Recently I was talking to a pal about my blog. "I'll read anything you write," she said, "but not the knitting posts. I just delete those." If you are also an anti-fan of knitting posts, this is your cue to go read about the World Cup or ketogenic waffle recipes or whatever floats your boat.
Ysolda Teague is doing another mystery knit-along, and I bought some yummy fingering-weight Malabrigo yarn for it. After the first week -- and even through most of the second -- I was a little worried that it was going to be a big boring right triangle. But she threw in a funky twist at the end of week 2. Will she have us make a sort of kite shape? Or a festival of mitered decreases? I won't know until Monday. Who knew knitting was such a suspenseful hobby?
Joe wanted me to knit him some socks, but he wasn't quite sure what they should look like. He found some yarn he liked, black with brightly colored neps. "What about socks with cherries on them?" he wanted to know. Cherries, check. I started knitting in some Fair Isle cherries, but he looked at them with a pained expression. He was hoping for more entropic cherries, as it turned out, and Fair Isle cherries were too orderly. Because I love him, I ripped them back and told him I could give him cherry entropy via duplicate stitch. The first sock needs one more cherry plus stems and leaves; the second sock needs a looser bind-off in addition to its cherries. I was going to give these to him for his name day a couple of weeks ago, but maybe I'll manage it by Pete's name day next week.
I was also going to give a knitted half-birthday gift to my oldest, but maybe he will get a gift for Pete's name day too. He wanted a slouchy beanie, with a star on its crown.
Back in February I cast on a sweater with the Mason-Dixon ladies, who invited their readers to bang out a Carbeth. I zipped along up to the sleeves, but I lost momentum with a few inches to go on the first sleeve. I came back to it in May, but when I cast on the second sleeve I forgot which size I had been knitting and accidentally made it smaller than the first one. Whoops! I hadn't taken notes because this was going to be a quick knit, so it required some head-scratching to figure out what was going on. It's a whisker away from finished. I have to weave in a bunch of ends, and close up the underarm gaps you always get with a raglan, and then I will have myself a lovely bulky-weight funnel-neck sweater. It will be just the thing for the Midwest in July.
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