There’s a lurgy doing the rounds

There are some things you really should be warned about before attending a fibre retreat…

You might accidentally buy more wool that is of course “absolutely essential“.

And that you might catch a lurgy, in this instance, the sock knitting lurgy.

I caught the infection at the Auckland Creative Fibre retreat in June where Kylie was the source, spreading it to all who came near enough, enticing the weak with the beautiful stripy colours of her sock tubes. Who could resist?!! Not me apparently 😉

Kylie is, amongst other things, an engineer. This is perhaps why she is particularly well qualified to be called the Sock Engineer. Socks, after all, are basically engineering for your feet. There are calculations, shaping, structural integrity and an alarming number of opportunities for things to go wrong.

I don’t really consider myself to be a knitter, my knitting skills only extend as far as making 10 x 10cm swatches of handspun samples of the fibres I have for sale. Socks were firmly in the category of things other people make. They look complicated. There were tiny needles. There were mysterious heels. And then there were toes, which appeared to involve some sort of knitting magic that I had no intention of attempting.

Then along came Kylie (very ably assisted by Tracy and Cher).

The inoculation

At the retreat, Kylie taught us how to make the bits of a sock that had always seemed particularly mysterious to me — toes and especially the heels!

There was tea accompanied by some very nice home-baking.

There was laughter and some tongue-poking moments of intense concentration.

There was knitting and picking up dropped stitches.

There was more tea and of course, some wine (and possibly some gin but what happens at retreat stays at retreat 😉 ).

And gradually the whole thing started to make sense. Or was that just the alcohol tricking me into thinking it made sense?

The heel was no longer an incomprehensible bit of knitted origami, and the toe actually began to look like a toe rather than some sort of woolly lopsided geological formation.

Of course, once you realise you can make one sock, you immediately start thinking about making another one. A single sock would be lonely on its todd, wouldn’t it?

This is how the lurgy spreads.

By the end of the retreat, several of us were thoroughly infected. We had become sock knitters.

We were no longer to be trusted around sock yarn.

Sock yarn to be, on the latest addition to my flock of spinning wheels

And now I can’t stop

Since the retreat I’ve been dying sock yarn, spinning fibre to make socks, handing said yarn to Kylie who, like any good drug dealer, returns it knitted into gorgeous tubes, long enough to make a pair of knee-high socks. By the time you read this I will be travelling around South America with a small pile of yarn and sock tubes (and hopefully some new socks!) in tow. Fingers crossed the border control police don’t realise I have a stash of highly addictive substances in my bag…

Sock tubes from the Sock Engineer, demanding my attention…

The Great Cuff Problem

There is, however, one small problem.

I have not yet managed to find a cuff that I am really happy with.

I’ve been knitting 2 x 2 rib, which is lovely and stretchy while I’m knitting it. Unfortunately, when it comes to binding off, my cuff seems to develop a sudden and rather alarming case of commitment issues.

It simply refuses to stretch enough to get comfortably over my heel.

I tried the “loop over” between each stitch when binding off for sock number 2, which has helped, but I can’t help feeling there is a more professional looking bind off…

And this is where I am hoping that the collective wisdom of this beautiful community might come to my rescue!

How do you finish your sock cuffs?

Do you have a particular stretchy bind-off that you swear by? Do you use a different rib? Is there a magical technique that every sock knitter knows except me?

Please share your favourite methods in the comments — preferably before I knit another twelve pairs of socks with cuffs that won’t go over my heels!

In the meantime, I shall continue knitting socks.

There are worse addictions and this one is eminently more portable than wet felting.

Time for another glass of vino and a couple more rows…

The Curious Case of Percy the Purple Piggy

One of the unexpected joys of moving to New Zealand has been discovering fibre retreats.

For some reason, they seemed to be relatively rare in the UK, and when they did happen they were often centred around a tutor-led, multi-day course. They were wonderful, but by the time you added tuition, accommodation and travel, they weren’t exactly budget-friendly.

New Zealand seems to have embraced a different philosphy and I absolutely love it.

Here in Auckland we’ve been lucky enough to have at least 4 fibre retreats every year. Rather than everyone working on the same, tutor-guided project, they’re more like a creative escape. We spend two or three days away together, sharing accommodation, meals and ideas, while everyone works on their own projects.

The best part? Inspiration is wonderfully contagious.

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Someone will usually demonstrate a technique, that others will then add their own interpretation to, someone will try a different fibre, another will change the resist or shape and someone else will scale it up… and before long half the room is experimenting with the same idea, each taking it in a completely different direction.

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It’s impossible to come home without learning something new. This is a post I wrote after a previous retreat that perfectly demonstrates how everyone will take the same idea and take it in so many different directions my mind boggles.

Of course, retreats aren’t just about making things. They’re about uninterrupted creativity, glasses of wine, home-made cakes, solving each other’s problems, enabling each other’s fibre purchases (“Go on, you know you need it!”), and those conversations that only make sense to fellow fibre enthusiasts.

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Sadly, at our last Auckland Felters retreat we received some disappointing news. Bella Rakha, the retreat centre we’ve called home for years, has been sold, and the new owners won’t be hiring it out.

Our March retreat was our last one there 🙁

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The extensive collection of works made at our last AFF retreat

Finding a replacement is proving much harder than any of us imagined. It turns out we are (mostly) well behaved but rather particular guests.

We need a large hall with hard floors (water and carpet are not natural companions!), comfortable single or twin-share bedrooms rather than bunk rooms, somewhere to prepare or reheat shared meals and enough space for up to 20 felters to spread out with what can only be described as a completely reasonable amount of wool and equipment. 😉

So far we’ve discovered that most venues can offer either the accommodation or the workshop space but rarely both.

I have been contacting boarding schools to see whether they’d hire out their facilities during the holidays. So far… no luck.

Fortunately, Lyndal, one of our AFF members who makes the 1.5 hour journey from Hamilton to Auckland for our regular meetings and retreats, came to the rescue. She found a lovely venue closer to her home and very generously organised a weekend away.

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It cost a little more than Bella Rakha, but the facilities were wonderful. Bright workspaces, comfortable rooms… and, perhaps most excitingly for a group of wet felters, a laundry complete with spin dryers and tumble dryers right next to the hall! Luxury indeed.

Sadly, it’s probably a little too far south to become our permanent home, as it would mean a three-hour drive each way for members travelling from Auckland’s northern suburbs. Some of whom can only attend retreats as day visitors due to family commitments.

Still, every retreat produces at least one memorable story…

This time, mine involved a boring, green plastic mailbox.

I’d decided to make a cover for our rural letterbox in the shape of a purple tabby cat. Everything was progressing beautifully until I fitted the felt over the postbox and discovered I’d positioned the ears incorrectly.

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They were so far apart that my elegant feline looked less like a cat and more like… well… something more porcine.

After a few moments of artistic denial, I accepted the reality.

My purrfect, pampered purple pussy became a pig.

A very cheerful, glittering, purple pig. He looks like he is ready go dancing!

We called him Percy, Percy the Purple Piggy 🙂

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Mr TB sporting traditional Kiwi footwear while installing a worried looking Percy, “Where are you going with that screwdriver?!!”

Even though he isn’t what I imagined when I started this make, I love him to bits and Jaq’s idea to add an ear tag for the house number was inspired!

Perhaps that’s another lesson retreats teach us. Sometimes the best creations aren’t the ones you planned—they’re the ones that happen after you’ve made a mistake and decided to embrace it.

Can You Help?

The search for a new Auckland retreat venue continues.

Do you know of somewhere within an hour’s drive of central Auckland that might suit a group of enthusiastic fibre artists?

We’re looking for:

  • a large hall with hard floors
  • at least 10 single or twin-share bedrooms
  • kitchen or meal facilities
  • somewhere affordable enough to keep retreats accessible

If you know of a retreat centre, boarding school, scout camp, church facility or hidden gem that might fit the bill, we’d love to hear from you. Please leave a comment below or send us a message.

Who knows—you might help us find the next home for many more weekends of creativity, friendship… and the occasional accidental purple pig.

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