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This is my kind of class setup.

When I went to Knit Nation in 2010, I only went to the marketplace. And don’t get me wrong, it was awesome. But I couldn’t help eyeing up all the people perched on benches scribbling in notebooks or walking busily past with a half-knitted sampler clutched in their hands and wonder what delights I was missing out on by not taking classes. This year, I was perched at the computer and ready as soon as registration opened. I signed up for two classes that both started at 9am, which meant I got up at five o’clock in the goddamn morning for two days running—including a weekend!—in order to be in London on time. That, dear readers, is a sign of just how much of a draw I suspected the classes would be.

I wasn’t wrong. My first class was History and Methods of Lace Knitting, with the Is Really Famous On The Internet Franklin Habit. This is how you know this guy is a true knitter: he gave us each our choice of two lace repeat patterns, so everyone could knit while he lectured. Smart, smart man. The class was a bit of a stomping overview of the hows and whys of lace knitting, focussed on three different schools of lace knitting: Orenburg, Shetland, and Estonian. In each case, Franklin went through how (and why) each style of knitting began, details of its construction and style, and whether it’s still kicking these days. I’m familiar with Shetland and Estonian lace knitting in the sense that I’ve done scarves and shawls of each, but a lot of the history was new to me, and I especially liked learning about the different ways shawls were constructed—for example, Shetland shawls were often knitted into the center in four separate wedges, so when one was damaged it could be repaired without undoing the other three (yes, the thought of redoing even one wedge of a Shetland shawl gave me the vapors). As a bonus, Franklin also had several examples of different methods of construction or stitch approaches in the form of his own work, including his latest pattern, Anna, that I was rather blasé about online but is just gorgeous in person—I’ll definitely be knitting it. Plus, not to fangirl out, but he was delightful in person—incredibly knowledgeable, funny, and with a slight inferiority complex about whether he was allowed to lecture about Shetland knitting to people who might have actually, y’know, been to the Shetland Isles, in a really adorable way. Oh, and he already has London escalator etiquette down, so I think he qualifies as a transplanted Brit as much as any of us expatriates do.

My second class was harder to get to—that second five a.m. wakeup call was a doozy, so much so that I found myself bouncing off walls as I attempted to bumble my way towards coffee—but seriously, I know this sounds insanely nerdy to say about knitting but I mean it, blew my mind. It was Vintage Fit and Finishing, with Susan Crawford. I’m not sure what I was expecting—tutorials on edgings, maybe? This is the class I learned to crochet for, and we didn’t crochet a damn thing in class, but it was so much better than what I was expecting I am totally fine with it. Susan is pretty much a genius on all things vintage knitting, and she could have easily stretched this class out to a full-dayer—as it was she stayed for an extra half hour to show us some seaming techniques. It started with an overview of vintage clothing silhouettes, which sounds really basic (1920s = dropped waists! 1940s = shoulderpads!), but she went into enough detail about things like where sleeve caps should hit and how clothing was designed to fit that I have a whole boatload of marginalia surrounding her already-exhaustive handouts. She then went into how to measure yourself correctly, and how to approach altering vintage patterns to compensate for your figure in a way that won’t screw with the overall look of the garment. Again, this sounds obvious, but vintage knitting patterns are tricky beasts—in no small part because there was an assumption of knowledge that even experienced modern knitters are unlikely to have—so this entire section was golden. Finally, she showed us some finishing techniques using samples from her next book as examples, and oh, man. Even ignoring the fact that mattress stitching now makes so much more sense, and the way Susan casually tossed out a method of knitting your own period shoulder pad—the way she showed us to set in a sleeve alone would have been well worth my class fee. Seriously, there was some gasping aloud. Mostly by me.

Anyway, if you can’t tell from the hysterical gushing, both of my classes were amazing, and I left wishing I’d signed up for even more. (The fact that getting to Franklin’s class meant walking through the lecture room where the all-day Bohus class was being held, right past a table chock-a-block with amazing samples, DID NOT HELP.) In the meantime, I’ve added several more projects to my knitting queue so I can try out what I’ve learned. You know, because that’s exactly what most knitters need—reasons to knit more!

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This is pretty restrained, considering.

Yes, yes, I went to classes and learned a phenomenal amount, which is going to be another post this week. But let’s be honest about one of the real draws of Knit Nation: a just-big-enough marketplace (this sounds silly, but I’ve been to full-on knitting shows in exhibition halls, and they’re terrifying and full of novelty crap) with an excellent selection of fiber and notions. Yes, most of it can be found online, but I find the chance to handle yarns I’m not familiar with in person can be enlightening. And, uh, lead to plenty of follow-up online purchases in the future. Oops. Anyway, so I did manage to stay within my budget, and here is my modest (REALLY) haul:

1. One skein of Wollmeise wool yarn in Pine. When I went to the first Knit Nation last year, everyone was wetting themselves over the news that Wollmeise would have its own stall. Wollmeise is a one-woman dyeing operation out of Germany, and people go nuts for it—any online shop updates sell out in seconds, it can go for ludicrous prices on ebay, and people hoard it like it’s the end of the world and Wollmeise is spun from dehydrated potatoes and bullets. I showed up curious, thinking maybe I would buy a few skeins and hock them online for some extra cash. Unfortunately/fortunately, though, Wollmeise is pretty much worth the hype. The yarn is nice and smooth, with great stitch definition. But more than that, the dyes are just incredible—the colors are incredibly intense, unlike pretty much any other yarns I’ve seen. I have a triangle scarf I made for myself from part of last year’s purchases in a few different reds that is one of my favorite projects I’ve ever done. This time I headed to Loop’s stall looking for a nice dark green skein for another scarf, and found it in about four seconds, just chilling at the top of their shelf. I looked around to make sure I wasn’t missing anything, but nope, this was the one. Incidentally, this was the Wollmeise scrum at the opening of the Marketplace Preview:

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Run for your lives

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I’m not kidding. These knitters will cut a bitch for some Twin.

You get the idea. Just trust me when I tell you I was 1. the picture of self-restraint with my one skein; and 2. thankful to make it out of that melee alive.

2. One skein of indigo-dyed laceweight from Renaissance Dyeing. These guys are another repeat from last year’s Marketplace. I have a kit for a cowl in gradated shades from them, and really like their yarn—it’s soft and really luscious-feeling. Plus, I am a sucker for natural dyes, and this indigo shade is a rich shade after my jewel-color-loving heart. They also do naturally-dyed crewel thread, which makes me want to up my embroidering game.

3. Two skeins of Excelana, for a beret in the forthcoming A Stitch in Time Vol. 2. I have been waiting for this book for ages, but I do think it’s going to be well worth the wait. It was originally supposed to be published near the end of March, but it’s been delayed a few times now because of technical editing and other publishing-type issues. I’d complain, but given that the finished book is going to have something like 75 patterns, I am more than happy to wait for it. I took a class from Susan Crawford at Knit Nation (more on that later) and the samples from the book are pretty breathtaking. I was quite taken with the beige beret on the far left of this picture:

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–and so decided to buy some yarn for it in preparation for when the pattern finally drops into my sweaty little paws. I had asked Susan about the yarn requirements for it, then turned to pick out a shade, and as soon as I grabbed the deep grey yarn I heard her behind me give an approving “GOOD!” Turns out both she and the other woman working the stall are knitting the same hat in the same color. I suppose this means we can all wear our matching berets to the next Knit Nation.

4. A skein of Shetland laceweight and a skein of Gotland laceweight, both from Well Manor Farm. This is another hippie-crunchy-granola purchase: this is a small family farm with an emphasis on conservation and preserving heritage breeds. As a vegetarian, the fact that they sell meat makes me a little sad, but I can wholeheartedly get behind conserving traditional British sheep breeds and wool (or in the case of Gotland sheep, British by historical immigration!—Gotland sheep are Swedish originally, but have been imported to the U.K. for a while now). I bought the Gotland skein, a silvery-grey laceweight, on Friday, and on Saturday found myself drifting back through the Marketplace to check out the Shetland colors. Both wools are a little rougher than what we may be used to, but they are wools bred for proper fuck-off Northern winters, and I am planning on getting my money’s worth out of them with a couple solid cowls for when winter really has it out for me.

–And that’s it! Small purchases, but the fact that almost all of them are fingering-weight or thinner means my modest haul actually translates to hours upon hours of knitting time. Plus, having seen the wares now means I’ll be able to order online from my favorite wool shops with confidence. And now that I’ve been writing this blog post and I’ve got all their shop windows open on my laptop anyway, it would really just be rude to not toss some more business their way in this fragile economic climate…right?

As you read this, cross your fingers that I have not fallen asleep on the train and am waking up in Dover. (I will have gotten up to make a 6:45am train, so this is more possible than usual.) Assuming my caffeine intake is steady and heavy-handed, I will be on my way or actually shrieking my way through…Knit Nation 2011!

There will be class-taking. There will be side-eyeing famous knitbloggers. There will be an afternoon visit to a special exhibition at the British Museum, which will possibly get a later post of its own. And there will be—oh, WILL there be—enough yarn shopping to sink a battleship, or possibly my credit rating. Fingers crossed I don’t sell any possessions to finance that last skein of Wollmeise.

Send help. And by “help” I mean “an extended credit limit”.

It’s finally happened: after twelve years of knitting, and five days before my class for which I am supposed to know basic crochet skills…I can now crochet. Well, sort of. I’m now comfortable doing single, half double, and double crochet, and this afternoon should find me learning triple crochet. (Hopefully “basic” crochet skills doesn’t mean “we’ll be making a granny square in class.”)

Coming to crochet from the knitting world obviously has brought with it a lot of advantages. I remember when I learned to knit, one of the toughest things to get my head round was the architecture of the stitches—how the yarn sat in a stitch, and what manipulating it in three dimensions would look like. Crocheting is quite a bit different, but a lot of the basic mechanics—looping a working end through existing stitches, being able to recognise the legs of a stitch—is similar enough to knitting that I felt I was on essentially familiar ground. The fact that I’ve gone from “not a crocheter” to “LOOK I MADE SOME FABRIC” in the course of an afternoon is testament to that.

It’s not, however, been without its problems. The problem with being a knitter is that I can’t help but think of crocheting as a weird variant of knitting, which is adding a weird extra mental step to everything I’m doing. (It’s a bit like how learning piano long before any other instruments means I still translate guitar tabs into sheet music in my head.) The fact that different stitches take different amount of steps is pretty consistently blowing my mind—in knitting, with the exclusion of things like bobbles and nupps (if you don’t know, don’t ask), each stitch is the same basic step, just manipulated in a different direction or turned or something. In crochet, double crochet and single crochet are *drastically* different stitches, involving a whole host of separate actions. THIS IS SO WEIRD. And don’t even get me started on how to hold the crochet hook. I keep trying desperately to hold it like a knitting needle (apparently, I should be holding it either like a pencil or like a knife), and ending with me trying to stab it through a stitch with my thumb.

I’m not sure crocheting is ever going to take the cushy, wooly, beloved place of knitting in my heart. But okay, okay…I’m glad I’ve finally been forced into learning it. If for no other reason than I can now start tackling granny square afghans and those ridiculous amigurumi patterns that never seem to be translated into knitting. Just don’t expect me to ever hold a crochet hook without looking like a pirate, and we’ll be in business.

Registration for Knit Nation opened up on Sunday, and you’d better believe I was at my computer with fifteen minutes to spare, debit card clutched in slightly sweaty fingers. I’m signed up for two classes: one on the history of knitted lace with Franklin Habit, and one on vintage fit and finishing techniques with Susan Crawford. So it’s going to be a histori-knitting weekend, and I am VERY EXCITED.

There is only one hitch to my plan to spend a mid-July weekend in a blissful knitting haze: one of Susan Crawford’s class prerequisites is a basic knowledge of crochet. And my knowledge of crochet is…basic-plus. Basic squared. Remedial basic. I know what a crochet hook looks like, and I even own a couple, but their use has been limited to seaming lovely pieces of knitting. I have a feeling this is not quite the “basic” Crawford intends.

I mean, it should be fine, right? I’ve got two and a half months until Knit Nation, and all I’ve got in the meantime is my usual load of working and writing, plus three pregnant friends whose gifts I haven’t actually started, plus my viva which has just been given an official date, so…that’s plenty of time…right?

This may call for some serious multi-tasking on my part. I could always try to fit crocheting into my commute, and do it as I walk. Or maybe I could convince people at work that my phone manner improves substantially if I’ve got some string and sticks in my hands. (If I make the hook/needles menacing enough, maybe they won’t even dare to ask for an explanation.) But by hook or by crook (do you see what I did there? DO YOU??), come July 15th I am GOING to be ready for this class.

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