slow learner

Things I learned since Sunday that I already knew (or should have known)

Item 1
Old friends and annual gatherings are the best way to spend an afternoon. Especially if there's at least one other knitter



Item 2
It definitely takes more than 2 skeins of Artyarns SuperMerino to make a pair of socks in my foot size.

Item 3
Webs is fab on the phone. So easy to order from and happy to grab matching skeins off their shelves. Webs has a discount if you spend , um, more than one skein's worth.

Item 4
It is dangerous to leave your credit card sitting next to the computer after you order body lotion because put together with Item 3 above, you will end up with two pair of additional socks' worth of Artyarns Supermerino. Holiday knitting, here we come.

Item 5
Referring to item 4 above, because you will uncharacteristically order a groovy new camera strap to stand out from the boys. An item you haven't felt necessary since...forever.
You hope it'll arrive in time for an awesome photo op in a couple of weeks. (Hint, get your red scarves knit and sent in, they can appear on famous senators' necks)

A sweet new year to all of you celebrating tomorrow!

trip

we could use some rain but the sunflowers are hanging in there

So there I was writing a reply to your kind comments about my much traveled slow socks. I was saying it looked like I wasn't hitting the road again so soon, when I found myself on an overnight zip to Vermont for last minute book revisions.

No complaints. Love the designer. Love Montpelier. What a shame to be spitting distance from Norma-land and only 2 days short of the Vt Sheep & Wool with no extra time.

However. The drive is not without rewards.
First pitstop is Putney for a good sandwich and snacks. While I was waiting for my order I tried some patchouli & lime scented body lotion, and fell in love with it. Vermont is the kind of place where patchouli & lime smells just right, kind of like buying cowboy boots and hats while in Texas, or big turquoise jewelry in the southwest, or pink flamingo print sundresses in Florida. You get home and say "what was I thinking?" . In this case , my bad . I used the same scented tester on the way home, and three people told me how utterly great I smelled. (no, wait, as of now I am saved by online shopping if you meet me in the coming months, take a whiff).

Back on the road , the Green Mountain Spinnery, is around the corner in Putney. The only yarn I'm yearning for now is heavier weight superwash sock, which isn't their thing. For old times' sake, I had to stick my head in. I used to stock up on yarn whenever I passed by, back in the dark days. You know,the years before the internet but after all the good yarn stores had closed . There were two guys picking over fleeces outside in the sun, and inside, the usual friendly folks, and the mill whirring away. I peeked in ,I like spinning bobbins and gears, I squeezed and petted skeins , I considered this cardigan pattern. Not this visit. This time, 2 more hours to drive.

The work went splendidly. The next afternoon homeward bound, another favorite, the infamous Webs in Northampton, Massachusetts.

It doesn't have much , as they say in real estate, curb appeal. Inside, always wow.

With 15 minutes to run in, seek sock yarn, and pay, I vowed not to go anywhere near the back warehouse room. Its ginormous, full to the rafters with industrial shelving, piled with sale priced yarn . The list on the website is the tip of the iceberg. You can easily lose an hour a morning. My usual MO is go straight back, then when I'm done, venture into the also spacious front sales room . There's enough floor to kneel between the shelves and lay out skeins, and indulge in all the decision making rituals you require without blocking fellow shoppers.

This visit I decided quickly in the retail front , I paid, I asked to use the restroom...and clearly the knitting goddesses are in on this : the lav is in the warehouse. I only lost another twenty minutes, and promised myself a more sane visit soon, upon spying the tall shelf with Noro closeouts as I hustled by.

A sales woman complimented my speed and focus. Maybe she saw the crazed gleam in my eye. Maybe it was the wafting patchouli & lime .

My just-what-I-had-in-mind-purchase:
Artyarns Supermerino worsted weight, for some quicker knitting of socks. This seems to be working - without much knitting time at all I've almost completed a sock in 2 days. And soft! The only drama is whether I need more than 2 skeins to get the little doggies done.

give me an S

Phew.

It was almost a Summer of Sock no ess for me.

While others crank out the footwear, I literally drag my feet. Some people amaze me with beautiful socks debuting weekly. Not I! I need months for ordinary 3-1 rib pair like these. Aside from being the slowest knit socks in the world, they're also possibly the most traveled inknitero (although I can think of one contender with some serious moving partial sock documentation ).

I cast on in January in DC, and since then I knit on them in cars, on planes, on trains and ferries. They were at a ranch in Texas in February, then the Navajo reservation in Arizona,they made it to book group, I drug them into the sand on beaches down the street at home and in Delaware. They had a dip in beer at a party, a nice soap soak and dry and just this morning while sewing them up, I dropped the needle with tail thread, mid-kitchener, into my coffee. The upside? If it turns out I lose in the Most traveled sock category maybe they are Most Beveraged.

They visited ranches in Montana and a farm in Minnesota I added inches at early season youth football practice (do. not. ask.)and had a few glorious knitting moments at Fish Creek Falls in Colorado. Their presence let me focus on something other than the waves of fear washing over me as members of our hiking party (my sons & niece & nephew) were freeclimbing rocks higher up in ways that were unbearable to watch. (it doesn't look that tricky in the photos but believe me, you have to be willing to take some leaps)
(that's a rare blog appearance for Dave, too) I think that's the 2nd sock.

I'm not that slow a knitter, its just that socks are filler knitting for me, when I have a moment or two, or will be chatting while knitting or need a tiny bit of distraction. Even so, I've decided to up my ouput. I've sworn to knit heavier yarn weight socks for the next season.

ps. Here's something else I've been waiting for all summer-
the fattest of the 4 kinds of sunflower in the front garden to open, at the same time as the morning glories. If the first frost holds off , I'll have the front of the house cheerfully exuding a Crazy Lady Lives Here motif for six weeks or so.

get Red(dy)

I've updated the poster/flyer/webdisplay for this year's Red Scarf Project, with the October due date.*
Email me (ezisusATsnetDOTnet) if you'd like the image files to print out a version to hang up in your very own LYS, knitters' hangout or to pass around.

The lowdown is over at Norma's fabby Red Scarf Project 2008 blog.
And speaking of fabby, show some love, in the form of a donation, to the Red Scarf Fund for Foster Youth.

And still speaking of fabby, there's Norma herself. She's the mastermind of this fund, and she's running a contest, you can win as long as you donate and then drop her a note.

When you start thinking about it, the mind boggles with what's missing from a young person's life once they age out of the foster care system. The obvious- parental figures, is just the tip of it. If you have a child heading for college, think about how much help you're giving them. Not just with tuition. All the little decisions and the problem solving. The which dorm and how do I register and what's the way to get my banking done. These kids? They do it alone. No one to guide them along the way. No "back home" to return to when they need some TLC.

* the photos on the poster are Orphan Foundation staff posed with some of the college kids who benefit from the OFA red scarf care packages. Those smiles? 100% real.

knit! I so?

with apologies to these folks

Had I not broken the power cord post off into the little hole on my laptop, you'd have read this a week ago.
a view akong the way - groovy, no?
There I was, computer-less, for the Big Extended Family Week of vacation togetherness on a far off mountain. Was I all angsty and stressed? No! Why not? Because I realized a couple of weeks ago that this summer's theme is...SO?

As in: my kitchen is being trashed regularly by zombie- like hordes of teenage boys cooking midnight meals, (so?) or snacking heartily with the TV and computer both blasting in the family room as I ignore and churn the pixels upstairs in my home office. So? . The sand is building up in the living room, the backyard garden was never weeded past July 4th and we are eating some very sketchy combinations of food passing as meals. So? So? and SO?

Every summer has a theme and this is it for 2007. I usually slack off the work a bit in the summer. Not this year and something's gotta give. It just happens to be my standards. SO?

In keeping with the theme, aware of my responsibility to continue the woolly/alpaca/mohair-y test knitting for the book, I said.. SO? I'm taking silk for vacation knitting.
Has nothing to do with fiber farms, only , as a friend pointed out, worm spit. Hand dyed silk, aran weight, and just exactly the color of the water at the neighborhood beach.


I'll show an after-vacation shot of what I knit with the silk sometime soon. Yeah, I've been back a few days and should already have a photo of it. But I haven't. SO?

summer idyll (not idle)

The formerly beer marinated, now eucalyptus and lavendar scented sock-and-a-half spent the week like this, as it took its sweet time drying.
There's a reason you normally unwind a ball into a long skein before washing.There's a world of pain inside that center pull. Nice yarn though, no? Its from Autumn House Farm.


I turned my attention to this, a Shear Spirit project I'm testing in Cascade Dolce. Alpaca /silk/wool blend. Mmmm. I wish I could show it finished, I might love it more than anything I've knit in a while. This ice pink/chocolatey brown combo works great in person, I wasn't so sure about it when I cast on. I have this idea that red/aqua will be the next brown/light blue, but this isn't too bad, either.

With a slew of work and a bored 13 yo in tow, I made a quick trip to visit the parents at the Delaware beach. I won't show you a picture of the sad scraggly blanket they keep by the sofa, the spot that should be covered by the unseamed mitered afghan my sister and I so lovingly conceived . And knit but haven't finished. I called sis threatening to send her said picture. We made heartfelt pledges to get seaming.

Mom's been test knitting for the book and did overtime duty deciphering tech problems in patterns, so it was a good working trip. I got a lot done in 36 hours, despite finding my parents, at times, um, distracting. Yet cute. (Don't tell my dad. He was a football player. He hates when people think he's cute.)

This and they taught my son three new kinds of poker. Wholesome beach life!

karmic update: knitting edition

You know Lauren, until recently she posted at Almost Felted.
Since she's moving to a warmer climate , she decided to unload many of her handknits. If you read her blog, you know that not only is she talented but prolific. She has a lot of handknits, and all were just the right size for her very small self. Here she is , bullied into posing on a packing day ( doncha hate photographer bullies?) with a basket of her gorgeous garments.


There's a group that helps new arrival refugees get set up here. Here being New England, they have a chilly time the first year. Since third world females are smaller than your average North American woman, I told Lauren about them, and she passed the whole big basket of wooly love on. This week, seven Iraqi women who arrived with nothing warm, are set for the winter. If that's not good knitting karma, I don't know what is.

Elsewhere in the karmic knitting world balance, at a backyard party , a frisbee hit a small table, sending a large cup of beer flying . The table was surrounded by grass except for one flowered tote bag. Which held my knitting. Since just then I had been persuaded against all good reason to get up and sing backup with the jamming musician friends- all good reason being the fact I have a horrible voice- I wasn't there to grab the bag. The sock and a half were inside, in a zip lock bag. Unzipped.

In the car home, I reached in to knit a few rounds and found a sock, yarn and needle marinating in a couple of ounces of ale. Maybe its me but I think you should at least finish knitting your sock and wear it before it sops up a beer at a party?

The bit of good karma here is that the alpaca/silk project underway was not in the bag. Sock & wool are recovering now, after a quick bath, needles and all. Those who heard me sing? I think they are still recovering.

chewing on this

So many times lately this thought popped into my brain: "The devil is in the details".
And then a minute later, I'd think, no, I'm remembering that wrong, the saying is "God is in the details".

Finally it bugged me so much - and besides, gave me an excuse to turn away from the nasty little details themselves- that I looked it up. Turns out both of these are "the" quote.

So there you have it. They are both right. There are detail people and there are big idea people. Its half-empty and half-full, toe-may-toe and to-mah-toe. Big idea people like plunging in and making it happen somehow. Big idea people are sure the details will work themselves out. Big idea people should not be in the final stages of helping to edit knitting patterns for their Big Idea book even if they have been knitters most of their lives because it is making them very nervous that they will not notice a P3 together in the wrong spot, or the lack of explanation how to start armhole decreases at the same time as shaping the neck.

On the bright side, most of this nervous energy has been channeled into a pair of basic socks. Maybe I'm not a detail person but at least my feet will be warm come fall.

six boats later......

Ferry knitting rocks. That's all I'm saying.

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Ok I'll say more. (added later: no pun intended) . That's a sock up there, and I am so enjoying knitting it, after a long sock hiatus (the hiatus, not the cuff length) I can scarcely put it down. However. My favorite clients from last week, that I ferried to? They rock too. And if they are reading this......I am editing, I am, I really am. Not knitting. Nuh-uh, not me.

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This is Michelle Shocked, she really rocks.

In Northampton last Friday night. If you can see her on tour this summer, go. She's one of those performers who does a totally great and unplanned live show.

Also rocking this week: the summer farmer's market is back. Including the really good goat cheese guys. If I ever find a farm that does both goats for fiber and goats for cheese, I might just move in for keeps.

sometimes things are just as they seem

I needed a bit more than 200 yards of a heavy worsted yarn. I wound the various skeins that I thought were the same yarn into cakes and here's what I got:

Even though the darker ball is larger, it seemed lighter in weight, less dense. Guess what? It weighs more. A whole 1/10th of an ounce. It has more yardage. Suspense over.

I actually worried about the outcome of this drama.

I'll be away most of the week working with some very favorite clients. I even get to travel my favorite way to the job, by ferry boats instead of planes. I can knit on board for the trip. The larger skein is more yarn. Life is good.

alpaca fan club meets now

To sum up, the friends & family, pizza truck & cupcakes were fabulous. Even the weather, which freaked us out by dumping a sudden storm an hour before the 100 guests arrived, was just perfect for the outdoor party. Roasted plum and carmelized onion pizza is genius. In case you were wondering. Thanks for the bday wishes! I still have a week to go, I am relatively youthful.

In real time, I've been on the road and back and gone for Shear Spirit and other projects. This will come to a screeching halt in July, when I'll be tethered to my computer, whining and whimpering, doing the production work.

But let us not dwell in the near future! Let us dwell in the near past when I went to New Mexico to photograph a big sprawling mountain top alpaca ranch.

I learned a long time ago not to have pre-set notions about my subjects.I figured here I was exempt. Northern New Mexico is one of my favorite locations so I thought it'd be all about the sense of place.
So Very Wrong. The land and setting were stunning but it was all about the people. I meet THE BEST people in my work.



This is a mother/daughter alpaca ranching team.

I discovered that alpaca are (arguably) the most lovable of the fiber animals. Sorry sheeps, I love ya but , the alpaca are so cute and friendly, you wonder if they are actually big cleverly disguised puppets. I mean, look at these two.

I wonder if Jim Henson met any alpaca before he got to work?

A further discovery: the more I visit fiber farms, the more I'm falling in love with natural, undyed fibers. I went through a long, hippy-girl naturals only knitting phase a while (OK a long while) ago. Then I learned that gray looks better on a sheep than it does on me, since then I gravitate to strong colors. At this ranch, about half of the yarn they sell is handspun, soft and beautiful and they keep track of which alpaca it came from. See the little tag ? This is all the more impressive if you know they have a couple hundred of the creatures on hand.

As I was leaving, the lovely generous rancher insisted I choose two skeins. I think I've mentioned how indecisive I am ? I was struck silly and under pressure to move fast, to make a 3 hour drive to the airport in less than 3 hours which you know isn't such a great idea even without the added pressur eof choosing luxury yarn. Idiotically I chose two entirely different skeins because I loved them each so much. Now back at sea-level I realize I have maybe 300 yards each of a rosey-brown and of a brown & white, a bit like the one above. Maybe mittens & a scarf that sort of go together? Its too warm to knit alpaca now so I'll let it ferment till the fall.

There was a spinning workshop going on too while I was there, and I met two cool spinning sisters, and a knitting cowboy designer, but I'm saving the rest for the book. Just a few months to go...

the upside of being a nervous flyer

A proud tale of what I learned enroute.

I am a nervous flyer. I wasn't always this way. Returning from vacation in August 2005,we flew through the edge of Hurricane Katrina. Nervous took on a whole new meaning. At the time I didn't make too big a deal. I was on a plane that bucked and fell thousands of feet a few times but in the end, my family was unharmed. Considering the folks on the ground below- what's a rough ride?

Ever since, I become a cartoon character as I walk through that boarding tunnel. If we hit so much as a pimple of turbulence: my heart sproings out of my chest on a coil, sweat spurts geyserlike from my palms. I make small choking noises and squirm. I am not fun to be near.

Turns out modern medicine has just the thing for me, so one pill per trip and presto change-o: I am calm, smile goofily and fall asleep while trying to knit cashmere lace. Cheerful indifference.

On my way to New Mexico a couple of weeks ago, having abandoned the lace project, I was approaching equanimity when I looked down at the needles and thought of the knitting maneuver that's eluded me since childhood: purling backwards. I try it once a year just in case I spontaneously develop the knack while I'm not paying attention.

So, up there feeling no worries, I thought, what's the big deal? I'll just put the yarn here, loop it around here...and walla. I am purling backwards.
Maybe not with lightening speed but it makes knitting a long narrow tote bag strap more pleasant. Back, forth, back, forth. It was all I could do not to nudge the strangers on either side of me in 7a and 7c to share my joy.

I was going to link you to some places that show purling backwards - some call it knitting back- and to my surprise, ain't no one doing it just like me. I'm sure there are, they just didn't get a manicure and put it online. I knit in the combined method with the scooped purl, so my purl back is wrapped that way too, clockwise. (no, really, do go on, we need a chance to rest our eyes and dozeoff...)

Ok enough about me.I really want to tell you about the huge alpaca ranch up in the mountains of New Mexico where I bunked out for a few days. But not just now. Now let's talk about me and cupcakes.

We are having a great big party in a week . Dave and I and 3 of our closest friends are having the same big birthday in the same month. The five of us have been jawing about this for ten years, since our last round of big birthdays.

Unlike most of the stuff we jaw about for ten years, we took action. The main food is taken care of by this brilliance, The Big Green Pizza Truck. After gazillion emails planning a massive collaborative birthday cake creation (frighteningly, the group of 5 includes an architect, an artist , two photographers, and a massage therapist, we are so damn hands-on we can't help ourselves) we settled on having a cupcake tower, each of us baking up many crazy cupcakes. Then word leaked to my oldest dear friend, a restauranteur , and the call came . She will arrive with ALL of the cupcakes we could ever want. And then some.

If it was anyone other than her I'd say no, but her cupcakes taste better than you can imagine . Can you tell? However. As a knitter, I can't help put have a moment of awe for the marzipan stockinette on these cupcakes. I wonder if you can purl back in confectionary materials?

so...where was I?

As soon as my jeans were washed and lost that Eau de Sheep scent, a tangy whiff I've grown so fond of, I was in Montana.

Montana looks just like you think it should. They didn't just make up that purple mountains' majesty line in the song, y'know. I kept thinking the ranch we were staying at looked like the movies, until a neighbor told me that they had, indeed, filmed The Horse Whisperer and A River Runs Through It right up the road. Thus inspired, I got on horseback for the first time since junior high. It felt great. But looked dorky, as I white knuckled the reins while grinning ear-to-ear, so I'll skip the visual.

My sister, the mitering Lulu, came along for this leg of the Shear Spirit book photo marathon. We briefly - very briefly- considered bringing our loose squares to sew at night.

Here she is arranging yarn skeins for a still life.
Behind the scenes view:



What we were doing:
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Lulu's really NOT a country girl and was a good sport about it, getting up close and personal with the animals and all.

This one liked her. A lot. She left that morning covered in Corriente cattle slobber.

I'll spare you an exhausting incident that involved her vigorously herding a group of pregnant ewes. We thought they should be in a particular spot with good light to make an interesting photo near a sweater for one of the book's patterns and they, the ewes, felt otherwise. I think they just wanted to be left alone till they gave birth. Selfish animals. No sense of publication deadlines and editorial needs. You know I'm joking , right? We had carte blanche from the rancher. He set us loose with the sheep, hoping the activity would get them into labor. I am considering a sideline: photography and fiber animal birthing coach.

We also met sheep with personality. This is Devil. His mixed breeding left him with a lovely teddy bear face but these unfortunate horns that stick straight up . I was made to promise he wouldn't end up in the book. But the blog? Just don't tell the rancher if you know her, OK?

Do you wonder if still knit? I do! But with little to show. I was, as far as I could tell, the only person knitting while waiting for Old Faithful to blow a couple days after leaving the ranch, while playing tourist in Yellowstone. And then, 90 minutes later, while waiting from a different vantage point geyser-side, I was the only person ripping out 8 inches of cashmere lace, having found too many dropped stitches to live with. I think the cashmere lace will wait until I can work on it in one spot.

the song from Rocky Horror

Have you ever had an incredibly great meal, with every bite delicious from the first appetizer nibble on? And you sit there wishing you could spread the great food over two weeks of your usual boring meals, instead of having them all happen in 2 hours? Yeah. That's how I feel about life the last six weeks. So many interesting people, so many stunning views, new tastes, interesting conversations, revelations, challenges. I want to grab a clock and pull back the hands like a super hero so it all goes more slowly and I can spread the goodness over a year or two.

The Shear Spirit Oregon to San Francisco photo shoot road trip tour was just such a feast.

1200 + miles, two farms, cashmere goats, chubby woolly sheep, one sheep herding dog bite, many losses of bearing on remote dirt roads, great hosts on each farm who let us bust into their lives and then fed us well and told us stories, nightly digital slide shows with people who actually enjoy looking at 500 more images of fiber related subjects you shot that day because they raised or spun or knit or dyed it, a hike and wade through icy water, redwoods, espresso huts (seriously why do we not have these on the east coast? are we not civilized???) , one little earthquake just so we knew we were in California, a charming off-the-grid cabin with woodstove, and much more.

One police stop for speeding . My lame-o excuse "oh I'm so sorry officer but the Oregon coast is so FABULOUS and I've never been here before and no I didn't see you trying to pull me over for two miles because, well, I was looking for a........sandwich. "

I wouldn't admit I said that if I were alone but once again my 16 year old son was riding shotgun, on his spring break. Like any good teenager he zoomed in on it as hilarious, and it probably was the funniest thing I said that day, because the rest of our conversations were
"Oh. Wow. Look. Wow. Whoa. Don't look while you're driving. Wow that's beautiful. Whoa thats the Pacific and a....CLIFF!"

We stayed at a cashmere farm in Oregon where I sat in the evening test knitting some sturdy New England botanically dyed wool/hemp until the cashmere farmer/fiber artist could stand it no longer and inisted I cast on a cashmere lace scarf with her delicate, glimmering, natural colored yarn. Oh..OK!. Force me.

Here's cashmere lace from its true start start to finish. Mine didn't advance so smoothly, until days later in Mendocino I got my lace groove.

Its hard not to share more from the trip . Not just because the best stuff has to be saved but I'm only half edited and I need to leave again, destination on Wednesday is Montana. I don't know much about Montana except for what I read in novels or blogs or learned in my youth. What I can count on: sheep, yarn, beauty, surprises.

I don't see the problem here....

THOUSANDS of rich women were conned by a firm into believing LAMBS were valuable miniature POODLES.

go ahead and click on that above, I'm sure you'll agree with me

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I haven't fallen entirely off the blog train. Really.
I'm trying to put together a coherent post about the Shear Spirit book photography 12 day swing from Portland OR through Northern California , via cashmere goat farming and life on a farm in Mendocino. Complete with a sheep herding dog bite. #%&*! I'm trying to view it as a badge bruise of honor.
Do you know how many shades of green there are in Oregon? I'll be back with some of that soon, and the ongoing challenge of me vs. cashmere lace.

no such thing

I was going to post about how I don't believe in coincidences and even when things seem random, eventually I get the connection. Sometimes it's science, sometimes it's karma. Sometimes it takes me years to figure it out.

I've had a whole bunch of not coincidences going on, a sad one illustrated here. A year ago this week I cast on for this, my first sock ever. This week... a breeze came through the koigu. Sad little puppet, isn't it?

So, that's the short of it.
You want a truly cool knitting coincidence, go over to Cara's.

In just a few hours I'm leaving for another Shear Spirit sheep & goat farm book photography trip, this time off to Oregon and Northern California. If you don't see a post here for a couple weeks, it's not that I don't want to share, it 'll be for lack of internet connection. I'll be busting at the seams with pixels. Just you wait. I am so looking forward to seeing that part of the US.

Meanwhile, some recent tinkering with crochet on a sweater edge (Ok my mom did the tinkering, I watched) got me thinking, and then Lisa's post got me wishing, for time to do a newfangled granny square blanket like the one she showed. I know someone with 84 unsewn mitered squares on the top of her bookshelf should not be uttering these words. But there you have it.

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Not that I'm insufficiently granny-squared in a more traditional way. This blankets sits on our bed, made by my great grandma Gussie in the 1940's. The squares are about 3 " on each side, all gazillion (seriously, its 27 by 39 squares, you do the math. OY!) Every bit edged in industrial strength black mystery fiber. So psychedelic! So durable!