I was doing a knitting but then
I’ve had a slight cold for the last couple of days which, while it hasn’t been too horrible, has been a great excuse to park myself on the sofa and knit. I cast this hat on Sunday afternoon and finished it last night.
This was a great knit, fast and fun, a treat, especially after the l-o-n-g s-l-o-g of Hippy Dippy.
I’m still somewhat sick, luckily, because I’ve promised a fish hat to E4.
When I was a kid, I spent many hours admiring a pair of jeans my mother had saved from when she was younger on which she had embroidered brightly colored suns and rainbows and lazy daisy flowers, as was the style in the late ’60’s. I secretly coveted those jeans, but realized early on that they would never be mine because in the late ’60’s, my mother was a wee tiny thing and I was the exact opposite of that. When I got to be a little older I made an attempt to learn embroidery, with the hope of eventually being able to embellish my own jeans with the same sort of hippie flair. It turns out that I suck at embroidery, mostly because I suck spectacularly at drawing.
Eventually, dabbling in the textile arts led me to knitting, where I found my true calling, and I knitted myself a sweater. I loved that sweater. I loved that sweater to death. We had a glorious 4 months together, that sweater and I. It was my constant companion. I wore it almost every single day and fell asleep wrapped in it more than once. But over the course of those 4 months, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the sweater was too plain and I often fantasized about embellishing the yoke with embroidery, the way I once dreamed of decorating my jeans. Killing that sweater turned out to be a perfect opportunity.
As it happens, I still pretty much suck at embroidery, but I love how the new sweater came out anyway.
I finished my sweater today, just as the sun was setting. Of course, now that it’s been washed and laid flat to dry, it is entirely too dark for proper pictures. Here is a tiny preview.
Tomorrow, the full report.
1. I finished knitting on my sweater just a couple of hours after my last blog post.
2. Work on the yoke has commenced; pictures soon.
3. I have been riveted by the news coming out of Haiti. If you haven’t already, go to your preferred aid organization and give what money you can. Every bit helps.
4. The Mr. and I have started watching True Blood.
5. I have mixed feelings about this, being categorically opposed to post-Anne Rice vampire tales on the one hand, and needing solid entertainment while knitting on the other.
6. I worry that I might find myself saying things like “fangtastic”.
7. I ordered a iPod touch using our American Express reward points.
8. It is awesome.
9. The only thing that would make it better would be a camera.
10. And access to the internet wherever I go.
11. A dedicated Mafia Wars app would be nice too.
12. Here is a recent picture of Doozer, LOLtagged for your LMFAO convenience.
You know what I’m talking about. It’s that point in a project when you go from “just trying to push through” to “holy crap, I’m actually going to finish this thing”. Every project has that point. With cuff-down socks, for example, I experience that sensation as I near the beginning of the toe decreases. If it’s a scarf, that point happens when I realize that I’m almost out of yarn. When I get to that point in a project, I tend to drop whatever else it is I happen to be working on (or other things that need to get done–dishes? laundry? don’t bother me, I’m knitting) and turn the attention of my entire being toward the project’s completion. Every nerve trembles as I knit intently, singularly focused on casting off the project and experiencing the satisfaction of a newly finished object.
At some point during my obsession with slippers, I realized suddenly that I had crossed that line with my sweater and before I could cast on a single slipper, I had to finish the sweater.
Here you see it laid out for buttonhole placement. I have only to finish the button bands and then to execute my grand plan for the yoke. So close. So close. They should’ve sent a poet.*
*bonus points if you can cite the reference!
This morning I had a dream of driving across the vast Canadian prairie to the Yarn Harlot‘s house for tea. She showed me the BGH* under her house, which, in my dream, was actually in one of the kids’ bedrooms and looked kind of like the pit at ground zero. (Seriously, it was enormous. There was even a crane in there.) After she showed me around, we walked across the prairie to an Indian restaurant near her house where we dined on fragrant Indian cuisine with the proprietress of the restaurant, a beautiful Indian woman in colorful sari and with a jeweled bindi on her forehead. Afterward, the Yarn Harlot and I walked back to her house. I woke up wondering what had happened to the city of Toronto.
*Big Giant Hole
My first finished object in 2010:
A woven dishcloth with a crocheted edge. I borrowed a friend’s Hazel Rose loom and wove it while our two sets of kids played and we visited. I might be hooked on this weaving thing; a Hazel Rose loom is on its way here as we speak.
I have been extremely obsessed lately with looking at patterns for felted slippers on Ravelry. So much so that I’ve spent more time doing pattern searches and clicking through the results than I’ve spent knitting anything. I’m especially taken by the ballerina style slippers (especially the ones available only in German, damnit!) and these extremely cute crochet’d ones. Then again, these ones are nifty too. If I spent less time on Ravelry I could have knitted (or crochet’d!) dozens of pairs of slippers by now, but if it weren’t for Ravelry I wouldn’t know all those patterns even existed. Erg. My head hurts.