Friday, February 20, 2009

The dreaded swirls

It all started with this a great colour way that shall remain nameless until I stop squirreling it up.

It was so pretty in the hank, then the ball, that it was driving passion to cast on socks. (It was either the yarn, or the need to distract myself from outside stressors; I'm sayin' it was the yarn) I even put a pattern onto the foot, something I rarely do. Then I noticed the big swirl. No, no, No! I say unto you No. No swirls.

Frog, frog, frog. Tried two different skeins, which despite starting at different points on the dye pattern soon ran neck in neck. Tink, Tink, Tink. I think this is when I lost my lovely stitch marker Try it knit from both ends of the ball - same piece of string, worked opposite ways, must not match up, right? Within 2 rows.

Rip, Rip, Rip. Try a different number of stitches. Hmmn, now the sock is too big, and the colours have divided evenly with all the blues on one half, and the oranges on the other. I don't want to go down a needle size because I'm already on 1s. Rather than deal with the bookkeeping/taxes/work stress, I think I'll peruse knitting patterns until I find something that will wiggle it's way out of the spirals.

Because that's what mature sane people do, right? Distract themselves with something else. That's why TV is so popular.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Unutterably Rude.

A while back the fabulous Chelle (with the great hair) sent me a care package.

Which I, of course, opened before doing any of the mature mail opening. I may have even rolled on the Alpaca, played Jedi KNIghT with the shawl pin, and performed sundry other welcoming rituals.

What I did not do was post it on the blog with a huge THANK YOU. I took a picture so that I could, and then suffered the crash of '08. But here it is.

Thank you Chelle. I love the colour of the yarn, it's so perfectly me. And the stitch markers are currently working hard on the lettuce coat. Smooches.