
It was only a matter of time before crafting words on plant pockets became something I wanted to try. After a few online searches, intarsia seemed to be a likely candidate. Boy, was I wrong as I embarked on knitting well above my grade level. I’m still very much a novice and I found myself caught well into the weeds of tangled bobbins of colours and sloppy stitches.

After graphing out the design for each letter, I decided to begin with the “o” in “grow” — as set of four pockets that we’d like to hang on the fence that surrounds the Hayes Valley Farm. “O” seemed a good place to start being rather simple in form, well, simpler than the “r” or the “w”. After completing two of the pockets with intarsiain, I realized that they just weren’t working out the way that I wanted.

Intarsia detail on the letter “O”
Julie came to my rescue tweeting about duplicate stitching, and I completed the two remaining pockets this way. There were gaps between the duplicate stitches so I went over the black with additional black yarn. I think that the pockets themselves will be more robust — the intarsia pockets don’t feel like they have the same structural integrity as a pocket that’s knitted from one continuous string of yarn. It could be that my lack of knitting experience is more to blame and perhaps when I’m more experienced, I’ll try again.

Duplicate stitching detail on the letter “G”
In the end, I think the pockets will come together once planted. I can definitely see a difference in the knitting between the four. The “g” was knitted and stitched last, and it’s the winner.

Mission, Contax T3 / Kodak Portra 160VC.
Life list: At some point I’m going to ask “how much for everything” and buy the whole shebang. Be it these inflatey beasts or a balloon seller, I want to walk away with everything. I’m still thinking through what I’m going to do from that point all. This is somewhat similar to renting a full on rabbit suit and walking up and down Market Street on any day other than Easter or Halloween – July would be a good month.

Impossible Project PX 600 Silver Shade UV+ Black Frame (Poor Pod),
Polaroid SX-70 w/ closeup lens
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson

The alternate title for this post would read “easier thought than done.” Text on plant pockets — what a keen idea, right? Intarsia is giving me fits. Then again, it’s likely an aspect of knitting that’s a little beyond my current skill set. I can’t quite bring myself to share with you what the ragged backside looks like before I weave in all the ends. Even, then I’m not going to flip this puppy over and show you. I’m hoping that once filled with dirt and planted, it will all come together. Derek pointed out that we could plant the current two with cacti and be done with it.
If you’re keen to try, I found this post on The Wooly Brew to be very helpful. The “r” (or “arrrrrr” if you’d like a pirate moment) looks a little fiddly, but I have high hopes of making it through the “g” without having to rip out rows and start over.
Juli shared duplicate stitching as an alternative. I might knit up a few tests and see if this is an easier road to travel.

Buena Vista. Canon Elan 7NE / Kodak Portra 160VC.
I can’t see a dandelion going to seed without thinking of my mother. If it wasn’t her constant battle with the ant hills that lined our drive, it was her vehement war on the weeds that dotted our lawn. One going to seed, like the one I hold in my hand, was a sure sign that someone wasn’t walking the grid, dandelion remover in hand.

Having falling in love with urban knitting, I wanted to follow up my International Yarn Bombing 2011 day adventure with something Derek and I could collaborate on. He likes to grow things and I like to knit. Bring these two things together and we came up with the idea of plant pockets. We’ve created a dozen and deployed the first two last weekend while walking down to the Mission.

Photo: Derek Powazek
I’m very much a novice knitter.* The design has changed a wee bit from pocket to pocket as I learned from the previous one. (I’m sure that all you champion knitters out there could tell me how I’m doing it wrong, and I encourage you to post your own plant pocket creations that are more better. The world needs more little gardens in our urban areas.)
The instructions below cover creation of the pocket. Please see Derek’s gardening site, Plantgasm for the planting portion of this adventure.
WHAT YOU’LL NEED
OPEN POCKET – Simple



OPEN POCKET – Fancy
The fancy version differs only in that you tile stitch the portion that will be the front of the pocket.

* I’ve found YouTube and the myriad of great knitting videos there to be a great help. While I could remember how to knit and purl, casting on and off was a complete mystery. Much thanks to all those super knitters out there who are creating video to help people like me learn how to knit.
Or rather, posting bits and pieces in the following places:
Photos: Flickr
Verbose: Google+
Terse: Twitter
Onward!
* Have you seen Champalicious? It’s my new internet web site that celebrates the work of great photographers. I hope you’ll check it out. (If we were chatting, I’d say “out” and you’d snicker hearing my Canadian accent version as “oot”.)
* I sat down a couple of weeks ago and had a great conversation with Frederick Van Johnson that was recorded for This Week in Photography. You can listen in here.
There are the normal birthday milestones that we will all (hopefully) hurdle: a first birthday, sweet 16, turning 21, the big three-o, etc. And then there are the more personal ones that develop from our own journey.
I remember the year I realized that I’d been alive longer without my mother in my life than with her. She had passed away at the age of forty-eight after a short, brutal battle with cancer. There were many tears that year.

When I was younger, forty-eight seemed a lifetime away. Forty-eight is old! At forty-eight you might as well have one foot on that ice flow.* It should come as no surprise that I’m backtracking on that a wee bit now. And it has nothing to do with the fact that there’s a significant lack of ice flowing past San Francisco.
I’ve spent much of the last year coming to terms with the fact that I was approaching another significant milestone. Today, I am now the same age that my mother was when she died. I can’t even begin to express how angry and bereft I am at the thought that this was all the time that she had. Forty-eight is nothing.
My friends have been wonderful as I talked about this over the last year, working through my fear and anxiety. Thank you for listening.
* “Did Eskimos put their elderly on ice floes to die?” Short answer: Not really. Also, as a Canadian, I’m uncomfortable with the use of Eskimo. Shouldn’t it be “Inuit”?
My love of pinhole photography began with a gift from a friend in 2003. Leslie had spent months looking for a Snapdragon pinhole camera, Polaroid back and a bunch of expired film that I could burn through. She wanted to give me my birthday present just a little bit early that year and included a print out of the Worldwide Pinhole Photography Day web site. Leslie passed away very suddenly a few years ago and we all lost something beautiful. She was an incredibly talented and funny woman with a brain unlike any other.
While every day can be a pinhole day, there’s something special about the last Sunday in April. As I drag my gear around looking for inspiration, I know that I’m part of something just a little bit bigger and I know that Leslie is with me.
Here are my contributions to the last nine Worldwide Pinhole Photography Days:
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