Twist Collective Blog
Crave Color for Spring? Poffertjes!
If you like to play with color, I think Poffertjes from the spring issue of Twist Collective is a terrific frolic. When designer Megan Rogers sent in the blanket for spring, we were immediately excited about how knitters could use color when they made their own version.
Her original proposal came with two versions. First, the one we used to choose yarn for her with ivory or white circles and lots of different greens for the diamonds,
and the other with taffy colored circles and white diamonds, which is my personal favorite.
This one could be a bit tricky to reproduce, but Megan writes that she was looking at Manos del Uruguay color cards when she did the proposal. We asked Megan to use Mission Falls Superwash for practical reasons in this baby blanket, and also because the Mission Falls comes in such an interesting palette, but there's no reason why a knitter couldn't use a untreated wool for a grown up version.
The trick is in making the color choices. Megan writes: "To help with schemes for the pattern, I looked at a lot of patchwork quilts, especially the quilts at the Lancaster Quilt & Textile Museum, in Lancaster, PA. I tried to chose colors for the schemes that were either analagous, in the same color family, or colors that were all very different but the same value."
Whether you try white diamonds and colored wafers, or you put the color into the circles, have fun with it. The pattern is light-hearted and portable to knit, as spring knitting should be.
Things that go "baaah" in the night
by Barbara Parry (originally posted on her Foxfire Farm blog, Sheep Gal)
We're in the homestretch here, with just two ewes, Mystic and Zuni, left to deliver. I'm so happy, completely exhausted, but drawing new energy now that there's an end in sight.
As many of you know, I rely on the baby monitor on my bedside stand which serves as my ear in the barn. I fall asleep to the banter of 23 new lambs conversing with their mothers. Each morning I wake to soft rustle of lambs scampering at first light. It's getting harder to tell the sound of a playful lamb dancing in the straw from the sound of a ewe pawing the bedding in labor. At night I'm relying more and more heavily on the lambcam to check out the action in the darkened barn.
Here's more of Helena's story, as I promised earlier this week:
At dark o'clock on Tuesday morning, I got my wake up call to help Helena as she delivered a pretty pair, a white ewe and a black ram lamb. Both were strong and healthy, and mother quickly cleaned them up, and claimed them. Which is why it is so mysterious that in the light of the following day, Helena was clearly favoring her black ram lamb, giving her white ewe-ling the cold shoulder, though I suspect the light of day had something to do with it.
My good friend, shearer, and trusted resource for all things sheep, Andy Rice, came by to help troubleshoot. First order of business - was she was differentiating by sight or smell? We rubbed menthol on her nose and on the butts of the lambs. For about ten minutes, she went back and forth, sniffing both lamb bottoms, trying to sort out who was who. You could tell she was using her other senses to process, and, smart mother that she is, it didn't take long for her to sort it out. Once again, she began shoving the white ewe aside.
In past years we've had good results in training reticent ewes to accept their lambs by using a stanchion, a panel that keeps the mother stationary and allows the lambs to nurse without the mother able to see exactly who's feeding. Andy felt it was certainly worth a try. So we confined Helena in a stanchion, much to her chagrin. But those lambs eagerly jumped in to nurse, especially the little white ewe.
I thought we were on the right path until later that evening I discovered that once again, Helena had gone on strike. She was lying down, udder tucked away, firmly sandwiched between her legs. I massaged her neck and cajoled and coaxed her to stand. As soon as she felt two lambs jump in to nurse, down she went. This battle of wills went on for hours. I checked her bag. It was fine. I inspected the lamb's mouths, no sharp teeth (in fact no teeth at all).
Near midnight, at wits end, after much cussing and several hours of getting her to stand only to have her refuse both lambs, I lost my resolve and released her from the stanchion. And darn it, she turned right around and shoved that white lamb!
I gave up and gathered the little ewe from the pen. Within minutes, Helena settled and eased into nursing the black ram. There was clearly no point in forcing the matter, at least not that night.
A hungry twenty-one hour old lamb wakes its mother every three to four hours by gently pawing with its hoof. I know this because I spent the rest of Tuesday night and the early hours of Wednesday playing surrogate mom for Helena's ewe.
Yes, I broke the cardinal rule. Desperate for sleep, I succumbed to the last resort and brought the lamb to the house, making a pact with that little ewe. I would feed her and keep her safe, if she would allow me a few hours of sleep. We both kept our ends of the bargain. Starved for warmth and nurturing , she settled right in beside me, tucked under my chin, in my sleeping bag on the bedroom floor. She politely kicked me twice during the night for bottle feeding. That aside, we both woke somewhat rested the next day.
Wednesday morning, she followed me about the kitchen as I made coffee, checking out the recycling bin, playing with the empty milk jugs. She investigated the shower curtain in the bathroom, chatted with the other sheep she could hear on the baby monitor, and piddled on the linoleum floor. And she never let me out of her sight. I couldn't tell if she was becoming imprinted to me or to the pattern on my flannel LL Bean pajamas, but, darling as she was, I knew she needed to get back to the barn. Sheep are not house pets and it's a mistake to keep a lamb apart from the flock for any length of time. Back she went.
Where do things now stand? We're making progress, taking each day as it comes. Helena is still iffy about this white lamb. She's accepted it to nurse, is almost fine about its scent, but the moment she sees it, swat. Bizarre.
Sometimes ewes reject lambs for good reasons, detecting defects or weakness not obvious right away to their keepers. That is not the case here. My white ewe-ling, who I've named Blaze, is sturdy and smart. She's figured out how to avoid her mother's evil eye, hanging out at the back of pen, feeding whenever her brother gets up to nurse. I'm firm but patient with Helena. She doesn't have to like this lamb, but she does need to do her job. I do believe she'll come around.
Since I'm in the barn almost continually throughout the day watching for more lambs to drop, endlessly cleaning, filling feeders, topping off water buckets, I can keep on eye on Helena's pen and intervene if needed. At midnight barn check, Helena goes into the stanchion, for safe keeping.
It's a compromise, much healthier than rearing a bottle lamb, the best I can do for now. My black and white lambs, thoroughly bonded to each other, sleep nestled together in the straw beside their mom, a wooly symbol of the yin & yang of lambing.
Another set of twins, ewe and ram, arrived just before dinner last night to Aberdeen, a first time ewe. The x/y count is evening up, but the ewes are still ahead. Wish me luck, and we'll see what the weekend brings.
Live and in Person: May 2nd
Kate will be at Wabi Sabi in Ottawa the evening of May 2nd for a fashion show of the latest Twist Collective patterns, and a little preview of what's to come for summer (which launches June 1st, btw). Show starts at 6, and they'd like an RSVP, so shoot the crew an email to save yourself a seat.
Meanwhile, that same weekend, Irene will be at Maryland Sheep and Wool. If the weather is suitable, she'll be wearing Julia's version of Sylvi, in the dark grey colour of Briggs and Little Atlantic. She'll be handing out Twist buttons to festoon your knit bag, so make sure you say hi.
Book Review: Romi and Cookie
Twist Collective is lucky enough to have aboard many talented and widely recognized designers, some of whom have had books drop in recent months. Like Rosemary Hill, designer of the Violet necklace pattern available for free download in the current issue.
Rosemary's book, Elements of Style: Creating Jewelry with Wire, Fiber, Felt and Beads is a omnivore's delight, appealing to a knitter's inner beader and felter. Full of must-have-it sparkly things, one could think of this as an instant jewelry box, with custom pieces at the ready for anything from that friday night dinner party to the tailgate at your kid's T-Ball opener. Many are short term projects of the almost-instant-gratification variety that makes a knitter's acquisitive heart go pitty pat. For an idea of how clear the instructions are, and how accessible these projects can be, take a look at Rosemary's introduction to knitting with wire in the Twist Collective spring issue, and then look at this necklace from the book.
The earrings in particular make me weak. Need I say more?
Another welcome arrival to my bookshelf is the long anticipated book from Cookie A, Sock Innovation: Knitting Techniques and Patterns for One-of-a-Kind Socks.
Cookie exploded on the scene several years ago at the very moment when the knitblogs embraced sock knitting, (perhaps this is no coincidence?) and has impressed the entire knitting world ever since for her sometimes elaborate and always innovative stitch patterns, including two socks she offered through Twist Collective's premier issue, the Lissajous Knee Socks, and the popular Maelstrom Socks. Here, she tells you how to do it for yourself. However, Cookie's skill as a sock designer is the true virtuoso's marvel of showing you how the trick works, and then creating the wonder anew with sock recipes that boggle the mind and inspire the needles. Here's my personal favorite:
Now I just need to find shoes to go with them.
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