This was the last skein of yarn I bought before embarking on 9 months of Cold Sheeping, and it was knitting up suspiciously like kitchen cotton: not soft, not mom-worthy. So I gave it away, and broke my Cold Sheep streak after 290 days (I checked) with the Handmaiden Casbah, the yarn equivalent of dating a supermodel.
Posted in Retro Ribs, socks on October 14th, 2006 5 Comments »
On the bright side, the leftovers from his socks are enough to make a pair for myself - as soon as I can look at the yarn without feeling like I’ve just given birth to a baby that’s been gestating for a year and a half, I might just do that.
There were so many people at the Ann Arbor Public Library on Sunday that latecomers (or those who simply wanted to sneak in a side trip to Zingerman’s, like my friend Jen and I) watched Stephanie on TV in the fourth floor conference room. On TV. The view was pretty good from what [...]
I can take a hint and I’m not going to spend a lot of time knitting a sweater that’s not the bee’s knees for my sweetie. Between that and the finishing of projects, I’m feeling…simpler.
I am a slow enough knitter, however, that I go through each of the five Project Stages several times before they’re complete.
It’s about giving yourself permission to use the tools and materials you love to expand your knitting horizons and become a better knitter. For the record, I’m in favor of all kinds of Internet surprises, and I begrudge no one their treats, but I want to see your knitting.
It’s just like the moment when you see a ding in your new car, and though you love it in spite of the ding, you love it a little less. Your mind wanders for just a tiny moment to contemplate the next new car, because the car with the ding is now “old”. I’m thinking about new socks.
We are all about the small knitting victories here at Knit One, Purl Too. And, sock pal? I think you’re getting Koigu - nothing’s too good for you!
Everything was going along smoothly until I, um, tried the sock on. It’s about an inch too small; I can get it over my ankle, but as they say in the South, “it’s like stuffing ten pounds of sugar in a five pound bag.”
First comes knitting at lunchtime, then knitting action photos on the desk - next, watch for a tub of my stash to sneak into a file drawer. It’s only a matter of time.
