I finished my beach tunic in plenty of time for the scheduled trip to California. Take a look!
Pattern: Summer on You by Svetlana Volkova. Click here for my Ravelry project page. Yarn: Isager Strik Japansk Bomuld, colorway 10. No actual color name, so I’m calling it Sea Glass. Used just under 2 skeins (630 meters/689 yards, total). This is a 100% cotton laceweight tape that feels almost like paper. It’s really cool and crisp and a little hard on the hands, but it has amazing texture. Needles: US 6 and US 7, Addi nickel-plated circulars Size: 41.3″ bust Satisfaction with end product: Mostly good. It turned out larger than I expected, but I knit it three sizes larger than I usually wear, because I was using laceweight yarn rather than the sportweight the pattern calls for. I also didn’t do a gauge swatch. Oops. So I’ll consider this my bi-annual reminder to NEVER SKIP THE GAUGE SWATCH, ANGELA!
So, yes, it’s big, but big isn’t necessarily a bad thing for a beach cover-up, which should be loose and light and breezy. Achievement unlocked. Now, it may shrink some once I’ve run it through the washer and dryer, but if it doesn’t, I’m still okay with it.
I added a few extra rows of stockinette and eyelets for length, since I was going for coverage to about mid-thigh. Other than that, knit as written. If I make it again, I’ll definitely do a gauge swatch and I’ll take a good hard look at that neckline, since it turned out so wide and deep (again, that may be due to the size I chose, but some mods may be in order).
I have two skeins of the yarn left, and the yarn store where I bought it is closing, so they’re not taking returns. Thus, a summer tee or tank may be forthcoming to use up the rest of the yarn.
The subway trip to MOMA was more involved than all the previous subway trips we had undertaken by ourselves. We had to change trains twice, I think, to get to the right stop. And then we nearly walked right by the museum because the exterior didn’t look anything like what we expected.
First stop was the Degas exhibit, A Strange New Beauty. Be advised that link will probably only be good through the end of the exhibit on July 24, 2016, so I’m going to steal the website copy that describes the exhibit:
Edgar Degas is best known as a painter and chronicler of the ballet, yet his work as a printmaker reveals the true extent of his restless experimentation. In the mid-1870s, Degas was introduced to the monotype process—drawing in ink on a metal plate that was then run through a press, typically resulting in a single print. Captivated by the monotype’s potential, he immersed in the technique with enormous enthusiasm, taking the medium to radical ends. He expanded the possibilities of drawing, created surfaces with a heightened sense of tactility, and invented new means for new subjects, from dancers in motion to the radiance of electric light, from women in intimate settings to meteorological effects in nature. The monotype also sparked a host of experiments for Degas, who often used the medium as a starting point from which an image could be reworked and revised. This process of repetition and transformation, mirroring and reversal, allowed Degas to extend his approach to the study of form. The profound impact of his work with monotype can be seen in his variations in different mediums of key motifs, revealing a new kind of artwork that was less about progress or completion than endless innovation.
The exhibition includes approximately 120 rarely seen monotypes—along with some 60 related paintings, drawings, pastels, sketchbooks, and prints—that show Degas at his most modern, capturing the spirit of urban life; depicting the body in new and daring ways; liberating mark-making from tradition; and boldly engaging the possibilities of abstraction.
I loved this exhibit’s insight into Degas’s process, working out his art in multiple forms and media before committing to paint and canvas.
We then wandered through most of the permanent collection. I had my eye out for The Starry Night, and when I finally saw it, hanging on a feature wall all by itself, I squealed: “There it is, there it is!” and ran, I mean literally ran, to stand in front of it. And I cried. Of course, I knew I would because this has been my favorite painting for nearly 40 years; seeing it in person was an intensely emotional experience.
True confession: I got all misty again, just looking at the photo I took. Reproductions don’t do it justice. The actual painting is incredible: vibrant, glowing, pulsing with color. It’s alive. It positively sparkles.
Spouse had nearly the same reaction to his favorite painting, The Persistence of Memory. It’s behind glass: you can just barely see spouse framing the photograph in the reflection, with the rest of the gallery behind him. “Persistence”‘s reputation looms so large, I was surprised at how tiny the actual painting is: barely larger than a standard sheet of typing paper.
Spouse also fell in love with the 1961 Jaguar displayed in the sculpture gallery.
Yeah. That’s an awfully pretty piece of machinery. And it had its own guard making sure no one stepped over that perimeter line marked on the floor.
I could have spent all day here, because there’s so much to see, but spouse can tolerate paintings and sculpture and modern design and multi-media exhibits for only just so long. After three or four hours, he was done. So we made our way back to Times Square because we had noticed a couple of other exhibits at the Discovery Museum down there that spouse wanted to see and to which our GoPass granted entry.
The first was Body Worlds, a fascinating display of anatomy, functionality, and the sheer beauty of the human form, stripped down, literally, to its barest essence. I don’t recommend this exhibit if you’re squeamish about body parts or nudity, but if that doesn’t bother you and you’re at all curious in how all our moving parts work together, this is absolutely a must-see. I’m posting only one photograph in case there are some squeamish readers. Just scroll past quickly. Or not.
The second exhibit we saw, at the same museum, was Vikings. Wow. The first thing to greet you when you walk through the door is a replica of a Viking longboat. It’s spectacular. The rest of the exhibit is equally gorgeous: tools, clothing, jewelry, weapons — most of them the actual items, with just a few replicas because the originals are so precious or rare that they can’t be risked on public display — along with some interactive displays, like handling a replica sword, and lots of dioramas (I believe they were stills from The Vikings TV show on Discovery‘s sister channel, History) and information stations discussing religion, village life, exploration, all manner of cultural and sociological background. It’s a niche exhibit, just right for a history and archaeology nerd like me. Highly recommended.
As can be expected, we were exhausted by the end of the day and didn’t manage to go out for our fancy anniversary dinner that evening. But we and the dinosaurs tried out several eating spots throughout the day. Just a couple more pictures and we’ll call this one done.
Dinos sample roasted red pepper soup.
Dinos try frozen yogurt.
There’s one more full day to tell you about. Stay tuned.
We woke up fairly early — not surprising, considering we had crashed at 6:30 the previous evening — and got ready to head out on the town. The Statue of Liberty was our destination and purpose on this day. But our first adventure was discovering I did not pack a hairbrush with which to blow-dry my hair. You’ll see the results of finger-combed blow-drying in the photos. We walked a couple of blocks and found a different diner for breakfast. This one was equally good, and we alternated between the two the rest of the week. (Yesterday’s breakfast was at The Metro; today’s was at The Broadway. Spouse recommends the corned beef hash at either.)
Then it was time to tackle the subway. And here’s where we confess we got hustled. *hangs head in shame* Spouse and I were standing in front of the ticket dispenser, reading the instructions and discussing whether we wanted to buy a multi-day pass rather than trips when some fast-talking guy jumps up and starts pushing buttons and the next thing we knew we were through the turnstile holding tickets in our hands and handing him $60 cash. I mean it was literally nearly that fast. (Yes, we should have known better, but just hold on, there’s more to this story.)
Despite our misgivings, we and the dinosaurs took the train to Battery Park, where we picked up our GoNewYorkCard tickets for the ferry to the Statue of Liberty. While we were standing in line, I took a few photos of the skyline surrounding us.
It was a beautiful day.
Next we stood in line for the ferry. Our dinosaurs are very good at standing in line. And they were well-behaved while riding the ferry, as well.
The ride out was splendid. We rode on top of the ferry so we could see everything. We looked back toward the city:
We looked ahead toward the Lady:
The dinosaurs were especially excited to see her:
After disembarking, we wandered all over Liberty Island. Tickets to get into the pedestal or climb up to the lamp were sold out, so we stayed outside and took lots of photos. Here are a few:
Remember what I said earlier about finger-combing and blow-drying? Yeah. This was taken while we were still on the ferry, so we’ve got windblown as well. Not a good look. Let’s look at something more beautiful instead.
After a couple of hours on Liberty Island, we were whipped, sunburnt, and hungry, so we caught the ferry back. Neither spouse nor I were particularly interested in Ellis Island, so we skipped that part of the tour. (I mentioned whipped, sunburnt, and hungry, right?) At the Battery Park subway station, we tried to use our tickets again; and we confirmed our suspicions that we had been taken earlier. So we bought the multi-day passes we had originally intended to buy and caught the train back to Times Square where we grabbed a slice.
After taking the edge off our appetite, we went back to the hotel once more to get some rest before dinner; we had made arrangements for one of my internet friends who lives in New York to join us. I was a little nervous about this because, although this woman and I had been internet buddies since 2002, and had even talked on the phone once or twice over the years, we had never met in person. Ever. I know that’s not unusual in the internet age, but it still feels strange to say that some of my best friends are people I’ve never actually met.
At the appointed hour, Annie arrived. The restaurant near the hotel where we had thought to have dinner was unexpectedly closed, so we followed her lead on the subway and went on a little adventure. We took a walk through Columbus Circle, wandered through Penn Station (where I shot this gorgeous Art Deco mural), caught this train and that train, and wound up in Korea Town somewhere around 37th Street.
I tried bibimbap for the first time. The dinos tried octopus. I think they liked the octopus better than I liked the bibimbap, but one must try new things or one’s horizons remain forever narrow.
And, yes, spouse was kind enough to take a photo of Annie and me.
Isn’t she beautiful? I love her.
After dinner, Annie got us headed back to the right train, and we called it a night.
Whew. We, and the dinosaurs, were exhausted. Once back at the hotel, we turned in and were quickly asleep. Tomorrow would be another busy day!
Oh, by the way, we’re not done with the subway ticket story yet. Stay tuned.
So I ran away to the beach for a few days with my dear friend Alice. We left our respective spouses behind and had a nice girlie time, eating seafood, walking around Hilton Head Island shopping districts, and sitting on the beach.
Unfortunately, we didn’t get as much “sitting on the beach” done as we would have liked because Mother Nature decided to visit Hilton Head in the form of a massive thunderstorm. Shortly after that picture to the right was taken late Friday morning, thunder started cracking right over our heads and we decided it was in our best interests to get off the sand and out of harm’s way.
And what do you think two knitters do when they’re on vacation and thwarted from their planned vacation activities? That’s right. They look for yarn stores.
We had already hit one store on our way through Georgia. A couple of weeks ago, we learned that Creative Yarns in Macon was going out of business and had marked the entire store down 40%. We drove right through Macon on our way to the coast, so we pulled off the interstate and navigated by GPS to the store. Everything was still 40% off and the store was still well-stocked; it didn’t seem picked over at all, which rather surprised us, given that this going-out-of-business sale had been going on since mid-July. But we didn’t complain at the bounty, and found some gorgeous yarns at a great price. (100 yards of 100% cashmere in aran weight for $26? Yes, please. Plus Muench’s Touch Me in several fabulous colors, of which I purchased only one. Color, that is. Plus a Rowan pattern book I had been wanting for quite some time. By the way, this sale is also available online. I’m just sayin…)
We found another yarn store on Hilton Head itself not too far from our hotel that, based on its name, we probably would have bypassed had someone we encountered in another store hadn’t told us it sold yarn. That would be the Needlepoint Junction, which is indeed primarily a needlepoint supplier, but it had a small high-quality assortment of knitting yarns from which to choose. Alice found a carry-along yarn she had needed, and I found a couple of skeins of a nice multi-color wool aran that will probably end up as hats, or maybe a shawlette. We’ll see. We did a bit of sitting and knitting while in Needlepoint Junction, waiting out the torrential downpour that prevented us from finding a place to have lunch. Very pleasant and helpful staff.
Saturday morning after we checked out of the hotel, we headed to Savannah and The Frayed Knot. I had been there before (last year, when spouse and I took a brief trip for our anniversary), and I knew Alice would like it because…the yarn is organized by color. As a matter of fact, that’s the first thing she said when she walked in: “OMG, it’s organized by color. I love it!”
We found a few things we liked, but we exercised a little restraint, especially since we had done major damage to the bank accounts throughout the last few days with food and new hats and food and dessert and macaroons and ice cream. I bought only one skein of a local yarn (Copper Corgi), which is likely destined for use with an Alana Dakos hat pattern.
And here’s the whole of the new yarn acquisitions below.
I’m feeling just a tad guilty about spending so much. But when I pick up the cashmere or the velour? “Screw guilt,” say I. Now to decide what pattern(s) are worthy of such loveliness.