Knit One, Purl Too: A Knitlog

The body of Cable and Rib, she is done. I thought it would look more like a sweater, but the unseamed body without sleeves just looks like a postmodern ruana, with a whole bunch of ends which need weaving in. I found the bindoff more challenging than I expected; I love the cleverness [...]

As you read this, I have crossed the halfway mark for Cable and Rib. I have completed the right front, and right now, when I am a fair piece into the left front, I have to admit that even counting the buttonband to come, I have knit more on this project than I am [...]

And here I present to you the right front of Cable and Rib, worked up to (and including) the armhole shaping in a mere two weeks. You may clap now, if for no other reason than (wait for it) I am still on schedule with this crazy “finish the big sweater by the [...]

My fabled knitting slump lasted all of three days, during which it might have looked as though I cast on approximately 40 times for Lizard Ridge - but that didn’t really get my mojo working, so I shelved the squares for later.
It also might have seemed I was reviewing every sock pattern written in the [...]

So, somewhat belated holiday greetings from the Knit One Purl Too family. Here’s hoping you find an extra ball of yarn under the couch to start the new year.

So, is this blog going to be “all Cable and Rib” all the time for the next two years while I finish this sweater? First of all, I am finishing this thing before the end of 2007, if I have to ring in the new year with Dick Clark and my Addi Turbos. I am totally starting a knitalong called “I Thought I’d be Done By Now,” membership: me.

What on earth could you learn from dragging out the process of knitting a sweater over the better part of three years?

Better late than never, item two: I ran across Kelly’s list of knitting resolutions for 2006; since I already had something like this in mind, I thought I’d write some things down so I can look back in 360-odd days and see what really happened.

I was back to enjoying the stocking once more last week, preparing to post away about the joys of knitting for the holiday, when my grandmother died.

When your husband says “It will take five hours to get there”, confirm that this is five hours from where you are, not five hours from the Maine border, two hours behind you.