Over it.

I love knitting socks. Love it. Sock knitting is about as close to instant knitting gratification as you can get. And yet, right now? I’m so over it. These stupid socks I’ve been working on are cursed. Cursed I tell you! First the damn heel didn’t fit over Isaac’s foot, and then I screwed up on my calculations for the number of stitches required to make the stitch pattern bigger. *grumble* So, I decided to set them aside and start another pair of socks for my dad. 1st attempt–gauge issues. 2nd attempt–realization that I have insufficient yarn for the project. *Aaargh!!*

It’s official. I’ve lost my sock knitting mojo for the time being. I’m pretty much out of the running for the Summer of Socks anyway, and I did get four completed pairs in, twice as many as last year. One pair is even intended to be a Christmas gift, so how cool is that? But I can’t take it anymore right now. These socks have killed it for me.

So, now I’m moving on to other projects. [Ravelry] I’ve got the ruffly scarf to finish. And my feather and fan cardigan. I want to do a couple of hats for Christmas also, as well as a pair of Fetching and of Dashing. Ooh, crap. I’ve planned to do socks for my dad and another pair for my husband (argyle?!) as well. Shit man. I need to get organized.

  • Knits for Christmas Gifts
    a scrubbie or two
    1 pair Fetching
    1 pair Dashing
    2 double rib hats
    2 pairs of socks (dammit!!)
  • Eventually
    Soakers and Longies (since we’ve officially made the switch to cloth diapering)
    Tangled Yoke Cardigan
    Indigo Ripples skirt
    Noro wallet
    Sweater of Rassilon

Happy Friday, y’all!

knitting oddities · links

Knitting doesn’t belong everywhere.

A bar in London commissioned two designers to cover their interior with hand knitted and hand knotted cord.

(more photos by Mark Wu)

While I agree that the effect is nothing short of amazing, I can’t help but think that it will be a bitch to clean. Also, they might find they spend an inordinate amount of time untangling the drunks.

(Link via craftzine. Thanks!)

Whiskers on Wednesday

Whiskers on Wednesday–Link Day!

Sometimes even Doozer is really not that interesting, so today I send you over to the Flickr blog where yesterday they celebrated Kitten Tuesday. My favorite is the mother cat with her newborns. They are sweet and I want to snuggle them.

Doozer · Knitting · life · random

This Week at Chez Interrupted

Local sweet corn is teh awesome!
Local sweet corn is teh awesome!
Tendonitis socks at 50% completion
Tendinitis socks at 50% completion
Chez Interrupted is not responsible from injuries related to pouncing cats.
Chez Interrupted is not responsible from injuries incurred due to pouncing cats.
off topic

And Here’s Your Cake

So, the party I mentioned the other day was a tie-dye party. I’ve never done tie-dye before, but I’m sure we’ll do it again! And next time, there will be yarn involved.

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(haha, that last one looks a little like it was in a horror movie, doesn’t it?)


Why, oh why, do their bathing suits have to be so tiny?

I mean, honestly.

The men aren’t expected to wear such ridiculous costumes. WTF?!

off topic · random

From the Queue, part 1

5 intimate things we pay people (not doctors) to do for us (and I’m not speaking of sexy things)

1. Depilatory Waxing — the Brazilian kind primarily, but having your eyebrows waxed is pretty intimate, too.
2. Manicure/Pedicure — they cut your nails, for chrissake. I don’t even cut my husband’s nails.
3. Hair Cuts — especially the part where they shampoo your hair. (Some might find this surprising, but have you ever watched your man get his haircut (and washed!) by a beautiful stylist with gorgeous and soft feminine curves? Didn’t you feel even the teenyist tinyist stab of jealousy?)
4. Massage therapy– kind of a given.
5. Dental hygiene work — they are IN. YOUR. MOUTH. You can’t tell me that’s not intimate.


I have 19 posts in the blog idea queue…

…but only 5 minutes to write a post. So here, have a cookie some random links.

Frosting shots. Awesome.

A Potential art project for the TAS.

Send your camera to space.

Now, we’re off to a 6 y/o birthday party. I’ll bring you back some cake.


Dear Internets,

I have a quandary. A few months after I started knitting, I went to an estate sale down the street from my house. The old woman who lived there had been moved by her children into a nursing home and all of her belongings were being sold, as was the house in which she had, with her husband, raised her five (five!) boys. I never imagined any of the houses on my street could hold anything rightfully called an “estate” sale, but I popped in anyway, just to see what they had.

The house was a massive old four or five bedroom Victorian with a large finished attic and basement but most of what it contained was typical old-lady tag-sale junk. The sort of stuff that accumulates because your house is big and empty and you don’t really have the energy or heart to throw things out. Old flatware and other kitchen stuff. A bread machine, still new in the box. An old junky desk. A black telephone like the one in The Matrix. Tattered books. Most of anything of value had been claimed by her children and carted off to sell in consignment shops, but what really caught my eye was the enormous spinning wheel in the front window. (She also had a tiny old trundle wheel the estate salers were calling a “flax wheel” but since I was really, really, ignorant of wheels at that time, it didn’t resonate with me the way the “wool wheel” did.)

I fell in love. I had to have it. I figured that I could transfer it right to the front window of my condo, right in the living room. Sure it was big, but not THAT big. And, I could learn how to spin with it, so it wouldn’t be sitting idle. It was a win-win-win situation. I talked my husband into it. I negotiated with the estate salers. A price was agreed upon and I walked out of the house with the “wool wheel”.

(I should note here that at some point between her house and my house, a nail slipped out of the wheel and it suffered some very minor damage. The binder clip is holding a small part of it in place so it’s not damaged any further, but it’s definitely fixable.)

My first mistake became immediately apparent when we attempted to set it up in my living room. I either vastly underestimated the size of the wheel or grossly overestimated the size of my living room. It took up nearly the entire wall! To say that the wheel is too big for its intended space is a definite misunderestimation.

Then I realized my second mistake. My oldest son, who was around three years old at the time, is fascinated by mechanical artifacts. I was trying, rather unsuccessfully, to run interference between him and the wheel as I stood deciding whether a sofa was really “necessary” to our living room arrangement. But the temptation for him to test the various speeds and directions offered by such a set up so near his toys was simply too great.

With great sadness, I finally understood that this wheel at this time in this place would simply not work.

We disassembled it and tucked the pieces into various corners of our condo for storage where it has haunted me for three years. I want to keep it, but I’m not sure how that’s possible. We hope to move but there is no guarantee that there will be a place for it in the (as yet unknown) new house. And as long as there are small children here, I’m not sure this would be a safe place for it. I believe that with a little bit of TLC, the wheel can be used to spin, although I’m not sure what exactly that would entail, but it does have the all-important spindle.) And I’m not sure learning to spin on a Great Wheel is the way to go anyway. I’ve considered putting it up on Craig’s list or eBay. I’ve toyed with the idea of selling it out of the back of my van at the CT Sheep and Wool festival. I spoke with David of The Merlin Tree a couple of times, but never followed through on anything we discussed.

So I ask you, dear readers of the Interrupted, what should I do? Is there anyone out there who would be interested in a wheel like this? Should I keep it? Should I sell it on eBay or Craig’s list? What to do?

Knitting · life · totally awesome sister

Thanks everyone!

So yeah, I’m back to knitting on a regular basis. I can’t tell you how awesome it is. I cast on two new projects and will probably cast on another new one today. But after my physical therapy appointment. If you ever get tendinitis, I highly recommend physical therapy. And acupuncture. Acupuncture is teh awesome.

Thanks to everyone who left a comment wishing me a speedy recovery. Ordinarily, I try to respond personally to each comment I get, but I really think that excessive typing on the computer is what really did me in. My desk is too small and there is no arm support, you see. I hope to remedy that this weekend with a trip to Ikea with my TAS. Who doesn’t love Ikea? Who doesn’t love my TAS?