A couple weeks ago, one of our regular servers at Knittervention commented on how carrying a couple hot plates balanced on one arm can really burn the skin on the arm. I remember that well from my server days, a hundred years ago or so. I used to have a potholder that I would carry with me, but I am a knitter now, and I could do better.
Behold! The Servers' Buddy! Really a variation of my usual Teachers' Mitts. I will be posting the pattern to both mitts, when I have a chance. But for right now, I had a very happy server.
Today it is all about protecting the delicate skin.
My sweetie earned major brownie points today. He let me spend 11 hours binge-watching season five of Game of Thrones before the season premier of season six.
Eleven hours of him keeping kids occupied, grilling dinner, and shutting up when I said the code word "zip". I spent eleven hours cringing from the violence, bring shocked when people died, and knitting.
I am going to have to rub his feet every night for a year now.
What passes for normal is relative to your personal perspective and experiences. Knitting in public is perceived by the muggle population as an aberration reserved for white-haired grannies. I have my husband well-trained. He doesn't bat an eye while I knit in bars, at sporting events like football and Nascar, waiting in offices, and anywhere else I fancy. After nine years of marriage, my sweetie is convinced this behavior is normal. (Well, for me, it is!)
The Courthouse has been a much slower acclimation. I don't have the luxury on working on them 24/7. But after all these years, I think that people have become accustomed, and even express interest, to my knitting in hallways and courtrooms.
Yesterday, the sight of two attorneys knitting in the hallway at the same time was enough to prove to me that there is still work to be done. People were still talking about it today. Apparently, attorneys who knit don't appear intimidating enough. Possibly, but I can't do kickboxing while I am waiting 15 minutes for court to start. The sharp, pointy metal spikes aren't intimidating enough?
I keep a little book with notes on my knitting, and it came in handy.
The directions for my Short Row Swirl Baby blanket changed on Ravelry. Mysteriously, the pattern changed form hand knit to machine knit. But I had some notes in my little book, and just had to fill in a few blanks, like how many stitches to cast on.
I have since realized that I had linked the wrong pattern to my Ravelry page, and found the original hand knit version. It was nice to get started without waiting to find the right directions.
Another pregnant friend, so another baby blanket. I really liked the Rainbow Swirl blankie I made last year, but this friend doesn't like pastels.
So I am making a brighter rainbow this time. There was a great deal of debate between my sweetie and my oldest child about what order the colors should be. I tried explaining that the colors would be in true rainbow order, but no one was listening to me.
She is at the end of her first trimester, so I better get knitting.
This shawl is progressing at an excruciatingly slow rate compared to expectations. I thought a half silk garter stitch shawl would skate along.
The yarn is delightfully soft and squishy, but is a bitch to work with. It is a bit splitty. Plus, the pattern has two to four increases per row. Weird, fiddly increases. Increase that I have to look at my cheat sheet each and every row.
At least the easy garter areas increase with each row. I am looking forward to toasting through those garter sections. Near the end, I may very well be cursing the monotony of those same sections.
Today, it is all about the dichotomy of garter stitch.