Ms. Cleaver Chronicles

So I have a backlog of stuff to blog about, and now that MacB has closed, it seems more likely that it will appear on theses pages soon.

I finished this sweater about two weeks ago – the pattern is Dahlia from Knitty. The pattern was designed by a freshman in high school. This puts me to shame, so I decided to design my next sweater myself to show those uppity high schoolers. 

I partly chose this sweater because I though on size 8 needles, it would be a quick knit. Famous last words.

While I did finish the sweater in under 6 weeks, I had to restart this thing 5 times.

Why, you may ask – well first the raglan was an ill-explained Right Lifted Increase/Left Lifted increase. Which when I finally figured out with the help of my knitting circle (hint: when doing the left lifting increase – don’t grab the stitch you just made) makes a very very pretty raglan increase line – so it was worth the trouble – but this was an exercise in patience. 

I also ignored the cries of “the thing’s too big!” on Ravelry and cast on in my designated size, which by the time I hit the chest portion I realized was huge even though my gauge matched perfectly, so it got unwound for the 5th and final time.I also decided to move up the neckline an inch or so – because it was a tad low for me. After that point, though, the thing was a breeze and I enjoyed teaching myself to do the cables without a needle.

I totally have no patience when it comes to wearing stuff I make, so these photos are all of the unblocked (gasp!) sweater. And perhaps in punishment for my impatience – the blocked version looks about 20% better than it does in the above pictures. Another lesson learned. 

I’d like to say it’s too warm to wear it now, it being after Memorial Day and all, but alas it is currently 49°F in Chicago. Le sigh…

It was my friend Kasey’s birthday this weekend, and in honor of that very special event, Kasey, her boyfriend David, Mr. Cleaver, and I all went down to Navy Pier.

As some of you may know, Mr. Cleaver and I are moving back to Maine this summer and our time in Chicago is quickly dwindling.

With this in mind, we’ve been constructing (a mostly mental) list of things we have to do before we leave Chicago. The list includes things like see a show at Steppenwolf (done – Dead Man’s Cell Phone), visit the Shedd Aquarium (not done), see a Cubs games (done, but like to do again), eat Katie Cakes at Taste of Heaven (never too many times for this), and so on.

One of the things that has been on my “Chicago-to-do List” ever since I moved to the city was to ride the Ferris Wheel that towers over Navy Pier. At 140 feet in diameter, and a seating capacity of 240, this baby is big – though not as big as the original Ferris Wheel that was built in Chicago for the World’s Columbian Exposition in 1893 – which stood 264 feet and could carry 2,160 people. (Thank you Devil in the White City)

Well Saturday was finally my day to check that one off the list and was well worth it. The view are amazing:

Now it must be said that Mr. Cleaver is not a fan of heights. So here’s me waving at Mr. Cleaver.

And here’s Mr. Cleaver waving back:

In addition to our jaunt on Mr. Ferris’ wheel, our party of four ate a great lunch at Charlie’s Ale House and played a rousing gold of Micro Golf.

Now I say micro and not mini because seriously, look at the size of each of these (18) holes.

My favorite part of the game was making up random “pars” for each hole. I think five was the highest and the average was two or three. Let it be said though, that this is a speedy game, which throngs of small children on either side.

Not that you can’t take time to make that perfect shot

So I’m going to bad here, and post something I baked today sans recipe. I’m doing this because the recipe isn’t ready yet, but when it is, it’ll be here.

I came up with the idea for the S’more pie sometime shortly after watching Waitress, a little film that is well worth renting, especially if you like pie. As often happens, life intervened and I never got around to making this pie until today.

The basic idea is this: graham cracker crust, flourless chocolate cake filling, topped with perfectly browned mini-marshmellow. A s’more in a pie!

This was a good start. There are some issues that need addressing, the crust isn’t quite right and got a little too crispy, the filling wasn’t chocolately enough for me and the marshmellow is a little overwhelming, but like I said, a good start.

I also tasted it just out of the oven to capture the meltiness of marshmellow, but I’m interested to see if the flavors meld more when cooled. It’ll probably be a while before I get another shot at this one, but I’ll let you all know when I do.

On a completely unrelated note:

I chopped off all my hair in preparation for summer weather.

(Sorry Mom).

For the first 2½ years of my knitting life, I managed to avoid accumulating a stash, even prided myself on it.

I only had yarn for my current project and you’d be hard-pressed to get me to select a yarn without a specific project mind (though it did occasionally happen – leading, for instance to the Honeymoon Mini-Cardi, but in full disclosure I probably made my brand-new husband nuts in my indecision to purchase that yarn while on our honeymoon). I even was obsessive about using up the leftovers of the yarn I had.

And then it happened.

I went into my local yarn shop to pick up some sock yarn and “lo-and-behold!” all the yarn in the bins on the floor was only a dollar. Even I couldn’t resist that bargain and so I grabbed these five balls of silk.

What am I going to make with it? Who knows! Though Ravelry has provided some intriguing options, namely this and this.

Not too long after I purchased the silk, I went back to the same store to buy some stitch markers for a sweater I’m knitting up and came out with these:

Granted, this is for a specific project, but one I likely won’t start for some time.

And then that same old yarn shop, in honor of Mother’s Day and Government Rebate checks decided to have a 25% off of everything sale. So I got this sock yarn that I was ogling when I bought the last sock yarn.

Now, I’m sure some hard-cord yarn collectors will scoff at my measly 9 skeins, but it’s a slippery slope I say! A very slippery slope.

At least I’m using some of my yarn…

But I’m fairly certain I’m going to have a ball leftover.

I think I’ll make it into a hippo. 

A few weeks ago somebody asked me if I really liked yellow. 

At the time I was a little confused, “Why do you ask?” I said.

“Every time I see you you’re wearing yellow,” she said.

At the time I passed it off as a good combo for the green I often consciously wear, but as I though about itI saw she was right  - yellow is creeping more and more into my wardrobe. Nor is it the first time. The first pair of shoes I ever really got excited about was a pair of bright yellow Adidas with blue stripes I had in high school  (the school colors at that!). 

Another case in point this apron:

This apron’s life started shortly after Christmas when a co-working, hearing I had made an apron for a Christmas gift, asked me to make her one before the summer was out. Being as this co-worker is the #1 best thing about my current job and I was given a long lead time, I happily agreed. Fast-forward several months later and I’m in my favorite fabric store where I discover this fabulous section I’d never looked in before: Ribbon. Spools upon spools of fantastic ribbon!

First, I spotted some lovely cherry ribbon, which I snagged a few yards of, then I saw this bee ribbon and it was all over for me. I practically had to run out of the store to prevent coming home with a car load of ribbon, it was all so wonderful. Of course I knew bees and cherries would make perfect adornments for that apron I had agreed to make and so I picked out the blue and yellow gingham you see above to complete the project. 

I will admit that when I started making this apron I fully intended to give it away, but being as this was my first designed-from-scratch piece, I made allotments for the seams, but not the hemming/edging, so my apron ended up being a little smaller than planned, so this one works as a lesson learned (and a little something pretty for my apron collection.)

The good news is that this apron only took me a weekend to complete (including finishing every seam so there are no raw edges – as inspired by Bitter Betty), so I should be able to make a new one fairly soon, though it’ll likely be a variation on this one, just to keep things interesting.