman working at a local, very old, Portland bar. The story went that she stood alone behind the bar, texting and looking at her phone while customers waited on her alone to take their orders. The feeling the storyteller conveyed was that she was just too busy with personal things to be bothered with the people that were keeping the business open–thus keeping her job alive. And what about tips? Didn\’t she need some to pay that texting bill?

Everyone laughed. It was definitely painted as a ridiculous scene, outrageous and the likes of which maybe never to be witnessed again. 

When dinner, drinks, storytelling and catching up were spent, our little group dispersed, going our own ways.

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The very next day was the book club meeting at the library for my 12-year-old daughter and me. She always read the monthly book, and I almost never did. But it was a fun activity and we had been doing it for several months. On that particular Tuesday night, I thought it would be fun to get dinner together to extend the evening.

When Annie, my daughter, was very young, we used to go to the local grocery/variety store to get lunch sometimes. They had a little deli there with some tables. She called this \”taking a break,\” and eating there made her feel grown up, as she saw other adults–many of them store employees–eating their lunches in this little area. So we decided that we should \”take a break\” that Tuesday night before book club, just for fun.

As we approached the deli counter, we saw several people working behind the counter, many of whom I did not recognize. I thought that maybe they had hired some new people. They were mostly male and all of them young. Instantly, I thought of the customer service conversation from the previous night. Just for a moment, I wondered how these young, new boys would do with service. None of them had a cell phone. Check. I laughed to myself for a moment, then I moved to order.

A nice young man, tall and slight with dark hair and brown eyes, maybe just out of high school, said, \”Can I help you?\” He followed up his question by doing a good job getting our order. He was polite and sweet, even though I could tell he wasn\’t quite sure where everything was yet. He smiled apolegetically when he took a little too long finding the jo jo potatoes.

We all moved to the cash register so Annie and I could pay–he on his side of the counter, and we on ours. I had my giant knitting bag with me, which also contained my wallet. At the register, I fumbled around in the bag, which I had plopped unceremoniously onto the very small counter. It nearly took up the whole space. The young man smiled and quietly slid our order backwards to accomodate me.  I struggled to find my money, and had to quickly remove my fingerless mitts as they were getting in the way of my crazy digging. Now I was getting embarrassed. At least no one was behind us. I tossed my gloves into my bag and, with freer fingers, finally produced my cash.

We paid and I clumsily removed my big bag. I almost forgot the food. As we said \”thank you,\” I laughed to myself, embarrassed, that I had been worried about the employees. In reality, I would probably be the butt of the lunchroom joke that night, labeled as the crazy older woman with a kid and one of those weird, huge bags of crap.

Annie and I found a table and started eating our dinner.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone approaching. It was the young man from the deli counter. He said, \”Excuse me,\” I looked up, puzzled. \”Did you lose this?\”

He produced a single fingerless mitt. My favorite Malabrigo mitt. He had no idea how upset I would have been if it were lost. How I would fret over the money and time I had spent on it. It fit perfectly and I would have had to make a new pair, or at least another single mitt. What about the dye lot? Would a new yarn even match the old?

I was speechless. He had sought me out, just to give me a glove. For all he knew, we could have gone shopping elsewhere in the store. He could have assumed that we were long gone and just tossed it in the lost and found. And he didn\’t have to pay such close attention to what I was wearing–he was clearly focused on us. No self-absorption here.

I looked up at this boy. I reached out for the mitt. All I could say was \”Oh! Thank you!\” He just turned and left. I sat there, feeling humility. And a restoration of faith.

When the world seems weary, such a good deed really does shine. Yes, indeed.

 My Martha Stewart merino wool came just as scheduled. This allowed me to get right to work on the \”real\” pair for the Martha Stewart project contest.

It took me 3 evenings and a few stolen daytime hours to complete the final design for this sock.

I decided on cables for every other wide rib, with one going straight down the back like a seam. The instep side has one of the wider ribs to make the top of the foot more comfortable inside a shoe.

These fit really nicely into my Dansko Mary Janes and, as soon as the second sock is done, I will be doing a \”photo shoot\” for the contest.

The toe is a traditional style, with the typical decreases, and is closed at the end using kitchener stitch. I continued the instep pattern down the toe as long as I could, eliminating elements as room was no longer available. I hope I can finish the second one by Sunday, just for peace of mind. The online entries are due next Thursday, April 12th. By midnight. Hope I am not pushing it!

The top of \”Beadboard Beach Socks\”

I was on Ravelry the other day, as I often am, and was snooping around the forums. (I say \”snooping\” because I was not adding comments, just reading. Maybe it is more like \”lurking,\” but hopefully without the creepy factor.)

In one of the forums, I noticed what seemed to be an off-hand comment within a side conversation about a Martha Stewart contest. This piqued my interest as I used to get her magazine for years and, not withstanding her legal and incarceration troubles, I do enjoy the style of the image they project with their brand. Heck, I myself have definitely made my personal share of her recipes and paper crafts.

I thought about my Martha Stewart crafts from the past as I gazed for a moment at the forum comment, then  I suddenly remembered that I had seen the new Martha Stewart yarn line at Fred Meyer recently, a local \”everything\” store here in the Northwest. I read on.

There apparently was a contest for the best project made from the new Martha Stewart line of crafty yarns.

I went to the website for the contest and I thought, why not? I have just as much of a chance as anyone else, haven\’t I? As long as it doesn\’t take me 6 months to complete something, I might be okay for a contest deadline …. Considering the approximate $2,000 value of first prize, it seemed worth it. I looked up the deadline.

The legal page, or \”contest rules\” page, for the contest is very long. It\’s one of those writings that contain very few paragraphs and lots of nearly run-on sentences. It had too many words. In any other type of writing it would be considered grammatically incorrect. In short, it is confusing. I thought I saw a date of April 25, assumed it was the contest deadline, and skipped over the rest. Excited with anticipation, I went hunting for yarn.

Crazy swatch before I got new yarn in a wool/cotton wosrted weight. MS offers nothing smaller than worsted.

I started my hunt on the website that had all the new M.S. yarns from Lion Brand. There were a few unusual yarns: one called \”Mambo,\” which I thought looked more like dred locks than yarn, and a \”fun\” yarn called \”Glitter Eyelash.\” These were not for me. For a moment I wondered if they fit the traditional understated sophistication that the Martha Stewart brand represented, even in color they felt \”off,\” the styles and colors are really pretty wild. The rest of the yarns were more like what I had expected to find: an alpaca mix, a roving wool, a soft wool blend and a merino wool, and all in muted, soft, classic tones.

After poking around the yarns and the \”rules\” page on the Lion Brand site, I headed to the Martha Stewart website. There were lots of patterns and info there. I searched for ideas. There weren\’t many sock patterns, so….

I looked at the merino wool. It was the best of what was offered for sock knitting. I quickly sketched up a pattern that I thought might work–I thought it would be fun to try the first thing that popped into my head–after all, what could I lose? I spent a couple of evenings swatching some ideas.

Tried a smaller yarn, just to see the pattern.  Didn\’t like the twisted rib on this–looks like a baby bootie, which is cute, but not for a grown up. The two colors weren\’t working for me, either. I also tried slate on cream, but 1991 called and wanted its colors back, so that swatch is not pictured.

Once I thought I had something that would work, I made a few phone calls before heading out to the craft stores.

LYS\’s would probably not carry this yarn, as I thought it had a \”LYS yarn in your big box store\” sort of feel to all the marketing, so I did not call any of them. (If any of you are carrying this yarn, my apologies.) Lots of the places I did call–Michaels, Craft Warehouse, etc.–had the yarn, but the folks I spoke to seemed unsure about the merino wool variety. I got a lot of, \”Well, I see a lot of wool back there, but I am not sure what kind it is ….\”

Pair number one. Very cozy! Made them 14 inches long to the heel, so they come all the way up to the knee.

So, I headed out to check it out. Already-long story short, no one here in the Portland market had the merino wool. Everyone had the blends and the roving, but that\’s it. I picked up Debbie Stoller\’s single ply peruvian wool for about $5 a skein to practice a design and headed back home to my computer to order some yarn online.

As I clicked the \”complete order\” button at Overstock.com–they had the best online price at $5.41/skein, plus shipping–I thought I had better recheck the deadline for the contest. After all, I had hastily jumped in to it all. I went back to the confusing legal document, trying to untangle the spaghetti-like writing. The date I had seen earlier, the April 25th date, was the day they would announce the winner! The deadline for submission was April 12. I had been wrong. Worse, I lost about 13 days of knitting. Worst of all, I had designed a pair of knee highs. Even if I finished the sample pattern in the Debbie Stoller wool, I would have to start all over again in the correct yarn for the contest.

I like the decreases on the twisted knit stitches, but I think I will add cables on every other rib on the final version–the decreases on the ribs almost look like mistakes.

After I swallowed my heart out of my throat and back into my chest, I thought for a second. This current day of reckoning was March 24th. Even if I got the yarn on April 1st (impossible since that was a Sunday, which also meant another weekend was lost for knitting….) I had 11 days to work on the final product. Of course, I would have to recheck the gauge and make a swatch with the new yarn, too, so I calculated the risk-benefit including that information.

I decided to just go for it. It\’s an adventure and, even if I don\’t win, I will have a new pattern, two pairs of cozy socks ( I already love the first pair) and only at the cost of a lot of sleep and probably no dinners for my family for about two weeks.

Last look at the post office site showed that my yarn will be here Monday, April.

Taking a deep breath, and here I go! Good luck to any of you doing this, too!

Hello, Lens Friends!

After much consideration, I have decided that Portland, Oregon, is the theme for this year\’s giveaway.

I am a Portland native, and have lived here most of my life. As a child, I always felt distaste for my great state of Oregon (say, \”OH-ruh-gun,\” and you will sound like a native, too. : )  ), but through my twenties I moved around a bit and, while I will always have a craving to live simultaneously in Minnesota due an acquired mad crush on the midwestern U.S., I now am proud and grateful to call the Great Northwest my home.

Therefore, this year I would like to honor a very wonderful knitwear designer who also happens to live here in my hometown of Portland, Laura Irwin.

I will be giving away her book, Boutique Knits, one month from now. I saw her book, and several examples of the knitwear therein, at Close Knit on Alberta Street here in Portland during the Rose City Yarn Crawl. It was vintage, beautiful, clever and stunning. The patterns were mosly small projects, so one could make several if one were inclined! My friends and I were oooing and awwing at it, and we found ourselves returning to the sample table again and again to see the clever designs. (Did I mention they were clever?)

You can also check out the book on Laura\’s etsy shop, or at Amazon for more photos and information.

To enter the giveaway, just follow the blog! You can do so on Google reader (or other readers, I have seen a few other than Google), Google friend connect, email, Kindle, etc. If you already follow the blog, just leave a comment below or like The Knitting Muse on Facebook! For more chances to win, take as many actions as you like. Then, please email me at my personal email, janwin98@comcast.net so that I know you entered and how many times.

You do not need to live in the U.S. to enter.

During the month of April, I will be featuring more about Laura Irwin and other local designers, Portland Yarn Shops and other little interesting tidbits about our city. For example, did you know that Pine State Biscuits–featured on The Food Network–is right next to Close Knits LYS? In Portland, you can have your biscuits with a side of fiber!

Happy happy knitting, my friends, and thank you so very much for reading my little blog : )

Janelle of The Knitting Muse



I hope to release \”Diagonally\” by fall for Halloween knitting, along with a few other sock patterns.

Remember that thing I talked about a while back, the whole \”journey into sock design…hopefully?\” I have neglected to keep anyone interested (yes, all 2 of you…) apprised of my doings.

First, let me say that the learning curve for sock design has been steep, but worth every steep step–as far as personal satisfaction goes, anyway. And, like any other project in life, it has been more time consuming and more expensive than expected. It\’s sort of like those home improvement project stories you might hear from time to time.

You know, those stories that begin something like this: \”We are really excited to add on a sun room to the back of our house.\” They follow with further justification: \”It will be a great investment! We will be able to really enjoy our back yard then.\” They embellish: \”I have furniture already on order for the sun room. That way, once it\’s done–and it shouldn\’t take us more than a few weeks–we won\’t have to wait to use it.\”

A few weeks pass and the story changes. \”It\’s taking longer than we first thought, but even if it\’s a little slow, it will be worth it!\” Then, \”Well, John is doing better after that last trip to the emergency room. They think the feeling will return to his reattached fingers within a few months…\” Finally, \”I think we will hire a contractor for the rest. We can still use the room next year…\”

While I still have all of my fingers, nails, most of my hair (some has been pulled out…) and have only broken 3 bamboo dpn\’s (the most painful of which was the breakage of a new Lantern Moon needle), I think I am on my way. Maybe.

Since Sock Summit, I have been playing around with patterns for a lightning motif that winds around the leg. After lots of fiddling with ideas, yarns and tons of recycled graph paper, I think I finally have what I wanted. 





\”Beautiful Tricks,\” coming out hopefully with Diagonally. This lightning motif is a little different. It didn\’t work on Diagonlly, but works for me in a column design.

It started with a stitch pattern on Socks that Rock, but that pattern was too close together for this particular project.

I separated the YO\’s with an in-between knitted row, which was great, but I could not figure out how to \”twist\” it neatly around in a spiral. Enter Cookie A\’s pattern, Rick, for her brother of the same name. Examining the structure of the chart, I could see that she was adding a decrease at the beginning of certain rounds and an increase at then ends.

This was completely irritating because I had been having an ongoing problem all along with the pattern on the foot. Long story short, when trying to put a diagonal pattern on the top of the foot only, I was incidentally putting decreases at the start of what we could call the \”lace panel\” and increases at the end. This was causing the panel to move off center and, instead of recognizing that this concept could have spiraled the leg of the pattern, I instead focused on keeping it centered on the foot/instep.

Consequently, instead of recognizing that what I wanted was accidentally discovered–and not used–months ago, I put the work down long before Christmas (mostly to make gifts) and it was only recently that I picked it up again and had an \”aha!\’ moment.

Regardless of my frustration, it worked out and I like what I have.

The first incarnation of this pattern was in Blue Moon, as I said. Then, since the pattern was originally for my daughter, Annie–the lover all things Harry Potter–I made it again in her choice of yarn, which was self-striping.

This obscures the pattern and it was not my intention to make a sample sock with stripes. So, I turned to Smooshy Dream in Color. For some reason, I like purple for this pattern as Harry Potter seems to conjure this color for me when I think of the stories.

Here it is in purple Smooshy. This will be written for a regular, calf-height sock:

Contrasting yarns: Dream in Color Smooshy on top at about 7 stitches per inch on size 1dpn\’s and Sensations Bamboo Ewe on the bottom in stripes and 9 stitches per inch on size 1\’s.

Finally, I have sketches for this, as a knee high, in a more stitch-definition friendly yarn, Madelintosh Merino Light in \”Wicked.\”

I actually think this will be the best version of the pattern.

Now I just have to make the other sock spiraling in the other direction. Hopefully it will not take me until August to figure it out.

Comments and suggestions are welcome! Please feel free to make them.

Thank for reading!

I originallly started the blog, in part, to practice–and just enjoy–writing. Of course, the blog has taken on a life of its own for me–as all such very personal projects seem to do. Here was my first entry. It tells the story of how and why I started knitting. Sometimes very strange doors open to very wonderful hallways. Read on. You might just relate…

Why knitting?

It had never even crossed my mind. Well, that\’s not entirely true. My grandmother–like so many grandmothers before her–tried to entice me into knitting with a pair of green, warped size 8 plastic Boyle knitting needles and a family heirloom slipper pattern. But it was not to be. As an 8 year old, I–like so many 8 year olds before me–became quickly frustrated as the yarn repeatedly slipped off the needles as I tried to work it, dropping my stitches and ultimately culminating in nothing more than a pile of tangled acrylic yarn on the bedroom floor. No slippers for me. At least not from my own needles.

Flash forward 30 years…

Entering our annual church bazaar, we knew what we would find–everyone does. There were handmade candles, ornaments, cookies, quilts–so many knitted and crocheted items. Dozens of them. My husband and I made it a point to attend this event every year faithfully. We wanted to support local craftswomen and men who spent so much time and effort to bring us such affordable and beautiful creations–many of which are sold to raise money for good causes.

As the familiar old-church-fellowship-hall smell–now mingling with holiday bayberry and pumpkin spices–enveloped us upon entering, we began to wander around the crowded tables, most of them practically overflowing with colorful items crowded together and stacked high. Browsing was an incredibly slow process as shoppers would crowd and thin, ebb and flow around each banquet table and slender aisle. There was a lot of standing and waiting to get to each display. I was glad we didn\’t have a stroller with us….yet.

I was about five and a half months pregnant with our sixth child–Amy Rose to be, our sixth of \”yours, mine and ours.\” I was not new to pregnancy, but because she was the sixth, I was also not so young, either. We had planned on staying as long as we could, but since I had been pretty sick and uncomfortable through the whole thing, I had mentally planned on being ok with leaving the bazaar a little earlier than usual–just this one time. Then we wandered into one of the outlying rooms, new to the event this year.

The church hall, with its narrow space and long, low ceiling lined in multi-colored fluorescent lights, was not quite large enough any more for all of the vendors in attendance. The once small country church had an ever-growing population from within and from without. This year, the bazaar planners decided to use some of the classrooms outside the main hall for booths. They contained, of course, more of the same bazaar fair. But they also contained something unexpected.

As we wandered into the first, then second classroom, we started talking about leaving soon. We had purchased a few candles, some organic soaps from a local farm, and a handmade quilt from the Catholic daughters with flannel bears and lovely stitching. We had almost run out of hands for carrying things. That\’s when we heard Mona.

It was a distinctive voice coming from the third classroom. I listened to the voice getting louder as we approached it, dense and German, high and pitchy. Elderly?

Behind a table on the left wall was a strong, short, thickening woman with hair straight out of a red bottle of dimestore dye. Her red lips were thin and bright, threatening to leave their feathery boundaries and any moment. Her small, brilliant blue eyes shone from behind trendy purple metallic bifocals. Or were they trifocals? I judged her to be at least 75, probably more–she was clearly well kept.

She stood silently for a moment, hands neatly behind her back. She gazed at no one in particular. She just stood.

As my husband and I neared her table, she barely smiled. She just maintained a pleasant expression and I wasn\’t sure if she even saw us. But I saw her. And I saw the lovely things behind her, hanging on her wall.

On display, there was a darling layette: hat, booties, sweater, clearly handmade. The yarn was probably acrylic with little pink sparkles. I didn\’t recognize the stitches then, but now I can report that the fabric had an interesting grid texture that stood out from its background. It was a result of cleverly alternated knits and purls, exacting in their clarity.

Not meaning to say it out loud, I breathed out, \”I could never make something like that…\” I just couldn\’t hide my awe.

Suddenly, a hand reached up and snatched my left wrist. It was her. The red lip lady. Her eyes were brighter than ever, if that were possible.

\”You can do this.\”

I stared at her for a moment, stunned. \”I don\’t know. It\’s so beautiful…\” I was at a loss for words.

\”Yes, you can!\” She still held my arm. I squeezed the quilt in my right arm closer. She was so certain, almost severe. I began to wonder what was happening.

\”You go to JoAnn\’s Fabrics, you buy the book, you buy the yarn and you do it.\”

She was insistent. She was sure. She seemed to be trying to transfer secret knowledge from herself to me through squeezing my arm. Was there an electricity forming between us? Some secret knitting bond?

\”When I was a child in Germany, I used two pencils and learned to knit. I knitted scarves, socks, sweaters. And lace. They don\’t make patterns for lace like they used to.\”

What did this all mean? Was I supposed to be knitting? Was I ever going to get my arm back? Did the baby just kick? Was this turning into some Jedi-Yoda moment? Was she going to call me \”grasshopper\” next?

A vacuum was forming, a tunnel. I lost all peripheral vision. I expected at any moment that she was going to blindfold me, give me a pair of knitting needles and hurl yarn balls at me, commanding me to use my mind to deflect them.

By this time, the red lady had stopped talking, I got her name–Mona–and that she had been knitting for about 175 years. Rough estimate. She just kept staring at me, as if she was waiting for me to understand something. Something really, really important.

I stared back.

Nothing.

Then, she suddenly relaxed–as if all the necessary information had been transferred from her to me. I looked at her. I didn\’t buy the layette.

I stiffly told her it was nice to meet her. My husband and I left. Then, wandering as if in a dream, we went to JoAnn\’s and bought the commanded book. My husband picked out the yarn. We didn\’t know how to figure out how much to buy, so we just sort of eyeballed it and bought a few skeins of brown and pink verigated Red Heart Sport acrylic. Probably too much.

I was in a trance, a glorious, blissful trance. Something had happened, something wonderful. Was it so big and life altering that it would surpass my love for my husband, family and friends? Even God? Of course not. But meaning can be found in so many places–it may even poke you with a light saber. Sometimes things happen that can only add to your deepest contentments. Enrich you in ways you never realized.

Joseph Campbell, American philosopher said, \”To find your own way is to follow your bliss. This involves watching yourself and seeing where real deep bliss is–not the quick little excitement, but the real deep, life-filling bliss.\”

Sometimes we just need a little help to get there.

Watch for it. Find your bliss. You never know where it might be. Or if you are missing it all along.

Let\’s start our year end celebration with a question: what the heck is \”The Knitting Muse\” supposed to be, anyway?

In a blog that I know is filled with stories, pseudo-reports on local events, and sprinkled with real knitting and thoughts for my personal future regarding knitting, it is probably challenging sometimes to discern what I mean for this blog to be.  So let\’s shed some light on my goals for this blog.

Here is one thing I cannot do: Be another Stephanie Pearl-McPhee.  While I do love writing and knitting, I am sub-par in this category. My best writing \”talent\” is probably the same one I have in life: I can turn a conversation about any subject into one about myself. This sometimes creates a sort of weird, Janelle-might-really-think-she-is-the-center-of-the-universe vibe. While I am really attempting to relate to the outside world with personal anecdotes, I don\’t know if it hits the mark, and I am not exactly ready for prime time.

And even if I master the writing end, I will probably never have the chops to match the Y.H. when it comes to breakneck speed knitting with accuracy that could be likened to that which was required for Robin Hood\’s arrow to split another arrow down the center at target practice. Even knitting for the rest of my life (which I fully intend to do) will never get me there–some have \”it\” and some don\’t.

And let\’s face it: no one wants a poor imitation of anything. And I hope The Knitting Muse is never that.

When I decided on the title of the blog, it was for several reasons.

First, The Muses are the mythological ladies that, according to ancient Greece, inspire art and literature, among other things. Let me say here that I was not trying to say in the title of the blog that I alone posess a special connection with these creatures of old. Neither do I mean to imply that I am like them, inspiring others in some ethereal, lofty way in their knitterly journeys. Let\’s face it, I am more like an Imp than a Muse–I am more likely to create mischief and chaos than inspiration.  And while we\’re being honest, I will admit that my impishness can even become harpi-like at times, especially on Saturday mornings–pre-coffee–that follow full work weeks.

But before this conversation becomes hopelessly dark, let\’s take a little turn.

The Knitting Muse, while I hope is at least mildly entertaining to people, is a place to talk about knitting. To muse about knitting and life from a knitter\’s perspective. I love recounting my journey–and sometimes the journeys of others–into this wonderful world that I have now been venturing ever-farther into for three and a half years, now.

Finally, if there is any inspiration to be had in this blog, I hope it for those who struggle–for new knitters and those considering the lifestyle. (I say lifestyle because, for most of us, knitting consumes our thoughts, and is impossible to call knitting a mere \”hobby\”) It is an important skill to be able to struggle and make it through an endeavor. With each new effort, there should be a renewed faith–an increased confidence–that the struggle will almost always be worth it when learning something new. This is something that can both endured and enjoyed time and again in knitting as we weave our way through the miriad of seemingly endless skill possibilities.

And how do we endure to get to the end? We laugh at ourselves along the way, knowing that there are oh, so many of us persevering through the same trials. That is how life works, right? Support from others, commiseration in the good and the bad, and sharing joy that comes with each triumph.

As I said earlier, I will never be Ms. McPhee, nor will I ever aspire to the status of someone like Elizabeth Zimmerman. No, I will be small. And quiet. I cannot ever be The Opinionated Knitter…

maybe I can just be the optimistic one.

Hello, friends!

The Knitting Muse blog will be one year old on March 26th! In order to celebrate this miniscule milestone, I would like to do another blog giveaway like last year\’s.

I would like some ideas for this year\’s giveaway, the details of which will be announced in about a week and a half. Patterns? Which desingers? Yarn? What brand? Shawls, socks, what? Since last year, I have learned much from the great knitting folks in my life, some of whom are my BKFF\’s, and some of whom I have never even met, such as Nancy Bush, Ann Budd and the great editors at Interweave Knits and Vogue Knitting.

Nevertheless, I want to hear from YOU! Ideas will be seriously considered from the comment form on this post. Here are some things to consider: I live in the Portland, Oregon metropolitan area, I was at Sock Summit and more recently the Rose City Yarn Crawl here in town and we have many, many local dyers and designers. Just a thought!

Check the blog out on 3/26/12 for details on the giveaway.

In addition, this month I will be organizing stories and articles out to the right side bar by cateogories and re-posting some of the most popular ones. 

This is just for fun and because I believe that all knitters are full of good will and optimism. 

For those about to knit, I salute you.

Love to all of you,

Janelle of The Knitting Muse