A Unifying Rally Cry…

A Unifying Rally Cry…

I was never more appalled nor ashamed of the comments made by the leader of the amoral majority, Pat Robertson regarding the disaster that has befallen Haiti.

Yes, you read that right, amoral.

However, today my President put Mr. Robertson in his place and did so far better than I ever could with these words of wisdom that he shared today, the entirety of his speech can be found here

“To the people of Haiti, we say clearly, and with conviction, you will not be forsaken; you will not be forgotten. In this, your hour of greatest need, America stands     with you. The world stands with you. We know that you are a strong and resilient people. You have endured a history of slavery and struggle, of natural disaster and recovery. And through it all, your spirit has been unbroken and your faith has been unwavering. So today, you must know that help is arriving — much, much more help is on the way.”

Bravo, Mr. President, well said!

I would like to invite all of you, Gentle Readers, to stand united with the Citizens of Haiti. If you’d like to make a contribution to assist in the recovery, I would encourage you to do so with Medecins Sans Frontieres – Doctors Without Borders, you can do so via this link.

Support Doctors Without Borders in Haiti

We all need a little more yarn in our lives, or not…

It is a sad state of affairs that in the past year I have purchased little or no new yarn with which to knit.


No. New. Yarn.

I have been progressively knitting through my stash and as 2009 draws to a close, and I still have yarn to make choices from!

This fact has astounded even me…and has made me feel incredibly materialistic and not in a good way at all. I have enough sock yarn to knit socks for an army of feet and if I were to knit one pair in a week, I would be able to knit socks for the entire year of 2010. Yes – that means I have at least 52 skeins of sock yarn, or pretty darn close!


Not a thing to be proud of, to be sure!


What are you doing New Years…

It has been quite a year here at Casa del KatKnits. I have come through mostly unscathed and I am reluctant to complain – especially when I see friends who have had much greater trials who utter not a word of discontent. The lesson of their quiet fortitude is one that I need much practice on!

I am however looking forward to the start of a New Year, with great anticipation.

However, I feel that a bit of a recap is in order … sort of a what’s what in the of the Year of the Kat.

It all began with me moving into a new place to live. A nice change. No flooding in the lower level was a vast improvement. The more cost efficient payment was a bonus as well.

I made the transition from being a “day” person to working nights. Not an easy feat for a person who was up without an alarm clock at 5AM for years. This taught me that I can truly do anything, a good lesson to have learned. More on the job later in the post.

I managed to find some time during the year to work on improving my craft – I acquired a loom or two and have found that I love weaving. I also did some spinning that won some awards at the local fiber festival. And, as for knitting – I have discovered the joy of knitting with yarn that  I  have made. A true joy indeed and this has given me a renewed interest in spinning  There is just something wonderfully indulgent about putting socks on that you have spun and knit. It was a year of selfish knitting though, and my knitted wardrobe has increased nicely.


Just Franquemont-ize me, please.

Just Franquemont-ize me, please.

Gentle Reader yesterday was a big day.

A teacher and friend had a book signing of her newly release Respect the Spindle. A book with all her years of experience poured out on the pages.

The signing appropriately happened at Mecca.

It was a banner day, why even the Canadian Factor showed up.

So honored was I to attend attired in clothing I had both spun the yarn and knit the garment. None of which would not have been completed so nicely if I had not had lessons from Abby.

I found it humorous that Abby was afraid no one would show up.

They did… in droves.

Her book flew off the shelf, as did a goodly sum of fiber and, yes… plenty of spindles.

Therefore, when Abby announced that her husband had gotten her a henna pen, because “someone might want their breast signed”…who was I to resist.

I present the only known Franquemontized breasts.

I have a spinner’s soul in a marked body.
Life could not possibly get better.

The Tale of The Sock Who Found its Mate, or Why All Sock Yarn is NOT Created Equally

The Tale of The Sock Who Found its Mate, or Why All Sock Yarn is NOT Created Equally

I have made an amazing and truly unbelievable discovery this week all in the knitting of a Plain Vanilla Pair of Socks

This may actually be the Cure for World Peace and the Answer to getting all of the Politicians in Washington to come to a realistic consensus on Health Care.


Hand spun yarn makes hand knit socks like nobody’s business!

I have knit socks, plenty of them. Moreover, I have, like many of my fellow knitters, suffered from “Second Sock Syndrome.” Yes, I have struggled through knitting one solo sock and said lonely sock never gets its mate. I have completed pairs of socks for my children. For gifts. Kind of a Motherly Penance, as it was, to knit both socks.

No longer.

I have discovered the joy in knitting yarn that is neither harsh on your fingers, splitty, nor exhibits any splotches of unsightly color pooling.

You see, Gentle Reader, when you spin your own yarn, you can control the twist, the fiber, and your color runs!

End result…

One pair of indie dyed, spun by me Blue-faced Leicester pair of socks with gradually changing colors…

Yes, my feet are feeling the love.

Now, to figure out a hiding place so my kids do not find them…

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