Category Archives: swaps

Butterflies and Stars from Brendah

These lovely flowers and star discs are enjoying themselves among my spring flowers. They arrived today from San Francisco, along with a postcard.

Again, I love the fact that they are all different colours. There is also a cute silver heart charm that says “Made with love”. Oh, and I got seven markers instead of the regulation five.

Thanks, Ms Flowers!

I think I may be hooked on exchanges now…

Stitch Markers from Celena

Stitch Markers from Celena
Originally uploaded by jwordsmith.

These Happy Hearts arrived today from Florida. Thank, Celena!

They are the perfect size (making me realise mine were a bit big and heavy unless my giftees knit lots of blankets or chunky sweaters) and I like the fact that they are all different colours, since I’m always getting lost in patterns.


Stitch Markers: "Red Wave"

Stitch Markers “Red Wave”
Originally uploaded by jwordsmith.

These stitch markers will be winging their way to somone from the Stitch Marker Exchange, later this month.

I liked them so much I made myself some earrings that differ only in that the big white bead is a reddish/brown bead in the earrings.

I put different coloured seed beads at the top of each, so that someone could, potentially, use them to check quickly where they were in a round (if they knew the yellow one came first and the blue one was the last one…)


I’ve been feeling a bit isolated out here in knitland, in winter. I read a lot of blogs but I felt like I wanted something to connect me to a community, so I started searching for swaps.

I found this great site, which has a list of links to various knit-a-longs and swaps. The knit-a-longs seem more prevalant and I might get into that, but the thing is, I REALLY enjoyed both sending and receiving my socks during Sock Wars.

So down I scrolled.

I didn’t find a knitting swap as such that appealed to me (without scaring the wits out of me in terms of scale or timing) but I did find a stitch marker swap. So I signed up, and made one set while #1 Son did something crafty at the table and #2 slept. Hey, if I can do one set in the time it takes a newly-4 year old to get bored, I can probably complete the second set by the end of the month without freaking out too much.

On with the swap.

I guess I should take a picture of the markers sometime soon. I’ll wait to see if it’s all totally anonymous (or “anomolous”, as my mother likes to say) before I post anything. Can’t remember the details now.



I'm Dead

Death arrived in the mail today, from Wyoming , not the West Country as I had expected (I had read the sidebars of Yarn-Monkey’s site incorrectly).

The socks are lovely, made of Plymouth Colorspun DK (75% Acrylic, 25% Wool), which means they’ll probably last longer than the ones I made. They fit perfectly and are in a colourway I’d wear any day of the week. (To be honest I’d have worn even the most horrible of colours anyway, simply because they were my Socks of Doom and would make me smile).

The blow was further softened by a handful of Ghirardelli Caramel Chocolate Squares and a lovely postcard of a landmark near her home, the Devil’s Tower.

Sock Wars Killer Postcard

Death Becomes Her

I received a message from the assassin of my assassin (in Sock Wars, of course).

Jaycee is so very dead,” it read, “and we mourn her passing….but she died happily with alpaca/silk blend socks for her feet!

Ah, it comes to us all. It just hasn’t come to me yet.

I checked the package tracking facility at USPS and my victim’s socks were in her mailbox as of yesterday morning, so she should be dead by now and thinking about mailing her work-in-progress to me.

If it arrives before my West Country socks I’ll be able to add a few rows before sending it on to Texas. If not, I’ll be providing my victim with the address of the assassin of my assassin. Who then gets to knit for the victim of my victim.

Confused, yet?

In other news, I think I might be ready to get back to work on the Never-Ending Aran. Although there is the Cyberman Sweater to consider, and I have most of a pair of socks knitted from my Trekking XXL…but I might be socked out.

The weather is definitely cooler here, and I feel the need to knit with speed.

All's Well

My poor victim contacted me this morning, as did her potential victim.

The socks are in the mail.

I’m still a terminal case, but I feel happier about it now that the system is working as it should.

But then, I’m Roman Catholic, so you know, I like things to stick to their proper structure.

Sock Wars – Deadly Weapons Done!

The socks, they are finished…

OK, so it turns out I’m not dead until the socks arrive, so I kept knitting, hoping to take someone else out before I died, and look: I have.

And they are not, as you might notice, stripey or in the least colourful.

There were a few *ahem” hiccoughs in the Sock Wars Universe. Allow me to ennumerate:

1, Hurricane Gordon, or the remains thereof, sideswiped the Yarn Monkey, our Commander in Chief and knocked out communications. As any General knows, communications are critical and without them a war is not going to progress smoothly. Our esteemed CinC did well, posting pattern, errata and list of assassins and victims to her blog, but without a head, many of us are running around like the chicken’s body after the chopper has done his job.

2, When I realised that I had missed the start by a good 36 hours, I feverishly began winding and dyeing wool. It worked well, although I limited myself to two colours.

3, I logged on to the forums on Saturday afternoon to read that at least one knitter had MAILED her socks at 11.15 that morning. I had yet to dry my wool, wind it into balls, or cast on.

4, In my haste, my yarn and I had a bit of a misunderstanding about its ability to survive a ride in Sir Tumble-Dryer. I was sure it was Super-Wash. It informed me, a little too late, that it was not. (If anyone needs two balls of pink and blue solid fluff with which to stuff toys, let me know and I’ll mail it off).

5, I rushed to the yarn store to buy a replacement only to again bewail the fact that I have a yarn store in walking distance, and yet it sells so few tempting yarns, especially in DK (acrylic city!). I saw something nice that seemed to have the write stitch guage on the label, even if it looked a little thick, so I bought it, at considerable cost.

6. I spent precious time on Saturday afternoon, closetted away from the family, swatching with my new yarn. Hopelessly out of range.

7. I rummaged in the stash and found a wonderful Knit Picks Elegance in Coal (Black) that I have already knitted one hat for the husband out of, and that I would never have knitted socks from except for the fact that it was an emergency. I can only hope that my victim treats them gently, as they are cashmere and alpaca. Not exactly hard-wearing sock yarn, but hey, they felt fantastic to knit.

8. I stayed up past midnight on Sunday grafting the toe of the first sock, and woke up, bleary eyed to an email entitled “Are you prepared to die?”. It was unnerving and I might have deleted it, except that it was exactly the kind of email I was looking for. My assassin must have been one of the lucky dossier-receiving types as she never asked me for my address and indicated that my socks were in the mail. She also advised me to keep knitting, in order to take out someone else, the thought of which was an immense comfort in the face of my own imminent demise, I must say. Plus she’s an ocean away, so I reckoned she was on to something.

9. Part way through the second sock, on Monday, I emailed my victim to ask for her mailing address. Here I am at 12.30 AM, Wednesday,
still waiting for a response. And the socks, they are ready to do their deadly deed.

10. I left a comment in the blog of my victim’s potential victim, to see if she had had any taunting from her appointed assassin. I also emailed her. She must think I’m stalking her because I haven’t heard from her either. But that was just this evening and I think she might have been in bed or offline, what with the time-difference and all that.

So, I’m pretty pleased that I am at least in the position to take someone out, but a little disappointed that I don’t get to scurry to the mailbox, package in hand right now (and I would, you know).

Poor yarn-monkey. If I’m a little disappointed, imagine how she must feel, having set this all up only to have a hurricane rip through her powerlines at the very hour and minute the Sock Wars day dawned. Since she has posted nothing recently, I’m assuming she’s missing the whole thing. Poor, poor monkey.



I received an email this morning telling me that a pair of deadly socks are winging their way towards me even now.

I was up until after midnight last night finishing Sock1 and casting on for the second. Oh, if only I had remembered to start on Friday…Nah, I still would have been dead.

Ah well, ‘t was fun. And a nice cushy pattern too. I may have to file it and try it again.

I’ve seen some of my assassin’s work on her blog and it looks like I should be getting a well-made instrument of death, at least ;-)