Archive for the ‘knitting.’ Category
Officially it’s still Spring — but yesterday was June 1st, and the thermometer was over 90F in the shade, and that’s summer enough for me.
It’s also six months away from the end of the year.
Which means gift-giving.
In six months.
It seemed like plenty of time (aeons!) when I was planning all this, back in January.
Doesn’t seem so long now.
Well, a journey of a thousand miles, and so on and so forth.
It might take a thousand miles to turn this into a Milkweed.
No fear. There are six months.
We’ll get there.
In the meantime … summertime.
(This post is a day late because I have an infected tooth. Pity me.)
So … I got a leetle carried away with this stress-knitting thing.
Just a bit.
Actually it got pretty bad.
And then it got silly.
Somewhere around the third meter, I lost it.
I draped i-cord over everything in sight. Couldn’t help myself.
I noticed my salad was almost (but not quite!) as pretty as my knitting.
… a wandering rock-n-roller modeled for me
… as did some very random sculptures.
(This cast iron yard ornament approves of your awesomeness!)
But we wanted more, the i-cord and I. We wanted away from all that fuss.
And at the end, it was just me and the i-cord.
Like a Zen garden of stitches.
And I found something else, too.
Here’s my secret:
If you hold enough i-cord to your ear, you can hear the ocean.
shhhhhhhhhhhhh … don’t cry. it’ll all be all right.
… but not the organized type-A personality self-righteous perfect knitter kind. This is the “wrapping up in late April the gifts that ought to have finished in late December.”
Last Xmus I knit my dear Cullen a pair of socks, as requested — although I did not knit heels into them because the socks I make for C are always “toooo shooort!” (except when they’re “toooo loooong”). This is the problem with gift-knitting. Too large, too small, too tight, too loose. It’s hard enough to make clothes to fit my own body — and that’s always nearby for trying-on, you know?
So, all right; I’d measure C’s foot and knit in afterthought heels.
As with most things my plan was stronger than my resolve, and the socks (sadly heel-less) languished in a corner alongside many dust bunnies. Until tonight.
It is possible that I was trying to get out of knitting the gol-durned sweater for Cullen. Barely possible. It might have played a part, is what I’m saying, but only because the very first sleeve of that sweater (and there are two sleeves to make) — that first sleeve is on its THIRD incarnation. The first frog was due to my shoddy math skill and the second to my shoddy knitting-math skill.
Heels are easier to manage.
There was measuring
and picking up stitches
and I don’t mean to brag
but I think it turned out pretty well.
Cause I have got this sockknitting thing down.
* flowers from a generous guest at our last party. they’re two weeks old and aren’t they gorgeous? It makes me feel positively decadent to have roses about and sock heels to knit and a quiet, busy weekend ahead.
… but apparently, when your knitting looks like this
(242 stitches marked in intervals of 10, plus two for the center)
it is possible to run out of stitch markers.
well, that’s why my knitting bag has safety-pins and interchangeable-needle-tightener-things (and it’s good to see the durn needle-tightener-things used for something; they’re sure not around when it’s time to tighten up a loose needle)
and it’s just going to keep growing.
i might need buy some paper clips …