Friday, September 25, 2020

From the Bottom of the Knitting Queue


I have really been focused lately on finishing the long-forgotten works in progress that have been languishing in the bottom of the knitting bag for way too long.  The hunting mitts was one.  This mess is another.  

A long time ago, my baby brother asked me to make a mitten for two people to wear when they are holding hands.  I did some wandering on Ravelry, and behold!  The Smitten.   Then he mentioned two mittens for the non-holding hand.  Then he realized that there should be a set of mittens for each person for normal wear, with a companion Smitten.  When I bought the yarn, there was a cute speckled version in blue/gray and pink/gray skeins, and I got the idea of making an ear warmer for each to match.  So one two-person mitten turned into four regular mittens, one oversized mitten and two ear warmers.  

So I dug everything out of the bag recently, to see where I was.  Two pairs of mittens done (except for the ends and a couple thumbs), and the smitten designed and started.  

I would really like to be able to have all of this to my brother and his darling fiancĂ©e by Christmas.   THIS Christmas.  

Today, it is all about getting ready for the Season.         

Thursday, September 10, 2020

Done and done

I have been on a finishing kick lately. I finished my recent shawl, and I finished the hunting mittens that have been in progress forever. This is actually the second attempt at this mittens. These were supposed to have a flap that folds over the fingers. That is where I was having the issues. The first time, the flaps were opposite each other. One showed the purl side and one knit. The second time I was trying to figure out another way to do it, when my sweetie decided he just wanted them to be fingerless, like I have done with all the teachers. Really? Just plain fingerless mittes? I can do that. I can have it finished in a couple days. And lo and behold, finished. Whew! It feels so good to scratch off another long in progress knitted item. Today, it is all about the dones.

Friday, September 4, 2020

Pulling the plug

I have reached a point where I had to make a decision: I am supposed to end on a garter area of the pattern. So at what point to a switch to garter whereever I am in the pattern. I think I have reached that point. I am supposed to do twelve rows of the lace pattern, then twelve rows of garter. But I only have a teeny tiny ball of yarn left (pretty nice dark, burgandy yarn. No more beige!) and I don't think I can stretch it that far. Then I remembered that I have a measuring tool. A little gadget where you run the yarn through it, and it measusre for you. It came in a package with my swift and scale, and I think this is the first time I have actually used it. I know I was imperfectly measuring, but it was still only 38 feet left. Definitely time to switch. I have been showing an uncharacteristic monogomy towards this project, and I may actually finish within a day or two. Today, it is all about the final stretch.

Sunday, August 9, 2020

A world of beige

 My boring trial inspired burst of inspiration has led to my first cast on.  

I am loving the pattern, and the yarn, except for one thing. There is a lot of beige.  I hate beige.  Beige is not a color.  It is the absence of all color.  I see the pretty pink and burgandy, and I know  that those pretty colors are coming.  For now, however, there is row and after, repeat after repeat, endless stitches of . . . .  beige.  

Meanwhile, I have found something even more dangerous that matching patterns and stashed yarns to keep me amused in court: searching stash for sale. Especially when one person has a bunch for sale, with discounts and free shipping if you buy enough.  This could get dangerous.  Especially when I am staring at a whole bunch of beige.  My immunity is compromised to pretty new colors.  

Today it is all about the need for colors. 

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.