DesigKnit

Sometimes you start a project and everything goes swimmingly. You just know it’s going to work. And other times, doubt nags. And nags. And nags.

I’ve already whined about how I managed to forget how to execute a presentable cast on for the hybrid sweater sleeves. Fortunately, casting on doesn’t last very long, and I’ve been happily zipping up the arms for the past 2 nights. Things have slowed down sufficiently at work that I am not bringing work home to fill my evenings as much, so I’ve been getting knitting done! This is also big yarn after Irtfa’a, which makes it feel even faster. I forgot that Branden took the camera with him, and haven’t charged the other one, so I still have no pictures for you. You’ll just have to take my word for it…I have gotten knitting done. The sleeves are up above my elbows now.

And, of course, I’m now having second thoughts about the sleeves. I didn’t start increasing as soon as I usually would have, because I wanted to get through the cable colorwork before beginning to increase. That means that the sleeves haven’t gotten big as fast as they normally would. In fact, they fit my forearms pretty nicely. This is a problem. This is not a sweater for me. This is a sweater for Branden, and while I would not say that he has big, bulky forearms, I would definitely say that they are larger than mine.

Now, I measured off of the swatch to figure out how may stitches to use. Generally my circular gauge is almost exactly the same as my flat gauge. I know that this yarn does tend to grow a good bit with blocking, but I really like the stitch spacing that I have now, and wouldn’t want to rely on stretching during blocking to make much of an increase in size. I also don’t know how well the colorwork will stretch out with blocking. My swatches tend to lie, so I generally tend not to trust them. I didn’t want the sleeves to be baggy, but I also had no intention of making them form fitting.

So, I am now having second thoughts about continuing on this project. Branden isn’t home, so I can’t make him try them on and convince myself that it will be ok. I also have a sneaking suspicion that I know I need to frog and don’t want to admit it. It’s only 70 rows on two sleeves, but I really just don’t want to rip it out. I don’t usually have any problem frogging a piece; I think it’s just that this is the only knitting progress that I’ve made in a couple of weeks, and I want to think it will just work out with blocking. (My sister’s sweater definitely increased by at least 10 inches with blocking, though hers had much more ribbing and cable in it, so a lot of the stretch came from that. And, like I said before, I don’t want to overstretch during blocking and end up separating the stitches too much.

I think I’m going to put this project aside until tomorrow night when Branden will be home. Then I will see just how bad it is, and probably rip all the way back to the beginning (I’m not redoing that cast on, though! The ribbing stays!).

Alternatively, I could finish the sleeves and claim them for myself, seeing that they do fit me quite nicely. This would require a new pair of sleeves for Branden, more buying of yarn, and knitting two sweaters from the same yarn. It seems better to frog, though I really wouldn’t object to having a sweater in these colors…

Edited to add:
Wait. Did I say wait? I don’t think I’m very good at waiting right now. Nope. Not at all good at waiting. Would it make any sense to put this project down for a whole day now that I finally have time to work on it? I think not. First sleeve is frogged. Second is about to follow. Knitting will commence immediately, and 70 rows of sleeve will take absolutely no time to redo. Don’t know what’s come over me lately…frogging is just part of knitting, for goodness’ sake!

Edited again to add:
Have you ever noticed how much fun it can be to watch knitting un-knit? I’m not sure why I’m so amused by the little popping sound as rows and rows of little stitches come out. Maybe I’ve been sitting at home alone too much this week. Good thing Branden comes home tomorrow. I really should stop adding edits to the post, but then again, it is titled second thoughts…

I came back to lab this afternoon to find a hand-written note scrawled on a sheet of scrap paper sitting on my keyboard. It appears that my work computer has decided not to play nice with the internet, and has been denied access by the department tech service department until the “problem is resolved.” This apparently means that I need to completely wipe my hard drive and reinstall Windows. Unfortunately, this is the computer that hosts all of the pictures for the blog, so if you’re trying to catch up on blog reading (as I will be doing tonight), I’m afraid there will be no pictures. It figures that this happened the day that Branden left for a long weekend of Robots, because he’s the one that would normally deal with this sort of thing. I, for one, am wholly unprepared to go rooting about in the registry for computer viruses. Fortunately, my labmate appears to think that is the most fun thing he could be doing, and spent a lot of today trying to figure out what exactly the problem was. It’s strange seeing someone get giddy over hunting computer viruses, but if he’s happy doing it, I’ll be happy to have it done!

I think this is my fault. See, my students had their exam last night, and the paper for my class had been completed, and the latest manuscript had been submitted to my advisor. So, for the first time in weeks, I thought to myself last night that things were finally under control, and that I could try to spend some time relaxing (it would be really nice if my eyes stopped twitching sometime soon…). I think this was a bad move. First the computer, and now an email from my advisor stating that he doesn’t feel that this manuscript is any better now than it was before I spent the last 3 weeks rewriting it. Yup. Definitely called the wrath of destiny upon myself by thinking for a moment that maybe I could start to relax a bit. I guess I asked for it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.

So, sorry for no pictures. I can upload new pictures via Picasa from my home computer (ironically, I ususally don’t do this because I think of my work computer as more stable than an online picture service…guess maybe I should change that idea), so theoretically I will be able to show you new pictures, but the old ones are broken temporarily. Hopefully, my local computer doctor will have a solution soon that doesn’t involve completely redoing my whole computer, as that’s really a pain in the neck. Stupid viruses…

I don’t have much to show. I did a lot of knitting this weekend (well, a lot for these days of no time and endless deadlines). Really, I did. I cast on 5 times for these cuffs. I am determined that this sweater will not be one that makes me cringe when Branden wears it (the last one does; it is poorly shaped and really not the right size). So, it must be perfect. Right down to the silly cast on for the ribbing. 5 times. I have no idea why I just couldn’t get this to work. Actually, I have a very good idea. I firmly believe that the universe has decided that I have too much to do and therefore should be prevented from successfully accomplishing anything on the first attempt. It’s a rather cruel joke, but it does seem that the busier I get, the harder it becomes to do simple things. Like cast on.

Anyway, no bitterness here. Fifth time was a charm, after an hour or so of fussing and working through some extra length of yarn that needed to be tightened up, and I have begun the sweater. I only had to pull back one sleeve’s worth of the colorwork band, and I am now into the mostly brainless portion of the pattern, which should go much better. And, I really like the “cable” pattern.

So that’s it for today. Two cuffs. The good news is that many of the projects that have recently swallowed me up are beginning to come together, and life will (hopefully) become less hectic soon. If nothing else, there are only 3 more weeks left in the quarter, and spring break will give me a chance to catch up on other things. This will theoretically leave me with evening time again, and allow us to return to our regularly scheduled program. Happy Tuesday!

I have done almost no knitting this week. Horrors!
Things have been a bit crazy, to say the least. So, what have I gotten done?

We picked a main color pattern for the hybrid sweater. Since it’s going to be cably on the body, we picked a cably color pattern. It will be pretty minimal; just around the cuffs and the hem of the body. Branden found a very cool chart-making program, and charted up the two directions of the cable, and the transition for the back center.

Then, we needed to pick an overall color pattern for the sleeves. As I said before, I wanted something really subtle. Still, I was surprised when I started swatching at just how subtle the color difference is in some lights. It is really obvious in the camera flash light, but sunlight makes it almost impossible to see. I was originally thinking of doing a pretty sparse pattern of the dark color, but it just didn’t show up enough, so I started playing with groups of at least two stitches together.

Branden really wanted me to try little blocks, so I tried little blocks. I’m not a big fan. Little diamonds don’t show up very well, and neither of us liked them much anyway. We did like the V’s (just below the blocks in the picture), but Branden likes them a little more spread out, so I tried them again at the top. I’m thinking that we’ll do stripes of V’s for now, and I may add other things is as I begin the sleeves; we’ll see how things go.

This is my first time doing colorwork, really. I did a little bit of intarsia on my first sweater, but it was pretty small and I definitely didn’t work very efficiently, dropping one yarn to pick up the other each time. I wanted to give colorwork another try, and this time I wanted to hold the yarn the “right” way, to make my life easier. So, I’ve been experimenting with different ways of holding yarns of different colors. I’ve heard people rave about the two-hand method, so I started with that. I’m not a huge fan. There’s something about throwing with my right hand that just really slows me down; I can’t seem to make it efficient. I did about 3/4 of the swatch two-handed, so I think I gave myself time to at least sort of get the hang of it. I didn’t hate it, but it’s not my favorite method. Once, when I picked up the swatch to knit, I instinctually grabbed both yarns in my left hand and started working that way. Muuuuch better. I can keep track of both yarns in my left hand, and I get to keep my speed, too.

I’ve also wanted to try knitting backwards for a while (knitting stitches off of the right needle onto the left one). I’ve heard about it, and I’ve always thought it would be fun to try. In fact, I even tried it for one repeat of the Irtfa’a edging, because the rows were only 8-16 stitches long and I was sick of flipping it over every few stitches. Then I came to my senses and realized that it was very, very stupid to try learning a completely new stitch technique while working a complicated lace that I wanted to look nice. So, I shelved it until Irtfa’a was done. The swatch, however, has provided the perfect opportunity to knit backwards. Since it’s flat, I would have to purl back if I were knitting normally, which involves reversing the color pattern in my head as I go. This isn’t a big deal, but knitting backwards lets me keep the knit side facing me all the time. So, I gave it a try.

…and ended up with stitches that looked more like herringbone than stockinette. Yet again, my preference for plaited knit stitches made things a little harder than they probably had to be. It was perfectly intuitive for me to knit plain stitches backwards. I just don’t like doing them forwards. So, every row I would knit forwards and add and extra twist, and then knit backwards and not compensate for it. This gave me the herringbone look. It took me almost an hour to figure out exactly how to hold two needles and two strings the right way for making plaited stitches backwards. I’m not sure why it took so long, but it did. Now, though, I can fly through it. I had a few issues with tension at first, but they’re now largely resolved. Can you tell which rows were done forwards and which back? I can’t…

So, it may not look like much, but this swatch represents at least a little bit of knitting learning. I figured out the knitting with two yarns thing, and the knitting backwards, and may have managed to choose a pattern for the sweater arms. Not bad, I guess. And, look at the back!

I’m so proud of my tension. I have no idea how it came out this well. I didn’t really pay any attention to it, but it looks about a million times better than I expected, and it doesn’t pull at all in the later work. Who’d have thought I could get this much better at colorwork in the past year without even doing any?

I have no knitting to show you. But boy, do I have an excuse. Ready? It’s a long story, so settle back and relax. You might want an extra cup of tea or something.

Remember our houseguest?

This is a kitten that we’re fostering for the Animal Shelter. Due to my allergies, we are not supposed to foster cats during the winter months when the house needs to be closed up. But this kitten came to us under some special circumstances. Oh, yes, this little 4 month old cat has a history.

One of the grad students in my department found the kitten (who shall remain nameless until the proper time). He had been eating out of a dumpster for a couple of weeks, and was clearly a stray. So, this good graduate student took in the kitten, even though he knew that he couldn’t have pets in his apartment. He knew that one of the staff members in our department fosters cats, and so asked her what to do about the little guy. She said that she’d take him, but wasn’t expecting that to mean that the kitten would show up the next day in her office.

So, kitten shows up in staff member’s office (names withheld to protect the innocent), and she gets down on the floor to look at him. It’s important to know that her office is adjacent to another office, each with a door to the hallway, and with a door connecting them. She thought that both doors to the hallway were closed. Turns out that the adjacent office door was open. So, kitten comes out of the carrier, nonchalantly walks into the next office, and out the door.

Now, this might not be as heart-stopping to you as it is to those of us steeped in the departmental policies, but suffice it to say that cats loose in labs are very, very bad. Worse, departmental memos have been sent in the past regarding the presence of cats in the building because of custodian complaints about “visitors.” So, not only are cats not allowed, but they are also explicitly forbidden in the department.

So, what does this kitten do after sauntering out of a door everyone thought was closed? He wanders down the hallway, through a door that was propped open (another thing that is never supposed to happen, and under normal circumstances would have resulted in a serious dressing down of the responsible TA), and into a lab. This wouldn’t even be such a big deal, except that the lab also happened to be full of students, as class was in session.

Kitten walks into lab, jumps up on the bench, walks the entire length of the radiator in the back of the room, and jumps down through a hole in the counter. A hole that leads behind the lab bench cabinets and is inaccessible from outside. Kitten is now ensconced within the building, immune to all attempts to remove him. Attempts can’t even be made for 5 or 6 hours, until all students have been cleared from the room. Kitten remains hidden until someone discovers that the backs of the cabinets can be unscrewed and he can be fished out, at something like 2 am.

Kitten is removed to another office with no doors from which to escape, and is left overnight while tired staff member goes home. Next morning, kitten is nowhere to be found. Panic ensues. Kitten is eventually found on top of the light fixture, a good 9 feet off the floor. Kitten earns the name Houdini.

It was absolutely clear that Houdini could not remain in the department, but that presented a problem. See, everyone involved up to this point had many, many foster cats already and absolutely no room to spare. This is where I come in. We have a spare room. But we’re not supposed to have kittens because they make me not breathe. We decided to suck it up and take him for the month or two it will take to find him a home. Since then, Houdini has been staying quite happily in our bedroom/bathroom side of the apartment. He is clean and quiet, and very affectionate. We have had absolutely no trouble with him, and have been debating whether or not we really should call him Houdini.

On Sunday, my next door neighbor came over to tell us that there was water leaking in the basement. We moved all of our stuff out of the drip zone, and called the landlord to let him know that the pipes were leaking. He spent all day Sunday trying to fix the leaks, but needed to come back again today to do some more poking and figure out where the leaks were coming from. It was discovered that one of those leaks was from a pipe connecting our toilet to the house water pipes. So, we got a new toilet today.

What, you might ask, does this have to do with a kitten? Oh yes, you might ask, and I bet you know that I’m about to tell you, too.

See, it turns out that the landlord had to remove our medicine cabinet from the wall in the bathroom in order to access the pipes that would allow him to change out the toilet. Now do you see where this is going?

Think about it. Kitten named Houdini. Open wall. Bad idea.

Apparently, on the way out after putting everything back together, the landlord noticed that the kitten was no longer sitting on the bed. It had even occurred to him that the kitten might look into the wall. Apparently it did not occur to him to check that the kitten was not in the wall before leaving.

Branden gets home before me on Wednesdays. Wednesday is group meeting night, so I’m at school until 8:30 or so. He came in and went into the bedroom side of the house looking for something. Eventually, it occurred to him that he had no company from a nosy kitten that would usually be all over us after a day locked up alone. (We really tried to let the kitten out into the main part of the house with our cats, but after a couple of tries gave up in the interest of his safety. He is very friendly, and he loves our cat that hates kittens. Letting him out might mean getting him killed.) So, Branden starts to wonder where exactly the kitten might be.

He calls, and hears a tiny little “mew” in reply. This goes on for a while. Branden calls, kitten meows…kind of a feline Marco Polo game. Kitten does not appear, which suggests that kitten is stuck somewhere. Closets are torn apart. Cabinets are opened and riffled. Under bed area is checked. No kitten. Mewing and jingling of his little collar bell, but no kitten.

Branden stops and thinks. New toilet. Plumbing. Open wall. Houdini. No….

Yup. The kitten had climbed into the wall unnoticed while the landlord was working. The landlord had proceeded to finish up the job, and then seal the kitten into the wall. We’re not sure how long he was in there, but it was at least a few hours. He’d gotten himself up on a little ledge above the shower ceiling, about a foot out of reach, and was scared to jump down. I don’t blame him. There aren’t many places to land, and there’s a hole under the wall that goes straight down into the basement. If I were a kitten, I’d have stayed on my nice, secure shelf, too.

We got out of group meeting late tonight, as one of my labmates was practicing her thesis defense, and that always takes a while. I called Branden when we got out, and he didn’t answer. This was odd, as he’s usually very good about that. A few minutes later, I got a call back. Branden apologized for not answering, but he had just been on the phone with the landlord and didn’t want to put him on hold. Oh, and by the way, the kitten is in the wall.

Pause. Pause. Let words sink in. The kitten is where??? Have a moment of panic. Have visions of having to tear out all the walls in the bathroom to get to kitten hopelessly lost in the walls. Come back to senses and get an assessment of the situation. Branden says that he’ll try to make a shelf and entice the kitten out of the wall. I hang up and start to put things together to come home. Twenty minutes later, Branden calls to say that cat is out of the wall, and he’s on his way. On the way home he relates the story. It’s now 10:15, and I have just managed to finish eating dinner. There will be no knitting tonight, I’m afraid. But, there is also no kitten in the wall, and I must say this is a darned good excuse.

The inside of our bathroom wall:

There’s a ledge in there, apparently, just big enough for a kitten.

Kitten emerging from wall after his rescue:

Who me? Trouble? I’m no trouble at all!

(Kids and pets have to be cute, or else they’d never make it…)

After finishing Irtfa’a, I thought it would be good to spend a day focusing on some of my other projects that are a bit behind. (That, and I don’t have anything worthwhile yet as far as sweater swatches; those will hopefully be out later in the week.)

I’ve been working on a stained glass window quilt for a couple of months, on the odd weekend day where I feel like doing something other than knitting for a couple of hours. I’m using the stack and slash method, and then just adding an extra little strip of black in between the colored pieces. I really love this method; it’s fast and easy, no fussy measuring, and practically instant gratification as quilting goes. It’s been a great stash buster (and yes, I do have quite a fabric stash…ask me how I know that I don’t want a yarn stash…), which is what I wanted. I’ve been collecting bits and pieces of jewel-tone fabrics for years, planning to make a stained glass window design out of them. I had originally thought that I’d applique a vase of flowers or something artistic and complicated like that, but I decided last fall that I just wanted to get the project going. I picked the stack and slash method, and then did nothing about it until a few weeks ago. We have a guest staying with us at the end of next month, and I realized that we don’t really have a quilt for the guest bed. I guess we could just use a normal store-bought blanket, but the need for a quilt gave me some incentive to get going on this project. I finished piecing the front last weekend, and Branden helped me lay it out for closing today.

As you can see, it takes up our entire livingroom floor, even with all the furniture moved into the other room. This, in my mind, means that it’s the perfect size. It’s about 90″x100″, I think.

I just love the way the lines between the “panes” came out, and the apparent randomness of the design. It’s surprisingly hard to introduce randomness into a quilt, and it’s something that I really like when it’s done well.

Aren’t the colors just beautiful?

I still need to whipstitch the whole thing closed (it’s currently more like a batting sandwich than a quilt), and then I get to do the fun part. It’s funny; most quilters I know like the piecing and hate to quilt. I am just the opposite. I can’t wait for the piecing to be done, and then it’s the hand quilting that I really love. I’m looking forward to putting in a few hours finishing this baby off in the next couple of weeks, just in time to keep our guest snuggly warm.

I finished the edging for Irtfa’a last night. I really like the fact that there is no bind-off in this project. A couple inches of grafting, weaving in of seams, and she’s done. That has yet to sink in…Irtfa’a is done.

This has been a really fun project, and, unlike most big projects, never hit the dragging along stage where you have to make yourself keep going. I think that’s saying a lot for the design, considering how much knitting with small yarn and needles there is in this project (small for a sweater knitter, anyway). This was one of those situations where I knew I was throwing myself in a little over my head, having never really done any sizeable (or complicated) lace knitting before. I try to do this on a fairly regular basis; I’ve found that biting off a little more than you think you can chew is a great way to surprise yourself. It’s not always a good surprise, but it’s usually worthwhile, and there’s a lot to be learned along the way, whether it’s to success or failure.

In this case, I would say that the path was definitely to success. The pattern was clear, the charts were good, and the project itself was just really fun. I don’t know if I’d cast on again for it tomorrow, but I might cast on for a different lace project tomorrow. Not like I have the yarn and pattern sitting by my knitting chair or anything…

Irtfa’a took her first bath this afternoon, and is stretching out in all her glory as I type. I would have started the blocking last night, but I didn’t have any t-pins, and I decided that they would be a must for this project, given that my cats like to “help” with (i.e. lay in the middle of) a blocking piece. Actually, they were very good today…they must have detected the danger that they’d be in if they messed up this blocking project. They took naps in the sun instead. All in all, I used about 150 t-pins, which was fewer than I had originally expected, and only possible due to some very fancy blocking wires.

Here are some close-ups of the different stitch patterns.

The small feathers

The back panel

The quill and feather section

The quill edging

The picot edge

Drying in the sun (and still the cats resisted…I tell you, they were so good today!)

Wingtips (I love the way the corners flare)

And, of course, the whole is more than the sum of its parts.

Yup, those are knitting needles standing in for blocking wires. I haven’t gotten a set of blocking wires yet, but I decided that I really didn’t want to pin each one of those picots individually. And then I realized that I have a whole bag full of circular needles, that have great cables on them. I’m not sure I’ll bother with blocking wires in the future; the needles work really well, and I already have them.

I was saying to Branden last night that Irtfa’a was a little smaller than I’d expected (she was about a foot and a half from shoulder to edge, I think). I wasn’t worried about it, but it was shorter than I thought she’d be. And then we got to the blocking. I laid her out once and started pinning. Then I needed to stretch some more. And some more. And some more. The blocking board in the picture above? Yeah, that’s a twin-sized day bed. Irtfa’a is no longer smaller than I’d expected. I’ve heard that lace stretches a lot, but wow. Her “wingspan” is literally from one end of the bed to the other, which makes it more than 6 feet. Amazing what a soak and stretch will do for you.

And, I even have some yarn left over. Branden keeps asking what I’m going to do with it, but as of now, I have no idea. There’s a pretty decent amount left, though:

I teach 4 quiz sections on Tuesday. (Quiz sections are basically just hour-long problem-solving sessions to supplement student’s lecture learning.) Every Tuesday, we have a quiz in quiz section, and then we go over the answers. Before I give out the quiz, I make sure to ask if there are any questions.

This week, in my second section, a student actually had a question (this is an uncommon thing, and warms the TA’s heart, as it proves that someone has at least a foggy idea of what they are supposed to be learning). So, I wrote the first example that came to mind up on the board and worked through the problem, from beginning to end. As I neared the end, I realized to my horror that the example I’d chosen was on the quiz. It came to mind so quickly because I’d covered it in my last class not 40 minutes earlier, after they had taken their quiz and we were talking about the answers. Feigning nonchalance, I erased the problem and administered the quiz anyway, suggesting that the student’s classmates might want to thank him for having a question.

Today, I was entering grades for the quizzes into the computer system, and noticed that one of the students in that section had gotten the problem wrong. (It wasn’t my turn to grade this week, so I hadn’t seen the quizzes until today). Just out of curiousity, I decided to see how many students in that section had gotten the problem wrong, even though it had been done for them on the board not even 60 seconds before the quiz was handed out. There were four. Out of 22. Four.

Now, I know better than to be curious as a teacher. Generally, when it comes to figuring out what your students have actually learned, curiousity is a dangerous thing. Satisfying it usually leads right to depression and “why do I do this???” sorts of questions. But, I really do care what they’re learning, and what kind of an effect (if any) I have on that. So, I decided to be very scientific and use my other sections as a control variable. I hadn’t blurted out the answer to their quiz questions immediately before administering it, and so I could compare the number of students that got it wrong to see how much I’d skewed their grades by pulling the wrong example out of the air.

I counted the number of students that got the problem wrong in one of my other sections. Same number of students, same time of day (no excuses about early or late classes making people sleepy…). If anything, I would say that I have more students struggling in my control class than in the one I gave the answer to, so I’d have guessed that this group would have gotten more wrong even without the handicap. How many got the problem wrong in the control class? Four.

Now, to some degree it is comforting to know that my teaching has nothing to do with my student’s success. It’s especially comforting when I’m having an off week and feel like I can’t manage to speak a coherent sentence, never mind inspire great ideas. It is a pretty well-documented phenomenon that the TA has absolutely no influence over student’s grades. There are 3 TAs for this class of 300 students, and there is absolutely no statistically significant difference in the average scores for our students on the exams, even though we cover vastly different material in very different ways. This has held true in every big class I’ve ever taught; even TAs that don’t do anything more than show up don’t have a decrease in average grades compared to those of us that spend hours and hours preparing worksheets and lectures and interesting problems. I’ve come to accept this, and, as I said, even find some comfort in it at times. I’m ok with the burden of learning being on the students, and in general if I can make their learning more pleasant along the way I consider it worthwhile. Still, it is hard to accept that explicitly giving them the answer immediately prior to a quiz has absolutely no effect on their ability to do the problem. Somehow, words came out of my mouth for 3-5 minutes, and no one heard them. Or, at least no one that needed to hear them heard them. The people that already knew the answer heard me, I’m sure.

This is just one of those moments in teaching where you realize how immensely unimportant you are to a student’s learning process. A good student will learn with or without a great teacher. A teacher can help, inspire, ease the path to learning, but it is the student that takes the first step and the final leap. It’s discouraging at times to realize that nothing you can do will help them more than they can help themselves, and yet it is wonderful to know that each one of us holds the true power of learning, and one bad teacher here or there truly need make no difference. It’s beautifully empowering for the students, and I’m glad it’s true. It can also be crushingly unflattering to the teacher that thinks that their words actually matter. I suppose it highlights the essence of good teaching, though. It’s not the facts, or the explanation, it’s the inspiration to think and explore, giving the encouragement to try and the support necessary succeed. Teaching becomes such a different game when we remember that we’re not transmitting information so much as inspiring students to learn for themselves and to live up to their own potential. Perhaps I like that role better, after all.

And halfway through the edging for Irtfa’a. Branden didn’t quite grasp the significance of the stitch marker at first when I showed it to him last night. This is probably because I just held it out with no explanation and waited for him to figure it out (we do this sort of thing to one another often…it’s kinda fun to watch the cogs grind…). He kept looking at me funny, trying to figure out why I was showing him a little plastic stitch marker. And then, it dawned on him that oohhhh….you’re halfway! Now I just need to do the left-hand edging…

=)

Sorry, but no pics tonight…I am not feeling motivated to get out the camera, and I only have an hour and a half of knitting time before bed! Happy halfway day!

Wow…it’s a heavy night out there in blogland. I’ve only made it through two of my subscribed blogs, and they’ve both been the kind where you pause, think, and reread. Sachi talked about the paranormal, and then Susan got me crying (no mean feat, let me tell you…I’m about as far from weepy as a person can get…). Since it seems to be the night for it, I’m going to publish my “consumption” post tonight. I had intended to wait and put it up mid-week when I’d be short on blog fodder, but since we’re all feeling pensive tonight, I think I’ll move it up the list.