Revolver Knitting Pattern

Okay, so the knitted gun is finally here!

Everyone needs a knitted gun. They might not know it yet, but they do. It's the only gun you will ever need in fact. An utterly useless one. Mine was originally made for my father, a big film noir fan and based on one of the guns Phillip Marlowe uses in The Big Sleep - a Colt Offical Police .38 Revolver.

 I entered the weird world of gun enthusiasts to design this. There was a lot of research on terminology as I needed to figure out the names of all the bits of the gun in order to name them in the pattern.

The Colt Official Police originally came with a 4", 5" or 6" barrel so you can choose what size you'd like yours to be. It is worked in pieces. The main body is knitted as one piece and stuffed with a cardboard template and the other pieces are knitted, stuffed and sewn in place. The barrel is stuffed with a pencil and glued to the cardboard template inside the gun.

It is for intermediate knitters - the main body is worked in the round, there are increases and decreases and some simple embroidery.

Gauge is important so that the templates for stuffing the gun fit properly, and is 5 stitches or 7 rows per inch.

Needles: Size 5 US/3.75mm - dpns and straight needles

Materials: DK yarn in grey or black and brown

It is an abbreviated pattern with all abbreviations given, and clear written instructions with accompanying photos are given for making it up.

More info on the pattern page on Ravelry page where you can purchase it for the princely sum of 2.75 Euro.

Coming soon to Etsy also.

Stitchmarkers

 I made some stitch-markers for someone this week. They didn't take long to make and I made them from materials I had lying about. I normally use washers, key-rings, anything round that is lying about as stitch-markers, thinking there really is no point investing time in making stitch-markers - I mean, life's too short to make everything look nice, eh? Yet, when I made these ones I made a couple for myself which put a smile on my face each time I notice them nestling in my knitting, and remind me why it's good to make decorative things, even when you really don't need them to look nice - a washer would've done the job just as well, it just wouldn't look so pretty. I think I might be sold on home-made stitch-markers now.

While I was making them however I felt depressed at how none of the materials had come from anywhere near here. (Wire stripped from electrical cables, wooden and glass beads, cotton thread and even the wool for the felt balls - perhaps the only part likely to have been produced in Ireland - none of these made in this country.) Perhaps it is particularly in my mind because we have been watching DVDs of old craftsmen rented from the local library (from the Leitrim Genealogy Society -  DVDs mentioned at the bottom of this page)  - a Leitrim farmer using horses to plough his land, a Roscommon Wheelwright making exquisite carts and a Cavan Cooper (our favourite) making a tub. All these men knew their materials so well, and mostly knew exactly where they came from - local sawmills producing wood for wheels and Irish foundries producing the metal pieces. The Cooper in particular was talking about all the things he would've made - barrels and churns and tubs and such, and about how we use to pickle things in Ireland and export it in barrels before the war. It made me think about how little we know about where the things we use every day come from, what a different feeling it must've been to know where the majority of objects in your home came from, for the majority to be handmade too...anyway, enough wittering...back to the stitch-markers. If you'd like to make some, they are quite simple.

Stitch-markers

You need:

Wire. I used copper wire I had stripped from old electrical cable, but you could use any type of wire.

Pliers

A few beads with a big enough hole to get two widths of your wire into.

A few felt balls or beads and some string and a needle.

1. Bend a few inches of wire around a thick pen or something similar to make a loop and use your pliers to twist the ends together, leaving one end long and cutting the other short.

2. Put a bead on.

3. Bend the end of your wire (cutting it shorter if necessary). Curl it up and tuck the end into the hole in your bead to create a little loop. (4.)

5. Use your needle and thread to thread a few beads on and tie off.

Voila.

In other news...

The sheep have finally been en-coated. And yes, we are now officially the laughing stock of Roscommon. It's a good thing we don't have any roadside fields, so the large volume of passing traffic* can't ridicule us as they drive past. 

Here are some before and after shots. (And yes, you spotted it - even more ridiculous, we bring them around on leads and occasionally for walks down the lane.) (And yes, those coats are silver. Thankfully they've got a bit mucky now and don't show up as being silver anymore.

If I'd had more time I was going to decorate the coats with appliqued lightning bolts and other such sheepy type things. Might as well just go for it. It would also be easier to tell them all apart at any rate.)

Ah but sure look at them there in their wee coats. Aren't they just lovely?

We have only had a few minor mishaps since. One of the girls managed to somehow get the rear end of her coat off and was wearing it like an apron, tripping over the front of it until we sorted her out. And then we found the probable cause as Jake headbutted Tinkerbell** in the arse and managed to get his horns caught in the strap of her coat, thus entangling the two of the them together. There was a lot of amusing jumping about until they managed to unhook themselves a minute or two later. 

Anyway, there have been no incidents since then and judging by the amount of crap they have managed to get mashed into the wool around their necks since then, the coats will hopefully be doing a great job of protecting all that lovely wool. Ummm...roll on June and shearing time!

For anyone interested, they are Matilda brand sheep coats, and I got them from these guys in Australia.

* alright then, the three cars that pass daily. 
** Yes her name is Tinkerbell. But you can't blame that one on us.

Apologies for the complete silence. I have been meaning to post here for a long time, and plan to get back to it too....but I've been so busy and so sleep-deprived. We have a little boy who struggles to stay asleep longer than an hour or two at a time and it's really taken its toll. Almost eight months of such fractured sleep and so little of it. Whoever came up with the phrase "sleeping like a baby" to mean a heavy placid sleep was all wrong. 

I will get back to posting eventually but it may be a while yet. We are launching on some extensive and very structured sleep training soon, which will make things worse before they are better, so send all those calming baby-sleeping vibes our direction over the next while and hopefully after that, to quote Arnie, I'll be back.

Wovember news

Wovember is continuing apace, the Knitsonik badges are out and all is well with the sheep. I've been really enjoying reading the posts on the Wovember site - get on over there if you love sheep (in a healthy and respectable way that is...) and I've been proudly wearing my 100% WOOL badges by the amazing Felix, made from Estonian and British wool fabrics. (Can you tell which is which in the above picture?)

There is a Wovember photo competition running too with great prizes, including a sheep kit by yours truly. So get on down there!

(Obligatory sheep photo...)

New arrivals!

It's taken quite some time, much longer than we thought, to finally get some animals here, but yesterday our lovely friends from Harmony Farm (who run amazing courses - two very inspiring and generous people with a real love of what they do and a talent for sharing knowledge - if you want to learn about smallholding skills they really are the people to go to) arrived with four very lovely lambs - three ewes (for breeding) and a wether (castrated ram) which we will keep for wool, and a goat kid.

They are all settling in nicely. The ewes are Shetland/Jacob crosses and the wether - Jake - is Shetland crossed with Texel. (His father was a runaway Texel ram who managed to break into a field of Shetland ewes, impregnating Jake's mother. After Jake was born, the dominant ewe stole him briefly until her own lambs were born, at which point she rejected him. By this time, his own mother was rejecting him too, so he had to be bottle-reared. Ah, the soap opera life of sheep.)

 

But isn't he just lovely? They are all lovely.

 How great are sheep's bums? They just make me laugh.

The main problem with photographing the sheep is that you can't get far enough away from them, as they are so friendly they eat from your hand.

 Csibike, the goat, is even more friendly. If that is possible.

And what better time to get sheep than Wovember? A month-long celebration of woolliness.

Yay sheep!!!

I found it interesting how much it has changed how I think about wool in 24 short hours. I have used fleece from the mothers of these sheep before, and visited them, checking out their wool, so I was surprised at how different it feels being the people responsible for them - I have a different relationship to their fleeces already - a closer one I guess. I will be looking at their fleeces and feeling them every day, watching how their wool responds to the seasons, to their diet and health, patiently waiting for shearing time, thinking about spinning yarn and knitting jumpers...but first I want to buy a couple of sheep coats, so we can get the best wool we can from them, while being the laughing stock of Roscommon for keeping out sheep in coats. Ah well. That is the cost of better fleeces.

 For now we can sit at home reading the Breed Profiles Handbook - extreme nerdy reading about selecting grazing animals to suit your grassland. (Fascinating stuff, if you are that way inclined, which I know most people are not...) And we can think about extending the flock!

Ed Walshe Ceramics Exhibition in Longford

Everyone's favourite ceramicist, Ed Walshe*, has an exhibition in the Backstage Theatre in Longford, the opening of which we attended last night.

 The pieces are gorgeous, all painstakingly hand burnished with a spoon before being fired in a bin of sawdust and straw, which leaves a smoky unpredictable finish on them and lets you know of the pyromaniacal nature of their maker. Then they are shined up with a beeswax polish.

 I love the process, and have helped out with it on occasion. When you use a kiln with ceramics you really don't have the same elemental feeling as setting bins of flammable material alight and waiting to see what the results will look like this time.

 No two pots are the same, and the smoke leaves delicate and strange patterns on them.

Anyway, get down and see them all for yourself! And purchase one! Very reasonable with most pots being 25 Euro.

* AKA, Dad.