Let’s just say, ” I won’t be going back.”
Sweetums asked me where I want to go for my birthday. Did I say one of those fancy places looking out at the ocean? Nah. I want to go to Smith’s. I don’t care that it looks like a basement that was finished in the sixties. There is one consistent quality about the place. The food is good. What more do you want?
Since these are a little big, I thought I would line them. I have about thirty skeins of baby alpaca that I had bought at an estate sale years ago. I can’t help but wonder if they were leftovers as most of the colors don’t match. This yarn feels lovely and will conform to her hands as she uses them. Did I mention that these are for my daughter? They’ll come in handy for those nasty winter days when she has to go to work. Or when she is playing with her favorite toy, the snow blower. Yeah. She’s different from me. But it doesn’t mean I love her any less.
I had trouble picking up stitches. I changed from metal needles to wood in order to get a better grip on the alpaca. The mittens are eighty stitches wide so I picked up seventy-two or ten per cent less. I did the same with the thumb. I also discovered that I knit fewer rows overall. I’ve been working on these for a month now. I will be so glad when they are finished. What’s next? I have another vest planned, but I just received some lovely sock yarn.
Not really. The squirrel was already dead. But that did not keep him from feeling very proud of himself and bringing it home to show off his ‘kill’.
Why do I have to make this so difficult? It’s only a pair of mittens. But they’re for my daughter. And, she’s—well–great! No one could ask for a better daughter. What did I do to deserve her? So, they have to be special. Getting them ‘just right’ hasn’t been easy, but I think I finally did. The purple is so rich and the two glitzy yarns all needed to stand out.
It tastes like puke. I have tried every brand and every flavor. And, it still tastes like puke.
I sincerely hope so. These yarns screamed at me to be put together. It took a while for them to decide what suited them best. At first, they said lined mittens and socks. When I was about half way through a mitten, they said, ‘No. That’s not it’. I reminded them that it really doesn’t get that cold around here. I suggested gloves. They laughed. They knew that I love to make gloves. They suggested getting out the fair isle glove book. We really had a good time with that one. There were so many beautiful designs. They started jumping up and down and screamed, ‘This is it! This is it!’ I had my doubts. Once I had finished the cuff , they agreed with me. They wanted to know what happened to the pattern. They couldn’t see it. I said, ‘I told you so’, and pulled it all apart. So. I did what I wanted.
Who’s laughing now? Silly old yarn. What do they know?
No. Not me. Although, I have mentioned to break my little toes a few times, they still work well. I’d say my hands and feet are the only things that still work well on me. If anything ever happened to my hands and I couldn’t knit or sew, do the humane thing and just take me out and shoot me. Please.
It’s my cutting table. I have one of those cheap folding kind with rollers that wear out quickly. I could get one of those fancy expensive ones, but they don’t fold up and move easily. This one I can stick in a corner and I can move it around without any help. I think that we can all agree that I am a bit independent. But that’s why Sweetums loves me.
And this is why I love Sweetums. The new leg fits over the old and the caps slide easily over the floor. I’m so happy!
I got this yarn in December. Who has time to make Christmas socks in December? It should have been sent in October. Or maybe even August with the way I was going. This sock went so fast. And it’s cute. Sometimes you just have to make cute. I have happy socks. Why not have cute socks? I love the little loops along the top.
When the February sock club came, I was very happy with the yarn. The patterns left something to be desired. I was expecting two totally different patterns which they weren’t. Granted, it was a glove and a sock, but the cuffs on both were the same. And they literally buttoned closed. I make gloves and socks for warmth. I don’t want to see any gaps. So I got out Anna Zilboorg’s Magnificent Mittens and Socks, a fun book. Next came two skeins of Great Adirondack’s Smoochie. Looks like I’ll be getting the swift and ball winder out in the next few days.
I wonder how much cat help I’ll get.
I love these socks.
I am so glad that I changed the pattern. I couldn’t see doing the lace pattern on the foot so I just continued the dot pattern. It’s much more practical(warmer) this way.
And, of course, I had to switch colors.
It’s all I seem to be doing lately. I think it has something to with the kitchen business. When you start rearranging drawers and cabinets, you just can’t stop. I should sew. It’s been ages. And I have some great ideas. And I have some great fabric. But I should really rearrange some things in that area. But, first, I should go through some things and determine what exactly goes where and what is worth keeping. What may have value to someone else and what should just be thrown away. That’s all I seem to do lately. I went to Reisterstown for a few days and did the same thing there. I am surprised at how much I want to be shut of that house. Anybody want a hundred year old house? I sure don’t. I get tense every time I am there. All I want to do is enjoy my little house on the creek. I don’t need six frigging bedrooms.
I’m still working on my Miss Marple socks. I should be finished. Last night I put a different toe on the second sock. Today, I decided I liked the second one better. I started to frog the first toe, but I got carried away. And now, I have to redo half the foot, too.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 