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Knitting 103 "Teddy BearSweater"
The purpose of Knitting 103
“Teddy Bear Sweater”
is to educate the class about
all the steps
required in
knitting a sweater.
The pattern was designed to
include all the parts of a
regular s
ized cardigan, including a small
increase pattern on the sleeves,
a
ribbed crew collar and button
plackets. They will learn the
importance of
determining gauge
and blocking.
The goal is to encourage the class: if you can knit this teddy bear sweater, then you can knit a person sized sweater, too! It is a four week class. The sweater is small enough that they should easily be able to finish the work from week to week 
Teddy Bear Sweater,
Week One
Before people have arrived
to this
class, they should have
determined
what
size needles they need to
achieve
the correct gauge.
Talk to them about gauge.
Gauge doesn’t matter so
much
if you’re knitting a dishrag or a
scarf or even
an
afghan. But if you’re making
something which needs to
be a certain size, like
a
garment or a pillow cover,
then you need
to make sure that your
gauge in
knitting
will achieve the proper
dimensions.
After you’ve explained all that,
then it’s time to get started!
Hand out the
pattern
for week one, and get them
started.
The Bible Study is centered
on the topic of measuring
gauge,
Romans
3:19–26.
I. Introduction
Questions:
•What’s the purpose of a ruler?
•Is an inch the same on one
ruler as it is
on another ruler, or are there
different
standards for the length of
an inch?
In religion, what would be
our “ruler”?
What do we measure
ourselves
against?
(The Law, or the 10
Commandments)
We measure our lives against
the standard
of God’s Law. But a funny thing
happens
once we start to measure our
gauge.
Have someone read
Romans
3:19–20
II. The Law’s Gauge
Question: What is Paul saying
here
about when we try to
make the gauge”
against the Law’s standard?
(Nobody will
measure
up.)
Paul is saying that we can
never make
the gauge of God’s law.
There are things you can
do in knitting
to manipulate the outcome of
your
product.
Question: What are some
things
you can do? (Use a
different
size
of needles; knit more tightly or
loosely;
use another
yarn)
But Paul is saying that there’s
nothing
we can do in our lives to
manipulate
our
gauge to fit God’s standard!
We will not
measure up!
Let’s suppose:
You knit a sweater, but you never
check
your gauge. And you have a
great time
knitting it up. But when you
get finished,
your sweater will be too large
or to
small.
The same think applies with
our lives. You
may go through life never
comparing yourself
against God’s “gauge.” And you
might be as
happy as a lark.
But your
gauge will still be
off! Being ignorant of the
truth doesn’t make
our
true reality go away.
In fact....look at verse 20.....
it’s precisely in
measuring our gauge that we
become
conscious of our shortcoming.
The gauge
standard is what points
out to us
the truth
about ourselves, that we
can never meet the
gauge.
III. Another Gauge
Sounds like bad news, huh?
But it isn’t!
Let’s read on. Have someone
read Rom. 3:21–26.
Verse 21—A righteousness from
God apart
from the Law. Aha! There is a
new standard!
Question: And what is this
new standard
of
righteousness? (Jesus)
Jesus has measured up to
the gauge of
righteousness. And the
good news is
that we’re not measured
against our gauge.
We’re measured
against
his.
Vss. 23–24—Question:
Does anyone
make the gauge on their
own?
No! The product of our own doings
will always
fall short. All fall short, and
all
“make the gauge”
in the same way: through the
product of Jesus’
doings.
This is the good news: We don’t
make the grade. Jesus makes
it.
He has “made the gauge”
and in him we meet the standard.
Teddy Bear Sweater, Week One
Romans 3:19-26
Now we know that whatever
the law says,
it
speaks to those who are
under the law,
so that every mouth may be s
ilenced, and
the whole world may be held
accountable to
God. 20 For “no human being
will be
justified
in his sight” by deeds prescribed
by the law,
for through the law comes the
knowledge of
sin.
21 But now, apart from law, the
righteousness of God has been
disclosed,
and is attested by the law and t
he
prophets,
22 the righteousness of God
through
faith in
Jesus Christ for all who
believe.
For there is
no distinction,
23 since all have sinned and
fall
short of
the
glory of God;
24 they are now justified by his
grace as a
gift,
through the
redemption that is in
Christ Jesus,
25 whom God put forward as a
sacrifice of
atonement by his blood,
effective through
faith.
He did this to show his
righteousness,
because in his divine
forbearance he had
passed over the sins
previously
committed;
26 it was to prove at the
present time that he
himself is
righteous and that he
justifies the
one who has faith in Jesus.
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Friday, July 27, 2012
Holy cow (or bear): it's the Sacred Sweater!
Thursday, July 26, 2012
An incredible rescue
This is one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Note how the elephants work as a team to rescue the baby from the water. He's too slippery to pick up, so two of them gently herd him along to shore. Then he gets stuck in mud, and one of the elephants levels the ground out with its foot so he can walk. Elephants are amazing.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Confession: I killed a panda (with scissors)
So we all know what pandas look like. Roly-poly, black-masked, adorable, with their woolly black-and-white contrasted coat. I wouldn't get in a cage with one, but I can admire their cuddlyness from afar.
So Caitlin said to me not long ago:
Grandma.
Yes, Caitlin.
Could you knit me something?
Sure, what would you like?
Could you knit me a panda?
A panda? I had so many panda patterns I didn't know where to start. Most of them were plain lousy, or even frightening.
This poor guy looks as if he was run over by a truck.
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But hel-lo-o-o-o-o-o: what was this? Just about the cutest knitted panda pattern I've ever seen! And he looked easy to make. The pattern came from World of Knitted Toys by Kath Dalmeny, a book I've used for several successful projects, such as many of the characters in my Ugly Duckling story which I gave Erica and Lauren for their birthdays.
I showed her the pattern. "I want it! I want it!" Caitlin said, so I told her, alrighty then, I'll knit it for you.
And then.
Well, it got weird.
Then weirder.
This thing didn't look like a panda at all: more like an anteater who was a victim of Monty Python's Owl Stretching Time.
By the time I finished the body, which was knitted in one piece, I knew I was in trouble. It looked like a fat bowling pin crossed with a pig. The head had a strange point on it, and was twice the size of the body. The eye-patches were about 2" too long.
Where did I go wrong???
Trying to sew the legs on was worse: they were long, skinny and tubular, and the animal wouldn't stand up. It splayed on the floor like a disabled anteater.
I stuffed the body, tried and tried to sculpt it into some kind of shape that wasn't totally grotesque. It didn't work. I tried to open it up so I could unravel it and salvage the wool, which was very expensive.
No dice. It wouldn't happen. I took scissors to the thing, hacking the head off so I could at least have the stuffing back. My panda lay before me, a mass of unravelled wool and destroyed morale.
I felt like crap. Obviously I had done something very wrong, but what?
Then this morning, something happened. . .
I found an example of the same (finished) panda on a web site called Random Meanderings. This entry is for some time in 2009.
OK then. . . it's supposed to look like a pig on stilts!
Yes. It has a definite piglet quality, with elongated limbs, as if someone had fed it growth hormone.
So it wasn't my fault. Moreover, it looks to me as if Random Meanderings followed the pattern exactly. It wasn't bad knitting, at all. In fact it looked very neatly done, which is not such an easy thing with a larger stuffy.
But this is what she got: a "what-is-it?", which I simply could not give to Caitlin.
The only thing I could think of was that I used a yarn substitution. These patterns all call for something called DK, which is not available in Canada and which no one has even heard of in yarn shops (which don't exist any more anyway - you have to dive into sale bins at Walmart). I used a thinner version of "worsted weight", which makes up 90% of the yarn you can get here. It varies from almost threadlike to so massively thick, it should be labelled "super bulky".
(Blogger's note. No, that's not true. The funny-looking panda was knitted with the correct yarn and STILL came out looking like an English Bull Terrier with anteater genes.)
(Blogger's note. No, that's not true. The funny-looking panda was knitted with the correct yarn and STILL came out looking like an English Bull Terrier with anteater genes.)
Whew. These two could be cousins. Is that genetically possible? Anyway, my poor trashed anteater-panda didn't look nearly as good as this one because it had weird bumps and bulges and a lot of very visible seams. It didn't look so much like a handsome English Bull Terrior as Eeyore from Winnie-the-Pooh.
Let me tell you my best and worst traits:
(a) I never give up.
(b) I never give up.
I just can't. I have to try again, try to win, because failure opens up a desperate plug-hole in the bottom of my spirit, causing all my will to live to drain away.
In my life, I've had about 90% failure, so you can imagine how I feel when something like this happens.
We live in an age where we can order a pattern for a few dollars, and get it via email within the hour. I decided to gamble on Debi Birkin because I think her patterns are brilliant. I was even able to manage Piecrust the Tortoise (below), though it still doesn't look like the original picture.
I made a turtle family which I gave my daughter-in-law for her birthday. The pattern was challenging enough to be interesting, but never once felt the wrath of my scissors or the ripping-out of fibrefill guts.
So now, probably stupidly, I will essay to waste still more money on still more black-and-white wool to try to make Ping Pong Panda. If he turns out at all, he'll be more of a cuddly teddy than a stand-up panda (who never stood up anyway). But hey - if all else fails, I'll still have that tiny blue sweater.
Monday, January 24, 2005
I received The World of Knitted Toys for Christmas. I decided to try a panda bear. It knitted up quickly, but finishing took forever. For me, finishing stuff is not nearly as fun as knitting. Oh well, I'm not terribly pleased with the end product. The corners are too square. And his legs seem awfully long. Maybe next time I'll try something with fewer parts.
Here's the funny looking Panda:
Monday, July 23, 2012
How Woody Allen stole Manhattan, Part 1
OK! It's Monday morning and time for your assignment.
I've been wondering about some things - specifically, about Top Cat, that cult classic cartoon series which ran ever-so-briefly in 1961. Only 30 episodes were ever made, possibly because the characters were all petty criminals with no moral compass whatsoever. Not a good influence on the kiddies.
Watching these again on a Classic Toons channel, I'm finding them hugely entertaining. But there are certain things that make the back of my neck prickle.
My fave character in the Gang of Six, then as now, is Choo-Choo. When I looked up Top Cat in Wikipedia, an entire entry was devoted to the different characters. Here's what it said about Choo-Choo:
Choo-Choo
Choo-Choo, nicknamed Chooch to TC and the gang, is enthusiastic and devoted to TC even when he’s clueless as to what he’s doing. He is a pink cat with a white long-sleeve turtle-neck shirt, he is the tallest of the alley gang cats and often is depicted with the eyes of a Siamese cat. He lives at the fire house as the fire house cat as seen in one episode "Hawaii Here We Come". Choo-Choo is apparently a very skilled poker player, as stated by Top Cat in the episode "The Golden Fleecing". He had a couple of love crushes "Choo-Choo's Romance" and "Choo-Choo Goes Gaga-Gaga", however unlike Fancy-Fancy or Top Cat, Choo-Choo has no courage talking to girls. When he talks, his voice sounds like Woody Allen. In the movie, his voice is a bit narrow and higher and he plays bingo at a retirement. He is voiced by Marvin Kaplan and Jason Harris in the movie.
Yes. Choo-Choo is definitely the best cat, if not the "top" cat. The Woody Allen connection is a little strange however: how many people knew about him then? He was likely doing standup, and maybe he'd been on Ed Sullivan or something, but I don't think he'd been in any movies. But for some reason, Hanna-Barbera wanted a likeness of his voice, maybe for its fundamental New York-ness.
Anyway, concerning the above clip: you have to watch a specific portion, 1:09 to 1:22. It's very New Yorky, full of the funk and babble of the city and its ramshackle urban skyline. But just listen to the music! Doesn't it remind you of something, perhaps a cartoon take on Rhapsody in Blue?
Now watch the beginning of the clip from Manhattan, the first thirty seconds or so. Compare and contrast.
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Jesus, I can't believe how similar they are! When Woody begins to narrate, it's like we're hearing Choo-Choo resurrected from the Hanna-Barbera vaults.
I can't help but think that Woody unconsciously borrowed from this cartoon when making Manhattan. This is only one of many episodes that opened in a similar way. I mean. . . with a character in it who was supposed to be him. . .
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Saturday, July 21, 2012
Alive but alone
I cannot imagine the provenance of this, though I do remember carefully cutting it out of TV Guide sometime in the late '90s, putting it in a book, and forgetting about it. Then, much later, rediscovering it by accident and scanning it.
I cannot imagine what sort of TV show this would advertise.
What happened is, I was photoshopping some pictures, my finger slipped, and suddenly all the photos in the file just vanished. In the same instant a new file popped up, or should I say a very old one, pictures from the deep past that I had long ago given up for dead. I had either misfiled them, or they had disappeared into another dimension.
Et voila. Somehow, for some reason, they popped back through the portal into the Now. This picture, which I sometimes wondered about and was beginning to treat like someone who was lost in a war, was back in my hands.
Perhaps everything does happen at once, the past is really the present, and Einstein is looking at us all with his enigmatic little smile. I can't figure out the huge-eyed forlorn boy puppet holding the awful grimacing mask, his skeletal wooden joints
and threadbare clothing.
Who does he think he is? Who is he trying to be? And why is he back here looking at me now?
Dark night: thoughts on the Colorado massacre
Like a lot of people, I find I can't live - can't go about my day-to-day activities and try to enjoy life - if I'm paralyzed with grief, horror and fear. At the same time, how can I NOT feel this, and feel deeply for the survivors who are reeling with shock and disbelief?
It COULD happen to me, or to you. We don't have special protection, even if we believe in "God" or "the angels". It's NOT "a movie" or "part of the show". Those AREN'T "firecrackers", but gunshots! Gunshots that kill people.
Do you still think everything happens for a reason? Then tell me, explain to me: what was the reason for this?
I
get sad and melancholy and I don’t know how else to feel when the news is so
horrendous. In a sense, you have to just push it away. It’s not good mental
health to practice so much denial, and it’s not honest either, but what else can you do, not go out because
you’re afraid you’ll be gunned down? I don’t care about me, though I’d rather
be cleanly killed than be like Gabby Gifford who is now reduced to a
bewildered, childlike state.
It’s my loved ones I worry about. All the time,
really. I worry about apocalypse of some sort. The weather, world climate,
which is already deteriorating alarmingly, fire and flood, drought and snowstorm occurring where/when they shouldn't be, and I wonder what I am leaving for
my grandchildren and their children, if they even have a
chance to exist. And/or terrorism spreading like an evil ugly cancer, ultimate
weapons, what they used to call “germ warfare” that would knock out
so many people, there’d be no one left to try to cure it.
I know these are worst-case
scenarios and the stuff of science fiction and movies/books about the horror of dystopia, but
still, did anyone anticipate 9-11? I don’t see how anyone could have, and that's what alarms the shit out of me. It was just a
taste of what terrorists might do to us. If it happens again on a mass scale, of course it would be all-out nuclear
war and the end of everything.
We
can’t think about this, of course, but there is a cost to repressing it all the
time. If you talk about it and openly express fear about it, you’re seen as a
sort of party-pooper who doesn’t know how to have a good time (text-text-text,
tweet-tweet-tweet!). I asked Bill once, “what’s IN all these texts? What are people
texting about?” Bill said, “NOTHING.” And I think he’s right. They have no
content, so all they are is a sort of mutual narcissism and a smokescreen insulating people from their feelings.
Myself, I lasted about two seconds on Facebook because every time I tried to post anything serious, all I got was dead silence, or a nasty jibe meant to send up my comment or minimize it with a joke. I felt like I was eight years old and being ostracized on the playground once again.
With all this emphasis on "social networking", we're increasingly wearing masks and becoming anyone we want to be. It's fun for a while, then an awful barrenness steals in and begins to eat away at the core, the very foundation of your soul. And for the most part, you're not even consciously aware of it. Everyone's doing it, after all, so it must be OK.
Constant shallow tweeting, texting and phoning about nothing drowns out the drone of horror in the background, the sound of those awful air-raid sirens I used to hear as a kid (supposedly, just being tested out, but tested out far more often during the Cuban Missile Crisis and at other points when the nuclear clock stood at a few seconds to midnight).
I never used to hear about random shooters when I was younger: did you? Did you hear about events like this, or Columbine, or people just randomly opening fire in mall food fairs?
Why is this happening now, when it never used to happen before? Though there is a tremendous amount of denial about this subject, in many ways our world teeters on the brink. Brink of what? Climate meltdown, terrorism on a scale so massive it's beyond our capacity to grasp - and, the thing no one talks about any more, vast, even grotesque overpopulation.
Being crowded together far beyond the carrying capacity of the planet, a planet we have poisoned grievously and choked with vast islands of dead computers and other forms of plastic that will never degrade, has done something to us. It's cooking up a huge vat of collective stress, the kind of stress that can explode alarmingly in a susceptible person. I have a theory about why so many people are becoming grossly obese: it goes beyond the ubiquity of junk food in seemingly every store. Cramming a chocolate bar in your mouth helps you push down that low-grade vibration of anxiety about our survival as a species.
Try to project all the problems we have in the world to fifty years from now. I am afraid to. I just don't see how we will be able to stop the juggernaut, the relentless progression of a destruction we set in motion ourselves, mostly through thoughtlessness and greed.
We treat these horrendous fires and floods as if they came out of nowhere, but I see it as the planet hitting back, finally unable to stand any more abuse. We HAVE changed the world climate, folks - irrevocably, and not for the better. I am afraid that these feeble attempts to reduce our "carbon footprint" is too little, too late.
But we are awfully good at numbing ourselves to the truth, whether with drugs, food, or an obsession with technology you can hold in one hand like an ice cream cone.
If a lonely, isolated, socially-deprived person with a fascination with weaponry begins to entertain an idea - an awful idea - what will stop him? He won't talk to a friend about it because he doesn't have any friends. ("He kept mostly to himself" has become almost a cliche in these situations.) Friends aren't people any more - they're Facebook pages and "tweets". (And I think it's no accident that the inventor of this strange form of non-communication named it after the sound a silly, superficial, bird-brained creature.)
Every time something like this happens, authorities are quick to tell the public that it was an "isolated case", just one disturbed nut case whose mental illness had nothing to do with the rest of us or the alienated, anxiety-ridden, sick world we live in. That makes everyone feel better for a while. Doesn't it?
I don't know what to do about all this. It's as if I'm expected to care, but not care, or at least not care very much. I can't prevent another dark night, have no idea how to start. But the profound social isolation and alienation that gave rise to this horrific act affects all of us, without exception.
So we don't know how to feel. We don't know how to go on. "We thought it was part of the show," the survivors said.
And in an awful kind of way, maybe it was.
Crazy cats: nutty, funny cat gifs!
Flipper never had it so good. Interspecies romance at its finest. (Let's not get into animal hybrids here: catphin? Dolphat?)
Ohhhhhhhhh. . . yeahhhhhhhhh.
Feladdin and his flying litterbox!
Something tells me these two were trained. At least poor Doggie fell on something soft.
This is a classic. But I can't quite figure it out! Looks like an endless loop of sliding kittens.
Without a doubt, THE cutest cat gif to date. But there's always next week.
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