Tuesday, January 23, 2018

January Grays

A part of me is still a California girl at heart, especially in January.  I don't mind the cold weather, and I actually like snow, but January can a drain on anyone's cheerfulness.  After the bustle and colorful lights of December, January just seems so . . .  Janaury.  The weather is colder, the sky grayer, and there is not much to look forward to until spring. 

This year, it seemed like my knitting was gray too.  I was working on my brother's Smittens, in gray.  I was working on the last few inches of Celtic Sage, which is in a lovely sage green, but looked boringly gray.   Even my Wirbel was in a gray section of the color palette. 

I don't know what happened.  I have so many other things in progress.  So many shawls.  Pretty shawls.  Lovely colors, in beautiful designs.  Then this brightly rainbow ball of yarn jumped into my hands, and the next thing I know, I was knitting.  Making the pattern up as I went. 

Don't judge me. 

Today, it is all about the antidote to January. 

Friday, January 5, 2018

Down to the Wire

 Christmas knitting went down to the last minute this year, far more than normal.  I had an extra pair to make, but I had a good head start.  The first pair finished in record time.  The second pair was for my Sweetie's aunt, and I wanted to get it to her before the start of hunting season.  (Shotgun, to be specific.  Bow season started October 1st, but it was way too warm then to hunt for deer.) 

The third pair went much slower.   By last week before the kids were off school, I had barely started the last mitt.  The day before they had to deliver to their teachers, I still had half a mitt to go. 

I am pleased to announce, I DID finish in time.  Cast off around 10pm the night before. 

Just in time for delivery.   Both boys reported happy responses from their respective teachers.  So that makes the last minute deadline worth it. 

Today, it is all about the met deadlines. 

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Curious Fascination

I have never been a yarn snob, but I do appreciate quality yarn.  Nothing against acrylic, it has its purpose.  It is inexpensive, durable, washable, and versatile.  Acrylic has come a long way since the scratchy plastic-esque versions of the 70's.  That said, wool, alpaca, and merino are delightful.  Lovely feel, and best of all: memory.

So it makes no sense that I have a new love affair with Lion Brand's Shawl in a Ball.   I am partway through my second shawl.  I love the colors, with the slow progression from one color to the next.  The yarn has a touch of little boucle, but it thin enough to carry it off.

Meanwhile, the 2017 Teacher Mitts are well in progress.  One pair 75% finished.  One pair in the queue.  Another pair for my sweetie's aunt possibly standing by.

And if I have any extra time, it would be nice to finish my brother's Smittens before Christmas.  Facebook has new pictures of my fit and smiling brother with his new girlfriend every month.  It would be nice if I can send the Smittens as a gift for their first Christmas.

Today, it is all about the countdown for Christmas knitting.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Cold hands, fast needles

There comes a time in every knitter's life when their friends and family accept knitting as a way of life.  They see nothing unusual in factoring in a stop to one or more yarns stores as a vacation destination.  They are accustomed to balls of yarn lying about the house, attached to a set of two or more needles and something in progress.  They think it is normal to have emergency knitting in your purse, and to knit in public. My sweetie doesn't even blink when I pull out knitting IN A BAR.  My friends, I have achieved this level of saturation of muggles into the knitting universe.   And now I realize that it is not without a price.  They ask you to knit for them. 

My brother keeps mentioning the Smittens he requested over a year ago.  My sweetie has resigned that he may never receive the convertible mittens I started over two years ago.  (Finished one set, with a major flaw, ripped out and re-started, using better yarn, since I had to restart anyway.)  The usual Teacher Mitts are going to be due soon.  And now Aunt Joyce, when hearing about the Teacher Mitts, though they sounded cute, and started hinting about a set for her. 

And everyone wants their mittens by this winter.  No pressure.  Don't they realize that I only have  nine more inches on a lovely lace shawl?  There are only so many hours in a day that I can devote to knitting. 

Today, it is all about the knitworthy family members. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017


I am not sure if I have been experiencing an unexpected bout of knitting monogamy, or if I have just been so busy with the lawyer thing that leaves no spare brain cells for complicated knitting. Either way, I have been mostly working on Simplicity. The very simple shawl, made from the aptly-named Shawl in a Ball yarn.  Asymmetrical, long color change. This is the tire store yarn, and it is easier to pick up a garter stitch shawl.

This one will be done very soon, then I will have to think about my knitting again.

Today, it is all about
The plain knitting.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

SHIPs, SIPs, and other WIPs

There were only two of us at Knittervention this week.  Quite the contrast from the large crowd we had last time.  Still, it was nice to chat with Sarah one on one. She had two finished shawls to show off, and I was working on the final foot of Celtic Sage. 

I don't know what put me in the mood for confessions (I only had the one Magners!), but I admitted that I had a LOT of things in progress.  Three SHIPs (shawls in progress), two SIPs (socks in progress), and other WIPs (works in progress.)  I admitted that my number was double digits, and she asked if the first number was "1" or "2".  The answer was "1", but I am not 100% certain of its accuracy.  I haven't been updating my list of WIPs lately, either adding new projects, or crossing off the finished ones.  (There may or may not have been any to cross off, but I am optimistic.)  There was no way I was going to admit to 20+ projects going, even if it was true.  Even by knitter standards, that is just crazy. 

I don't mind double digits, because some thing don't (or at least shouldn't) count.  Some things are multiple items.  For instance, I am making placemats for the kitchen.  I finished three before I noticed that my kitchen colors have been slowly changing, and started with new yarn (which I am actually loving a lot more than the old yarn), and the first one in the new yarn is well underway.    Fourth placemat in progress, and nothing crossed off. 

The Elegant Ensemble included ear band, mitts, and a scarf.  I can cross that off the list, unless I decide to do a hat as well. 

Dishcloths:  I love cotton knitted dishcloths, they just seem to work so much better than a traditional dishrag.  But they wear out, so I always have a couple stray balls of cotton and Size 7 needles around in case of emergency, and usually one in progress as well.  I need to have a regular supply.  Again, dishcloths completed, but nothing crossed off the list. 

There are also a few things are ready for the frogpond, and I just have to be in the mood to sit down and start ripping.  Pattern didn't match the yarn, not liking how it is turning out, that sort of things.

And one or two that have barely cast on.  If I haven't knit at least a few inches, it really shouldn't count. 

Hey, if I start subtracting all the things that shouldn't count, the list doesn't seem unreasonably long anymore. 

If am being perfectly honest with myself ,there are definitely things that have languished too long at the bottom of the basket.  We won't talk about those. 

Today, it is all about the long list. 

Thursday, July 27, 2017


Yesterday, I noticed that my yarn had mysteriously snapped. I tied a knot and kept going, puzzled at how the yarn could have broken. Was it on one of the rides at the county fair? The Ferris Wheel is pretty tame, but the Scrambler has quite the centripetal force. My knitting my was in my purse during the rides, but it was possible. I simply could think of any other possibility.

Tonight, the culprit was identified. The vacuum cleaner, guided by my sweetie. Just when I thought I had trained him to be the perfect knit husband, he gets too close to yarn while vacuuming and let's a ball of yarn get sucked into the Dyson. Has he learned nothing in ten years of marriage? Back to the drawing board.

Today, it is all about the suction.