This yarn was on a time out. ::grumble::
Everything was just peachy until I got up to 38 stitches for the instep and the pooling turned around stabbed me in the back, just like it did the first time I tried this pattern with this yarn. Clearly this yarn wants to be something else. Plain vanilla socks? Or perhaps a lacy scarf? A hat? What say you, dear internet?
I’m in a bind. You see, I need a nice little project that travels well. Something mindless that I can tuck into my smallish purse and work on while I’m out and about. You know, at park day or in the waiting room at the dentist’s office or whatever. You have one of those projects, too, admit it. Anyway, Skew was decidedly not that project for me, so while I was working on Skew at home, I was taking my Involution Shawl out. It was the perfect traveling project. It was still sort of small, and oh-so-mindless. I could pick it up anywhere and sneak in a few stitches or rounds, and put it down without worrying about losing my place in the pattern. But now Skew is done and Involution has outgrown my purse, and I’m left trying to figure out what the heck to cast on that travels well.
Last night I cast off the second Skew sock.
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I’m so glad I didn’t follow through with my plan to abandon the second sock. It came out so beautifully. I love how the colors pooled and how the heel does that swirly thing.
Kudos to the designer for figuring out this elegant sock construction. Unlike “regular” socks (where you can sort of eye-ball the heel placement) Skew is hardly intuitive. But the pattern is clearly written and easy to follow, even though it was a challenge for me because I had to pay attention to it. It was a thoroughly enjoyable knit and I’m so pleased with the end result. And yes, I stopped the ribbing on the second sock about 1/2 an inch too soon. I’m okay with that.
Last night, I cast off my first Skew sock.
I confess that, for the first time, I am seriously considering not knitting the second sock. The pattern is clearly written, and the sock fits like a dream, but I actually had to pay attention to it. Which sort of defeats the purpose of sock knitting for me. Then again, it would be a damn shame not to have a completed pair.
Anyone else suffering from Second Sock Syndrome?
This was an entirely crummy week. Thank goodness for knitting. I’m quite certain I’d be lost without it.
My sister is going to a baby shower tomorrow so I whipped this up for her to give as her gift.
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Today was one of those days where I was busy all day, but as I’m looking around, it doesn’t seem like I accomplished much of anything. The sink is still full of dishes (I only did them one time today) and I still have a huge pile of laundry (I am Sisyphus and laundry is my boulder). But, I did do the dishes one time, and a couple of loads of laundry. I also made dinner in the crockpot, baked cornmeal biscuits, and made rice pudding (yum!), and went to orchestra tonight.
And, earlier this afternoon I finished a project I was working on for the concert in May.
The plan was to design a shrug to wear for the concert, and I had dutifully combed through stitch pattern books, measuring myself and making pictures of what I had in mind. And then I was in the shower one day when it dawned on me. Why not Clapotis as a shrug? The Shrugpotis, if you will.
It came out perfectly–exactly as I imagined.
(But it turns out that it’s exceedingly difficult to take a picture of yourself wearing a shrug.)
This is a project that almost never was. It was cursed, CURSED I say. Early on, I got up one morning to find the swatch I’d been working on had been neatly severed from the ball and much of the ball had been carried/strung/unraveled around the house. (Lolly has a thing for string.) Later on that day, I learned that she had eaten a substantial length of it. Just how did I learn of it? Let me just say it wasn’t pretty and that she is a very lucky little kitty. Consuming string is dangerous for cats. Add to that the numerous mistakes which ended with me frogging the damn thing no less than three times. BLARGH! I came this close to throwing the whole thing, needles, stitch markers, and all, right into the fireplace. But I didn’t. I persisted, bleeding, sweating, crying. I was monumentally relieved and pleased with myself to be done with it. Also, it looks fabulous.
The other day I heard about this meme and I was like “ZOMG, HOW COME NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS?!?!?” Here’s my version:
One of the moms from our home school group showed up yesterday with an imperial asston of yarn. Evidently a neighbor of hers is a recovering hoarder and was destashing a LOT of knitting stuff. The vast majority of it was grouped into projects, with all of the yarn, the buttons, and the pattern packaged together in a zippered plastic bag. There is an abundance of knitters in our group and we all pawed through it like slathering maniacs. I managed to score some pretty good stuff:
The patterns for which all of this was intended just weren’t to my taste and/or were somewhat out-dated, so I let those go to the universe and will see what trouble fun I can get into on Ravelry. I’m already thinking the Louisa Harding stuff would make a really pretty shawl.
This was going to be the victorious Finished Object post for E4’s Fish Hat, but as I was getting ready to do the fins, I realized something. This thing is huge. Seriously, it’s enormous, elephantine even.
I must have done one of the decrease sections more than once. Perhaps even more than twice. Add to that a four-year-old who a) dislikes things with stripes and b) thinks all things wooly are “too itchy!” well, that is a formula for failure, my friends. I may or may not finish this one. Either way, UGH!! It’s cute though, and I really love how the yarn colors pooled in the middle. I wish it had done more of that.
Knitting Interrupted 
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