Thursday, July 30, 2020

Court time

Sometimes I am just stranded in court with nothing to do or think about.  Something like a  Termination of Parental Rights trial, when my client is incarcerated, in the wind or completely disinterested.  I still have to stay in the trial, because there are other parents in these cases that may have a different participation in the trial/case, but if my client is in prison for a couple years, there really anything that I can do on their behalf. 

That is my day today.  My client is incarcerated until 2022, so it isn't like he can step up and get custody of his child.    So here I sit, at my laptop, listening to witness after witness none of which pertain to my client. 

I can't knit.  That would look bad.  It would help keep me awake and would not interfere with my ability to listen to the witnesses, but optics matter.  So instead I have been looking at a half dozen yarns from my stash, and looking to through Ravelry to see possible patterns that fit the yarn.  I discovered a new feature about searching patterns.  I can actually just search the patterns in my favorites.  I loved being able to narrow the search to those hundred or so patterns that I have already flagged that I liked. 

I now I have my next four or five projects tentatively picked out.  That may or may not be a good thing. 

Today, it is all about the future cast ons.   

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Permission to Frog

Knitters are funny.  We keep working on something, long after it has told us that it isn't working.  We plug away on a sweater for an adult that would be tight on a toddler.  We slog forward on socks that are big enough to suit an elephant.  Hideous color combinations, combative yarn/pattern combinations, knitters will ignore the obvious forever.  We hate the idea of unraveling stitches that we worked so hard to ravel, we continue onward, knowing in the deepest corner of our heart that it isn't working.

Since the move, I have been unpacking and viewing parts of my stash and WIP's that haven't seen daylight in some time.  I have given myself permission to frog at will.  If I don't like the yarn anymore, frog it.  If I don't like the pattern anymore, frog it.  If I am just bored with it, frog it.

Today, in a corner of my office, I found a half-finished child sock for charity.  I tried working on it a little today, but I was hating the colors of the yarn, the feel of the yarn, the tininess of the needles.  I wasn't even sure what I was going to do with the socks after I finished them.  The yarn store that used to accept charity woolies to ship to an orphanage in Russia has now closed.  After two rows, I decided to frog.

What freedom!  I still don't know what to do with that ugly yarn.  I may stick it in the garage sale stack, or just throw it into my "charity stash" and think of something else to make with it.  For now, it is one less work in progress.

I found three others partially finished projects stuck in that same corner, but I still like them.

Today, it is all about letting go.      

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Too much free time?

And just like that, two months pass by without blogging.  It would seem like staying home for a couple months would mean I would have plenty of spare time.  It. Does. Not.  Working from home, while trying to help two kids navigate e-learning is more complicated than it sounds.  And my sweetie (who worked the whole time normally, except for a short two week furlough) seems to think that working from home means I don't actually have to work and have plenty of time to clean.  Seriously?  Flexible work hours doesn't translate to not working.  Sigh.  Eye roll.

I did get quite a bit of knitting done, especially in the evenings when I would otherwise be chauffering children to Scouts, sports or other fun activities.  Two hats ready for St. Baldericks. (Assuming they have their fundraiser this fall.  I can't even predict next week.) A baby blanket half-finished.

And, for me, a shawl nearly finished. clapotis.  I started the decrease rows last night.  After that, I have to drop all those stitches.  Intentionally.  That just goes against the grain for a knitter, but that IS the design.  The silk bamboo feels dreamy, but the overall shawl is a bit heavier than I expected.  Maybe it won't feel like that when draped around my shoulders, but on my lap, it weighs pounds.

Today, it is all about the weight.

Thursday, March 26, 2020

The New Normal

This past Monday was Knittervention, but, of course, we couldn't actually meet.  The private room wasn't big enough for all of us to sit 6 feet apart, we might accidently have more than 10 people, and (the deciding factor) our pub, 9 Irish Brothers, was closed.  

But you can't keep a group of knitting aficionados down.  We met for community knitting through video conference.  It was a little weird.  We sometimes would talk at the same time.  Long silences were more awkward.  (Why does it always seem like we are counting all the same time?)  But it was nice to talk to someone other than my husband and children.  

I watch the news, and hear the numbers, and I can't help but wonder what I can do to help.  I mean, I don't work in the medical field, and I am still working my normal full time job, caring for my children at home, and dealing with a seemingly perpetually grumpy husband (at least these days), but I still want to do something.  

So I started knitting hats for St. Baldricks.  I didn't get any  done last year.  For that matter, the baby blanket that I did make, I never turned in, so I still have it.   

In moving and unpacking, I found yarn that I didn't remember that I even had.  Some of it is quite nice, so I have decided to use it for charity hats.  I think this ball is enough for two hats, and there are more in the queue.  

Today, is all about wanting to make a difference.  

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

The Training Has Paid Off

In the course of a week, life as we know it has changed.  Schools are conducting e-learning.  Restaurants and bars have closed.  People are snuggled at home for the immediate future.  My social butterfly friends have been lamenting how they can't go out and have fun.  Me?  I am a knitter.  I have been training for this for decades.  I have years worth of yarn.  Give me my DVD's and internet connection, and I could quarantine for years.

Since the kids are home with me too, I should probably include wine.

In the coming weeks, I should have some great knitting works in progress to show off.

Today it is all about being a new kind of prepper.  


Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Battle of the Socks

The old sock is  a LITTLE fiddly.  About two rows out of the twelve row pattern.  Not too bad, but enough that it is not really good for briefcase knitting.

So I started a new sock.  Easy, simple, something I can pick up and put down easily.

I hadn't knit, or worn, hand knit socks in a long time.  It may sound stupid, but I didn't have shoes to wear them with.  I had a great pair when I was pregnant, but they eventually wore out, and I never really replaced them.  Then I saw something similar, but pricey, so I put it on my Christmas wish list, and my husband is generally smart enough to buy from the list.

With all the cold weather the past couple months, I was so grateful for the cozy wool socks.  Why did I ever stop wearing them?  I have five pairs of handknit socks, and now I want more.  Hence the two socks in progress.  

Today, it is all about knits for the feet in the winter.  

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Third Time Charmed

My third attempt at the Cozy Cowl was indeed the last.  Success!  Hurray for math!  (Shhh, don't tell sister Anna Maria, my freshman algebra teacher.  I would hate to think that she was right about something.)  I am now the proud displayer of a soft and woolie cowl, guaranteed to keep my head warm in the bitterest of Indiana winters.

I was uncharacteristically monogamous to the cowl.  Maybe it was the Indiana that seems to get colder and longer every year.  Maybe it is just where my mind is these days.  So many things going on, so little space in the RAM of my brain to allocate between them.  Knitting seems to get the brain power that is leftover after everything else in my life, limiting the level of difficulty these days.

We are still moving the last of the random things in my mom's basement.  Some  most of the last random items have literally been in her basement for years.  I am finding yarn and projects that I forgot I had.  Some have been the source of new inspiration, some have been more along the  "what was I thinking?" lines.

I am trying to approach the large, neglected stack of WIP's in a positive manner.  I don't want to beat myself up about a single sock that I have been working on for years.  I have decided to take them one at a time.  Pick up and evaluate it.  Do I still like the yarn?  Do I still like the pattern?  Are the yarn and pattern working?  If not, I have given myself permission to frog without guilt.  Give away the yarn, if I don't like it.  Put it back in the stash if I do.

I started with a single pre-heel sock.  I had remembered the pattern as being too fiddly, and opened the bag with trepidation.  To my surprise, I was able to immediately figure out where I was in the pattern repeat, and I did still like the pattern.  I will see if the other rows are too fiddly, but in the meantime, it is in my briefcase for before-court knitting.  One neglected WIP back in progress, way too many more to go.

And, I started something new.

Today, it is all about the new and the old.