Sashiko's body has been set aside now as I begin knitting the sleeves. Because this jacket is a knit-in-the-round raglan, the color progressions must match up at the sleeve/body join; therefore, setting up the sleeves has been a bit tricky. And because the color progression in the sleeve is set to work with the pattern (unlike the body, where the color progression, the main pattern, and the side pattern all have different repeats), I had to calculate the sleeve length and then work downward to know where to start the patterns. To give a little room for miscalculation, I've decided to cast on the sleeve ABOVE the cuff. When the jacket is completed and the steeks cut open, I will knit the cuffs downward to make them perfect length. Of course, I had to figure out the width of the sleeve a few inches above the wrist to know how many stitches to cast on. As Elizabeth Zimmermann wrote somewhere, I need a kerchief around my head to keep it from exploding... Thank goodness knitting is flexible!
I was given the go ahead to walk again (although I'm supposed to "take it easy" whatever that means), just in time because my knitting camp friend Greg was out visiting this weekend. As usual, we had a wonderful time exploring the kinds of shops that John doesn't enjoy. Everyone needs a friend who will egg you on to purchase that white yak/merino top or the indigo-dyed yarn--Greg fills this role in my life. On Saturday, a wintry rainy day, we drove east to Lafayette, where we visited Big Sky Luxury Yarns. This shop is filled with wonderful colors and textures, but with shame and misgiving I must admit to you that I'm bored by yarn shops these days. Perhaps that is because I have built up a fair amount of stash... At any rate, I get more excited by fiber now.
Sunday dawned bright and sunny for our trip to the Diagon Alley of the fiber world: Carolina Homespun in San Francisco. To prepare for our outing, we scouted out two East Bay baking legends, Acme Bread Company and La Farine, and we assembled our Death to the Atkins Diet breakfast.
We added some eggs so that we wouldn't drop dead of some glucose drop in the afternoon, when we met up with Morgaine in the shop:
And look at what is blooming nearby?
We ended our trip with a stop at Tacqueria Can-cun, where I had THE BEST soft tacos ever. And could a feral knitter NOT love the decor?