I was working on a Chevron scarf with my STR yarn (colorway Barney Rubble), and realized two inches in that I hated and loathed every stitch I knit, every second I spent.
So I frogged the damn thing. HA. I still like the scarf pattern, and I like the yarn with it – I just hated the needles and the size it was coming to. I’m going to go up a couple more needle sizes and see if I like it any better.
I know. Riveting.
It’s a knitty post without any knitty pictures. Why no pictures? I have left my camera at home when I needed it with me, and at work when I needed it at home, and my PDA takes terrible pictures. And I’m lazy. But you shall have links, when I can find them, and chatter, and a resurrection of this little knitty blog.
I’ve been knitting, I swear. I’ve made half-a-pair of the Hedera in a very pretty peach Regia tweed yarn that I cannot find a picture of online. I’m going to finish the pair, I promise, but first I needed to finish Monkey. It had been languishing! See, I got four skeins of Claudia Merino months ago. Two became the cable twist socks of my ire; this was the pair that I had to frog out an entire sock and restart it. They’re beautiful, but I still snarl when I see them. Two became Monkey, and let me say that I loved that pattern. It’s the only sock I’ve made so far that HAS to be blocked to see its true beauty, and don’t even get me started on the horrors that people do to this pattern with wildy striping yarn. Simple colors, my friends. Simple colors, simple variegation, and the pattern will sing.
So, there has been sock knitting. There has also been Clapotis knitting, and what I thought I was doing with this pattern, I have no idea. It has been a thorn in my side from the getgo. “Oh, I did it while watching tv!” my friend says, and I don’t care, I CANNOT. I blame the yarn, this beautiful, soft, silky Wool in the Woods yarn that is so slippery that it slides right off the needles. I don’t have wood needles this size, and can’t really buy them right now, so I suffer with slippery wool on slippery metal and I weeeeeep. This shawl will be the death of me, but what a way to go.
Inspired by my mother’s beautiful sunshine yellow entrelac dishrag (picture to follow, of course), I’m trying my own with some yarn amykins gifted to me ages ago. Fun! Easy! Really need the pattern, and since I keep misplacing it, the knitting goes slowly.
There is also the ribbon yarn tank top, which I had to frog down a few inches and fix. It’s progressing, but slowly. Plus, I’m trying out my first pair of toe-up socks with worsted weight yarn, using one of the patterns in the Favorite Socks book. I have lots of new gorgeous birthday yarn that COULD be used for socks, but may probably be used for a scarf or a shawl. Winter is cold here, people, and I knit slowly. Plus I still have 12 skeins of pink atacama floating around with no pattern (maybe the Sitcom Chic from knitty?), and eight skeins of some random yarn I picked up in the spring at some sale that also has no pattern. I *really* want to make baby sweaters, that surprise one from the Zimmerman book that I do not have, WOE. Plus, there is secret knitting with secret yarn, HA. Actually, lots of that, as I’m feeling generous and stealthy these days.
That’s what I’ve been up to. Plus, you know, life. June was incredibly busy, July hasn’t been much calmer, and here’s hoping August is boring as hell.
