Here is a photo of the shawl in 4 sizes. The edges of the shawls you can’t see in this shot, are lined up evenly. Each successive shawl is a larger size. Note that the sizes are larger in width only. Longer shawls just get in the way of using one’s hands, I’ve discovered the hard way!

So often people ask me “how many stitches do I cast on for a sock?” That answer involves the size of the yarn, the gauge of the individual knitter, and the foot size of the wearer. Of course, those 3 variations can indicate a need for more or less yarn, too.

Yarn is sold by weight. You typically can get a 50gm ball or a 100gm ball, though there are a few exceptions. For fingering (sock) weight yarn, you often get 220 yards in 50 grams (440 in 100gm) where with worsted (sweater) weight yarn you might get 110 yards for the same 50gm balls (220 in 100gm). Thinner yarn makes more but thinner fabric, compared to thicker ones. When you’re talking about a shawl, this thick/thin yarn issue plays out in important ways.

Here is how I responded to the writer:

The question of how much yarn is complicated with this shawl. I offer 4 sizes, as well as 2 yarn weights from light fingering to sport weight. Here is what I wrote in the pattern:

Sizes: Sprite (XS) / Princess (S) / Diva (M–L) / Goddess (XL–3X) All shawls shown measure 42-52” wingspan & 17-19” length, depending on yarn, gauge & blocking method. Bust appx. 36 (41/ 52/ 55)in., 91”(104/”132/ 140)cm.

MC (Main Color), solid-colored yarn. 100 (100-150, 150, 150) gm of sport weight
-OR- 100 (100, 100-150, 150) gm heavy fingering-weight/sockyarn.
CC (Contrast Color), slowly self-color-changing yarn. 100 (100-150, 150, 150) gm of sport weight
-OR- 100 (100, 100-150, 100-150) gm heavy fingering-weight/sockyarn.

Yarn Suggestions:
MC: Elsabeth Lavold Silky Wool, Brown Sheep Nature Spun Sport, Cascade Epiphany, Harrisville New England Shetland, DROPS Alpaca, Isager Alpaca 2, Frog Tree Alpaca Sportweight, Berroco Ultra Alpaca Light
CC: Noro Silk Garden Sock, Marks & Kattens Fame Trend, Crystal Palace Mini Mochi, Schoppel-Wolle Zauberball, Kauni 8/2 Effektgarn, Aade Lõng Artistic 8/2.

Color Hint: “Matching” makes boring here. However, unlike stranded knitting, contrast need not be strong. It is best if none of the colors in your two yarns match, but small lengths of similar colors work (shawls 1 & 2 at left).

In this photo (shown above) (a)ll shawls are lined up on the edge you can’t see in the photo. The sizes are laid on top of each other to show how much larger around each consecutive size is.

The first shawl on the left (smallest) is Silky Wool/Kureyon Sock, the second is Heritage/Step, the third is Nature Spun Sport/Kauni, and the last is Drops Alpaca/Mini Mochi.

Of course, some balls of these yarns are 50gm and some are 100gm. As I recall, none took more than 100gm of any one yarn, so 200gm would be overkill unless you choose much more heavy/dense/thick yarns than I did.

I hope that is helpful. Happy knitting!

This may look like a lot of words about one particular question. However, the concept should be useful to many knitters no matter what project they make. If we use a different yarn or get a different number of stitches per inch (row or stitch gauge) than specified in the pattern, we may run out of yarn or buy too much.

In this society, we are so used to manufactured items and true/false tests that we forget that there may be “it depends” answers that don’t fit the picture we have in our minds. One response to this “problem” is to insist on the exact yarn that was specified in a commercial knitting pattern. However, even if you use the same yarn, and the same needle size the designer calls for, you may end up with the same number of stitches but a different number of rows per inch than specified.

Knitting is an artform, something which was learned for centuries by word of mouth, one person at a time, one on one. Yes, it is practical. Practical arts are called “crafts” in this society (the “Museum of American Craft” was just down the street from the Museum of Modern Art in New York City… now it’s called the Museum of Arts and Design – it held quilting, baskets, silversmithing, jewelry and textile work – I saw the Radical Lace & Subversive Knitting exhibit there in 2007).

I’m sharing more photos of Colorama Shawls… can you see why it’s a good thing to not lock ourselves in to what this mere designer could imagine? Look above at 5 of my knitting guild sisters who wear their own Colorama Shawl… some were gifts and some were knit for themselves.

And look at the one at right! Elizabeth knit it in one “double evolution” ball (560 yd/ 140gm) of Kabam yarn (fingering weight 60% Superwash Merino/30% Bamboo/10% Nylon) in “Circle” colorway from Twisted FiberArt. Twisted is an amazing company with incredibly perfect dye techniques. With that ball of yarn, one needs to knit just a few rows fewer to have enough yarn for the 2nd-largest shawl size (“Diva”).

Rock on with any creativity you have! Understand the nature of art and accommodate the possibility that answers may not be precise! Let’s hear it for individuality, yes?

(Edited 5/14 to add the question which prompted this post… thanks to Diana/Otterwise for prompting me to fix that. Also fixed wrong yardage for fingering weight yarn; thanks to Judi A. for catching that hiccup.)

Today, Saturday, May 11, is Mighty Uke Day III in Old Town Lansing, Michigan. It’s really great to have a ukulele festival here in Lansing (just a few blocks from Sticks & Strings yarn shop and Elderly Instruments).

Come on Out?
Brian and I (as The Fabulous Heftones) will be performing at the Creole Gallery Saturday at 4:45, as part of the Mighty Uke Day “Featured Performer” festivities. The James Hill concert later that night is sold out, but our earlier show is still open. The young lady who follows us, Magdalen Fossum, is a very fine performer as well. I look forward to hearing her.

Canadian Star on Stage
We look forward to seeing our colleague James Hill whose evening show has been sold out for about a week. This young man is a spectacular musician and a fine human being. We played on the same stage with James in Indianapolis, at the Midwest Ukefest, several years ago.

James is presenting some workshops at Elderly Instruments which still had a few slots open as of Friday, so you might still be able to spend time with him that way. If you play uke at all, it would be worth a try.

You May Be Surprised
If you think that Ukuleles are only for hippies, Hawaiians or 70′s performers who got married on the Johnny Carson Show, you may be pleasantly surprised at this event. The styles presented by the different acts are varied and maybe even surprising. We hope there will be warm enough weather to have a few jam sessions in the streets of Old Town. For the musicians, the jam sessions are perhaps the most fun of all the events!

Consider a visit to Old Town Lansing today/Saturday. (For those of you too far away or with conflicting schedules, you can see/hear us on YouTube. The videos were taken by other people but it will give you a feel of our style and the fun we have. (The videos by Bucqui are very well edited in particular, as is “Row Row Row” with Bosko and Honey.)

(If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go visit our ColorJoyful Yarn bOMb page and smile.

Will you join us tomorrow/Saturday, May 4? We will meet at the garden around 11am (stragglers welcome). Link to Map, for Horticultural Gardens (Children’s garden parking… free on weekends. We hope nobody will park there for graduation.)

We will un-sew the “ace bandages” around the trees so we can wash them and reuse them in later projects. I expect it willtake a few hours.

When we’re done I’m buying a round of tea/coffee at a local gathering place. We’ll either go to Chapelure (the closest), Wanderer’s Teahouse, or Gone Wired/The Avenue. They are all locally owned.

Cry not, because we have more Yarn bOMb projects in the wings. A semi-secret smaller one is planned for Memorial Day… stay tuned.

Diana/Otterwise sent me a link to 25 Women (most young) rocking it today. I only knew a few of the names. It’s amazing and inspiring. Maybe you want to check it out, also? 25 Women Who Rock Right Now – Spinner

I still want to collect a Pat Benatar song or several, but she’s not on iTunes. I relate, as a musician who has struggled with the current system of music licensing, that someone might make that choice. I’ll get her some way or another. Meanwhile, I put her on my list because she is who started this thought process.

I’m sort of amazed at how many ways a “strong woman sound” might record. Dolly Parton, Nancy Sinatra, Sister Sledge and Joan Jett on the same list? Cool. And for most of you, the Carpenters might not fit, but it was their album I first purchased, the first band I was in love with. They are pure vocals. It was hard to find an upbeat song in their catalog, but Top of the World is truly happy and so I chose that one.

It turned into more of a “beat-full, tush-shaking, house-cleaning songs sung by women” but I’m really enjoying it just the way it is. My iTunes says the playlist is between 1 and 2 hours long. That’s enough time to get some work done, and not get bored if I have it on repeat. Yeah!

I’ve had a great day or two. Thank you very much for playing this game with me.

Here’s my Playlist:

• ABBA – Take a Chance on Me
• Adele – Rolling in the Deep
• Alanis Morissette – Hand in my Pocket
• the Bangles – Manic Monday, Walk like an Egyptian
• Laura Branigan – Turn the Beat Around
• Edie Brickell & New Bohemians – What I am, Nothing
• The Carpenters – Top of the World
• Tracy Chapman – One Good Reason
• Sheryl Crow – All I Wanna Do (is Have Some Fun)
• Karla DeVito – Is this a Cool World or What?
• Heart – Magic Man
• Joan Jett & the Blackhearts – I Love Rock & Roll
• Katrina & the Waves – Walking on Sunshine
• Joni Mitchell - Big Yellow Taxi
• Dolly Parton – 9 to 5
• the Pointer Sisters – I’m so Excited
• Pretenders (Chrissie Hynde) – Brass in Pocket
• Helen Reddy – I am Woman
• Linda Ronstadt – You’re No Good
• Carly Simon – You’re So Vain
• Nancy Sinatra – These Boots are Made for Walkin’
• Sister Sledge – We are Family
• Donna Summer – She Works Hard for the Money
• Shania Twain – Man! I Feel like a Woman!

I think I’m ready for a work day! Thanks so much!

In the last year I’ve discovered again how sound impacts my life. Sounds, their presence/ volume/ lack thereof can help me function beautifully… or not well at all.

Born this Way

My mother remembers that I reacted as an infant to minor-key music on TV (by crying), even if I was in a different room. I’ve heard that story enough that I’ve repeated it myself. I know that movies and TV do not relax or energize me, they exhaust me. I don’t watch them any more.

Last summer, when I spent 2 weeks in Montreal alone, I was there to write. Some days, sitting long enough to write was a challenge. Some days, it was pleasant and no problem.

An Aha! Moment

One day on the balcony (see above), I figured out that rhythmic sounds helped me sit still (a clock ticking in the kitchen or a lawn sprinkler outside). When the neighbor stopped watering the lawn, I first missed the sound and then realized how much it had added to my comfort level.

Why did I find this information so surprising? Why did I not imagine that sounds other than minor-key music might impact my moods? Why do I know that certain music helps me stay focused, but not that a non-musical sound (crickets in the night, morning birdsong or a lawn sprinkler) might give me comfort?

Maybe you’re not self employed as I am, but all of us want to function well during those times when getting things done is important, yes? Personal tasks, professional work, volunteer or family obligations… all of these can benefit from our focus. Driving and cooking, in particular, depend on our full awareness.

I found a few Apps for my iPod Touch* which play me some sounds I enjoy when it’s too quiet but I don’t want music. In particular, this has helped me on nights when it was hard to sleep.

Pondering a Music Mood

I sing love songs professionally. The 1920′s was a prime time for romance and sweet melodies. It was great for sentimental lyrics. Brian and I perform positive music on stage, by design. We want to help folks gain a smile, and improve their day. That’s our niche, and one my voice (and temperament) is well-suited for.

Yet, I believe that music is a sort of non-prescription drug. When we decide what music to play, we are choosing what mood we want to be in. Sentimental romance is not a balanced music diet.

For example, when I choose Michael Jackson or the B-52′s in the morning, I want to dance myself awake and get on the road quickly. When I play non-English-language African music, I need to stay focused but not be distracted with words.

Sometimes I want to walk briskly. Sometimes I need “oomph” to clean house. Sometimes I work in the yard, and need a bit of energy behind me. At these times, I wish I had more energetic music options. I’m not a rocker by nature, but sometimes I need some rockin’ music to propel me.

I Need You

So… that thought has brought me to another which may seem unrelated at first. What makes them connected is that I’m seeking a particular sound input for myself. Perhaps you can help?

I want to put together a playlist of unforgettable single songs from female rock singers, anywhere from the mid-1970s to 1990 or so. I tried to make a Pandora channel of this type, but they kept suggesting male singers. I’m ashamed to say I had many of those CDs already. It’s time for the Grrrrrls to rock my world.

I need some musical Sisters to sing me into a dance-beat mood of action. There just are not enough of them. It’s time for me to both support and get to know them better.

Here are some possibilities I’ve thought of, only the first two of which I already own. This is not a long enough list. Help?

Linda Ronstadt, You’re No Good
Alanis Morissette, Hand in My Pocket

Chrissie Hynde/ The Pretenders
Nancy and Ann Wilson/ Heart
Annie Lennox/ Eurythmics
Deborah Harry/ Blondie
Pat Benatar
Cyndi Lauper
Joan Jett
The Go Go’s
Kim Carnes (Bette Davis Eyes)
Alannah Myles (Black Velvet)

Please leave me a comment with as many song titles as you want to suggest. I do listen to the radio when I’m in my car, but they don’t give much information these days. It may be I know a song but not who sings it, or a name but no songs associated with that name.

I’m a little out of my expertise here, but sometimes I’m in my car and this stuff comes on. I sing along, have  a great time, and wonder… “who is this singing?”

Will You Help?

Thank you for any input you can bring to my search. I’ve wanted to ask you for far too long. I look forward to your replies.

*(My favorite iPod sound apps are “Relaxing Sounds” and “Sleep,” both by Red Hammer Software and M30 Pendulum (a metronome) by AMuseTec. I have no affiliation with either of these companies.)

The young artist of today need no longer say “I am a painter,” or “a poet,” or “a dancer.” He is simply an “artist.” All of life will be open to him.
– Allan Kaprow

This was great fun. I have some new artist markers (they even can be refilled) and I sort of doodled on the hard boiled egg.

Drawing is stressful for me, but when I get away from a flat piece of paper I feel more free. I also like the feel of these brush-tipped markers rather than a pencil or pen. Since I do a bit of decorative painting, this felt comfortable.

I often am afraid to continue with a project in fear of ruining it. It’s hard to remember that stopping too soon is a different type of “ruining” the work.

This one I kept going until I truly liked it. The magic moment was when I drew the purple diamond close to center here. Until then it didn’t look complete.

For the record, the pink marker bled all the way through the shell and membrane, onto the egg contents. This was a great art project but apparently not so good for food integrity. I’m already thinking about possible fabric paint possibilities for next year.

I still struggle. Part of me is a kind of imperfect I am not proud of. Part of me is very good but I always wish those strengths were stronger yet. There is no way to make that work. The only way to make peace is to let go, not to attain that perfection only seen in my own head.

There is No Perfect

I have a saying these days: “There is no perfect” (…except perhaps in tiny emotional moments.) The concept of perfection is not useful in living life. Discovering this was profound for me.

No person, place or thing can ever be perfect. Never. And really, isn’t perfection what manufactured items strive for? I’m no longer interested. I want to be handcrafted, not machined. As Joni Mitchell said in Big Yellow Taxi, “give me spots on my apples, but give me the birds and the bees.”

Striving to Avoid Criticism

That said, letting go of the possibility I can be perfect enough to never be criticized? It’s very hard. I work with kids and they seem to get grumpy and fragile about 6th grade. They try to blend in or at least look like the others, or the cool others (whatever seems cool at the time). It’s no wonder this is a time when they start making social judgements about what is good and what is undesirable.

I have a good handful of Godchildren. I’m not a traditional Godmother but we chat about standing tall. We discuss figuring out who we are and what we believe, then staying strong with those beliefs when others poke and prod and tease.

At least one kid came back to me with an example of how she took that lesson into her life and felt stronger because of it. I was delighted. One life a little more centered (especially in middle school) is a gift to not just that person but those around her. The child is now in her mid-20′s and still doing a great job of being her true self. (Photo of me with her at age 15, together in Montreal.)

‘Fessing Up: the Theory

I think opening up to our imperfections and mistakes is really hard. Starting in Middle School, it seems that we become so insecure of ourselves that we don’t want to have weak spots in our armor. Actually speaking out loud about those weak spots is scary!

Yet, look at the yarn bombed trees here. The pieces we had to cover the tree base below were imperfect at best. They were the right color but did not “match” in size or type. The shapes were odd. This photo was taken a few months after the initial installation, and the pennants at the base of the tree clearly were blown by some stiff winds. Yet, the tree still has its decorative sweater. It still is a sunny counterpoint to the monochrome winter colors around it.

I might even argue that its imperfection gives it more interest, more value. If it were “perfect,” it would not catch our eye. It would not look handcrafted. It would not have the desired energy.

‘Fessing Up: A Personal Story

I’m starting to believe that my becoming a true adult was when I learned to admit my mistakes. When I’d say “Wow, I wish I’d done a better job of this but I messed up. What can I do to help the situation as it stands now?” It never stops feeling fragile and scary to speak my imperfections out loud. However, when I do, at the end of the day I have no secrets and feel good about my integrity.

Once I made a very big mistake at work, one which required phone calls and paperwork to correct. A task I needed to do was so confusing I put off doing it past a deadline. I tried to hide it from myself and others, but of course the missed deadline was discovered in spite of me.

Wholehearted Living

I’ve been reading Brené Brown, a woman who researches shame and wholeheartedness. Oprah asked her the difference between embarrassment and shame.

Dr. Brown says that embarrassment or humiliation might be saying and acknowledging “I made a mistake.” Shame, on the other hand, manifests as the belief “I *AM* a mistake.” Wow. I clearly was confused on that count at that job, when I didn’t know how to do this task. I felt ashamed to ask for help.

In that situation, I was gifted with the right boss. He knew I was not the mistake and treated me respectfully. He had me sit in his office while he made all of the phone calls to make it right.

I got to see what a person who wasn’t afraid of imperfection would do. I watched a grounded, fully-adult person ‘fess up to making a mistake and ask how to make it right. It was a powerful lesson.

Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness.
– Brené Brown

Saying it Out Loud

I now admit my weaknesses to the room, though sometimes I wish deeply that I didn’t have them. I admit I can get loud (a good feature for a singer/teacher but not so good in offices or some mellower public spaces).

I admit I can be distractable. I tell classes that I can get so into teaching the material that I can forget to give them a break until late in the class. I let them know that they can ask for a break if they need one.

I admit that being on time can be very challenging for me (this is related to being distractable). These days I use my iPod to set off a series of alarms for me all day long, to make sure I change gears when necessary. Admitting this coping system might just help others who fight the same tendency.

Our Strengths are also Our Weaknesses

All of these weaknesses no longer define me. All of them are less of a challenge now that I speak them out loud. They are part of the package. Part of why I’m distractable is because I am passionate and creative. I see things everywhere that inspire and interest me. I also can get into a flow with a task so that I don’t think of the time.

Our best features are also our worst. Being bold can be perfect at a networking event, and a challenge at a funeral. Being focused on relationship is great for teachers and restauranteurs but a challenge for jobs where one works alone or has a constant stream of people coming through that they will never see again.

The hardest part still, is when I mess up things that impact my beloved Brian. Telling him that I messed up is still horrible. However, I’m glad our relationship is so precious to me that I am not willing to have any shame secrets in it. I may put off the telling for a little while, but I choose to let him know. I regard not telling as a “lie of omission.” I value our relationship too much to keep secrets. He needs the whole me.

The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.–Anna Quindlen

Except, ironically… you are perfect just the way you are. Stand tall, my friend, and go forth with truth and courage!

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If you want more on Brene’ Brown, Oprah interviewed her two weeks in a row for Super Soul Sunday. I had trouble streaming the video after the fact, but it is worth the hiccups to listen. Highly recommended.

If you’re able to be yourself, then you have no competition. All you have to do is get closer and closer to that essence.–Barbara Cook

…put one on your pancakes.

Maybe you can see behind my pancakes, a green towel with a bunch of random electronic parts on it… and some screwdrivers? That’s my beloved (Ms.) Piggy, my iPod Touch, which is now 4.5 years old (3rd Gen).

She’s been dropped a few dozen times. She’s been in a sturdy, bounce-able thick silicone case and has bounced and bounced and bounced. Her glass is still intact (it’s easy to break the glass without a rubbery case).

But last Wednesday I dropped her, hard, down a stairwell. She landed just right and made a hard clunk. Then she forgot she had a battery.

She works fine plugged in, but I use her as a calendar. This doesn’t really work at the doctor’s office or the yarn shop where they want to schedule me.

I’ve got lots of screwdrivers from the many times I’ve fixed computers. I fixed desktops professionally back in Y2K days, when there were few laptops. I have fixed a few notebooks of my own, though they are a bit more finicky.

A few days ago I got out my screwdrivers and found some videos on YouTube showing me how to take apart this version of iTouch. I took her apart until I got to the “tiny phillips screwdriver” part. None of my drivers were small enough and phillips.

Teamwork and Community
Fortunately a FaceBook Friend/Knitting buddy (Elizabeth) had a driver I could borrow. Unfortunately, once I got in there it was clear that a connection I can’t fix was definitely broken (on the cable between the “motherboard” and the battery).

There was a tiny part with tiny little “fingers” on it which is supposed to click into another part like a lego… except the fingers were broken off. There’s no way to fix that. Tiny means smaller than the top of a pencil eraser. I needed magnifying eyeglasses to even see it properly.

The Verdict
Looks like I’ll see if getting a local fix it person will be affordable enough to put money into an older gizmo. I’d just as soon put off a larger purchase.  I’m not a happy consumer, comparison shopping for electronics is not entertaining.

But hey! I learned something. After I watched the YouTube videos I thought “this is something like things I’ve done before, I can try this.”

The hardest part was getting the glass front off, and I did it imperfectly. I didn’t break the glass but I did some minor damage to the rubber between it and the case.

Fear and Trying
Elizabeth said “Hey, you’re not afraid to try.” With due respect, I may LOOK unafraid but it’s more like proceeding in spite of the minor fear. I was trying something reasonable given my history.

Thank goodness another knitting friend steered me toward a local repair person. My Piggy-pod is far out of warranty and too old for Apple professionals to touch it (even if I had left it whole). We’ll see what he says, probably tomorrow.

The Magic of a Smile
Meanwhile, a smile of any sort has been proven to improve a person’s mood. If you want a lighthearted but earnest video explaining the smile effect, watch Kyeli here.

I know how the ground falls away from your feet and life floats for far too long. I know how sleep refuses to take away the pain for more than a few minutes at a time. I know that even driving a familiar path can become confused. When I went through my divorce, I remember turning the wrong way down a one-way street on the way home from work, the same way home I took for years.

I know that feelings come and go like waves… for years and years, despite what society says. I know that someone will try to help by saying “get over it” or “it’s been long enough, make a new life now” when that is just not reality for the mourner.

I know that losing a pet or becoming divorced are society-silenced losses which can hit us as deeply as those which require memorial services. Painfully, in those cases there is no public way to share the deep loss.

And when it’s time to call or write, to say I understand… well, all the words leave me. There is no good way to comfort the inconsolable.

I wrote a poem/letter to my father on the 23rd anniversary of his death. Society thought I should be done with that loss long before. I still have waves of feeling when I hear a particular song on the radio, the one which I sung for my brother’s first wedding to his now deceased first wife, Kelly.

If you need someone to understand, rest assured. At least I do.

Images: My dad in high school, me in 4th grade. Same eyes and ears. (He died when I was 14.) Brian’s dear friend who played banjo until he was 99, his last year with us. My cat, Muffett… the only pet I’ve ever had. I had him 17 years and even my friends cried when he died.