two knits of ivory

I'm pretty sure I've found my knitting sweet spot: the Shetland Triangle . I finished my 6th last week: Febrillious I finished my 5th a week or so before that: Eire Shetland Knitting this pattern smooths out all of life's rough edges. It kinda bothered me at little that I wanted to knit this pattern again and again. There was a seven month gap between my second and third shawl. Real knitters knit new patterns, real knitters try new, more challenging projects. I felt the capital K in my knitting persona slip to it's lower case cousin, like a kid eating their sandwich in a bathroom stall after a month sitting at the cool kid's table. Once I realized what I was allowing to happen, I wised up. It felt good facing up to my knitting superego and asking her to kindly shut her high falutin' trap. 1. Febrillious , 2. Eire Shetland , 3. Spruce Baby Llama Shetland , 4. Another Shetland , 5. Pink Granite Shetland Triangle , 6. Shetland Triangle Viva la Shetland Tria

I have become such a fangirl of Sundara , I'm kinda making myself sick rereading some of these posts. Could I plug her yarns even more? The answer to that would be yes. (Surfer's Wave ASM reshot) If I can't be a slavish fangirl in my own small crevice of cyberspace, then I ought to hang up my blogging shingle now. I'm back blogging with the sole purpose of being honest and open and true, to wax melodic or moronic, as my fancy strikes. So, yes, I love her colors, and her yarn bases. They inspire me to knit nicer things, to be a better photographer. My husband and sister's family chipped in to buy me a nice camera last Christmas and I still don't know half of what it can do. Everything I've coaxed out of that baby was with the intention of taking better pictures of yarn. I can't help musing that is pretty darn odd. Not that I didn't know I was odd. Still, to learn something new about oneself at my age is a blessing. I've entered what I h

Not my best week, but not my worst either. I had a day off for Veteran's day on Wednesday and my mood didn't cooperate at all. The glory of a day off in the middle of the week escaped my grubby, chubby grasp, like a child digging for sand crabs. I woke up discombobulated. I promptly became irritated, always being best at making things worse. Ever since my seventh grade science and home room teacher, Mr. Longo, tried to teach us relaxation techniques in class, I have successfully failed at all types of meditation at least two handfuls of times. I just don't have a happy place and I just don't have the ability to keep the focus needed to relax my body. In the past year, after attempting and failing once again at finding that mythical happy "place," it dawned on me that I have a happy "thing." Sometimes on Saturday mornings, when I lay in bed luxuriating in the fact I don't have to get up and take a shower and vacuum and do all the other irrita

It's been a roller coaster week. The good news is that it seems to be ending on a sweeter note than it began. I'm working on gift knitting, mostly. I expect to knit at least three pair of socks and one dishcloth for Christmas gifts. I would prefer if I could up the sock ante by two and the dishcloth ante by three, but I refuse to set myself up to fail. As long as I get the former amount done, any part of the latter finished will be gray-vay. So far I have one pair done: And a second pair on the needles (progress is from the weekend): Both are knit in heavyweight STR and knit up faster than one could say supercalifragilisticispyalidocious. Seriously, in the time it took you to read that word, I nearly completed one sock. The past two weeks have been spent working on a hat and mitt set for the deserving husbeast. We celebrated our 10 year anniversary a little over a month ago and I thought I'd knit him a hat and mitt set in heavenly Sundara ASM to show my appreciation