Shivery Knits

Ends

Do the mean (temperature)s justify the ends?

Once Upon a Time...

I had a knitting blog.... and then my computer with all my pictures on it stopped talking to the internet.

The blog got very, very quiet.

Enter: a new computer! Internet access and photo storage space. So much fun.

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Want to see some knitting? (Besides the Duck feet hiding above.)

Mini Koolhaas

Stonybrook mittens 

Stripe Study Shawl, (still) waiting to be blocked.

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And the knitting blog and the knitter were happily reunited.

The End.

Yarn Art

A story.

And pictures.

Question of the day: Would it be weird to change salons because of yarn art?

Auditioning Shelter

Because it takes me so long to knit a sweater, I do it very rarely and only after much consideration.

I recently fell in love with Bedford, but before deciding to knit it, I wanted to make sure I really liked the yarn.

[Yes, of course, I know I can substitute yarn! But, why make more work for myself if I don't have to?]

And what better audition than a shawl?

Shawl for Maria*
Yarn: Shelter, Sweatshirt, 5 balls (4 plus a titch of the 5th)
Needles: US 9 
Pattern: Terra Shawl
Size: one

* This shawl turned out a lot like the Romney Kerchief. Not that that's a bad thing.

And, yeah... I love the yarn.

Finishing

I am much better at starting knitting projects than finishing them... Oh, I do all the knitting, it's the seaming and the blocking and the binding off I often balk at.

But this week I am making an effort to finish (as well as start).

A Blanket for Aerin

Today, I finished weaving in the ends on this:

Gave it a bath (yay machine washable), and let it soak up some delicous smelling autumn wind.

And, as soon as it stops smelling like a wet sheep, it will be packed up to snuggle a baby I wish I could hug myself. Long distance hugging through wool. That's what knitting's all about, right?

At a Snail's Pace

Knitting around here has slowed to a snail's pace. (But not those yucky Florida snails, thank you very much.)

A few stitches here, a few stitches there...

...it's slowly adding up.

Sock Fail

I love hand knitted socks. I love knitting them. I love wearing them.

All that being said, I have just made the first sock I absolutely hate.

I hate it so much I don't want to rip it out. I don't want to knit it again. I'm just over it. You, green sock, will never have a mate.

This is the second pattern I've tried to knit from Wendy Johnson's Socks from the Toe Up. And I've got to say, the book just isn't working for me.

So, if you know a house elf who would like a lone, saggy size 11+ green sock with a too tight cuff, please let me know. Or, in all seriousness, if you would like a copy of Socks from the Toe Up, I'll be happy to mail you my copy.

 

 

A Knitting Jag

A big test can result in a knitting jag.

And a knitting jag can result in a lot of knitting.

Which means I now have a lot of finishing to do.

But first... maybe a little more knitting.

Recovery

"See, I'm kind of stressed and when I'm stressed, I tend to . . . "

"Knit?"

 

 

Although I knit when stressed, the knitting is better when I'm not. And having finally taken the bar exam, the knitting gets better every day.

Pictures soon.