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Sunday, September 09, 2012


Original Dunegrass Socks with
short-row heel
Dunegrass Socks with
gusset-and-flap heel
So Portugal was fun and relaxing and had lots of knitting, but all on the same project: the Sniglet says the socks I knit him fall down a lot, and I think it's because my favorite short-row heel (favorite because it's so simple) isn't right for his foot. And I've been meaning to update my Dunegrass Socks pattern for lo, these several years, so I'm redesigning that with a gusset-and-flap heel (the republished pattern will include both options). Snig will get the prototypes when they're done, but I've been doing a lot of knitting, ripping, re-knitting and scribbling. I really do need to start the pattern re-write soon, but I'm very not looking forward to unscrambling my notes, so having a bit of drempelvrees (Dutch: sort of a fear of getting started). Which is probably why it took so long to get back on the blog, right? Just didn't feel like writing, and the longer you don't do it, the more you don't feel like it.

Anyway. Yesterday the brilliant Jonna organized what she called a Textielruil (Textile Trade), wherein we all went to her house with old clothes and yarn and swapped it all around - AND! The stuff that had no takers, she's going to donate to... something. And you know I'm moving, and I just organized my stash, so I know exactly what I have. There's so much that I can't throw away because it's good stuff, I just don't have a plan for it, and I'd be fine with not having it, as long as it went to someone who could use it. 

This is one of the ways I let my inner control freak out to play - throwing stuff away? Is a SCIENCE. I don't just chuck stuff in the trash can, ever. There's this whole process...I should make a flow-chart. Nothing like a visualization of the crazy. But I digress.

Where was I? Oh. Jonna's. I took many yarns, and returned with none. I did get some clothes (but didn't take any, because I buy really, really simple stuff and then wear it to death (and beyond!) before donating it to charity even though it's no longer wearable, because I know that they know fabric shredder/recyclers and the clothes will end up shredded and stuffed in couch cushions and therefore still useful and not in a landfill, see above re garbage science).

So anyway. Successful stashdown weekend. Yay.

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