Big Change

As I posted the little green leafy scarf yesterday, and sat down to ponder my next project (while knitting the leafy green socks) I decided that really, I needed to mix it up a bit.  Get going on something else.  But what?

I fondled some new yarn, I looked at some new books (really liking Veronik Avery’s Knitting 24/7 and Tanya Alpert’s Haiku Knits.  Actually, what I really like about Haiku knits is the idea that I might ever be chic enough to wear something in there. Dare to dream.) In any case, I spent all this time going through all this stuff and imagining my new project, and then I was overcome by this huge wave of knit guilt.  Now, I hardly ever get knit guilt.  I think it’s lame. Knitting is supposed to be fun, it’s a hobby- and seriously, what could the consequences of starting sixteen things and not finishing them possibly be? It’s not like anyone is going to swoop down here and give me a ticket or a stern talking to.  Still, I’m only human and every once in a while when I’m looking for something to start, this little voice in the back of my head says "How about looking for something to finish?"

Since that part of my brain doesn’t get a lot of air time, I decided to go with the impulse, and went into the living room knitting basket to see what I might be neglecting.  One layer down I found a tank top that I started eons ago, but didn’t finish for some reason I can’t imagine now. (I’ll bet that winter came and I couldn’t see the point of a summer top.) 

It’s the Roundabout Leaf Tank from Knitting Nature . (Yes.  I know I have this weird thing for Norah Gaughan. I think it’s normal and I’m not ashamed.) and I’m knitting it in Silken Straw from Alchemy Yarns. (Pretty serious crush on that company too.)  Now that I think of it, considering how much I like the yarn, how much I like the pattern… I have no idea why I put it down ever… or why it’s taken me until now to pick it up.

Anyway, I was knitting along on it last night, having just the loveliest time, when I realized what I’d done- though you probably figured it out already.  I went into the basket and picked out the only UFO (UnFinished Object) that was… you guessed it.

Leaves.  Green. I am nothing if not predictable.

Too Easy Being Green

Every once in a while, I get on a knitting jag.  It’s exactly like the two year old who will only eat peas and scrambled eggs for a week.  Sometimes it’s obvious, like when I actually do knit the same sweater or socks or hat three or four times before it’s out of my system, and sometimes it’s more subtle. 

This morning, as I was taking way too many pictures of a scarf, I realized that I’m in the middle of another one. 

Perhaps it’s a reaction to spring, and a long drab winter.

Perhaps it’s how much I love watching my garden leaf out and come into bloom.

Perhaps I’m just thrilled that the summer is coming –

but I simply can’t stop knitting green.

A green willow sweater and now I’ve finished this little scarf- pale green with little leaves tracking along.

Wavy Leaves Scarf from Fiddlesticks Knitting, 2 balls Silk Sensation in Sprout.

I wasn’t entirely convinced that I was really committed to a knitting jag until I put down my sock in progress for a quick photo too.

Embossed Leaves pattern in Dream in Color Smooshy Spring Tickle.

More green. More leaves.  I might be a little obsessed with an attempt to knit myself a garden.   Maybe I should consider a few flowers and get off the leaf kick?

Willow in the Woods

Done and done, Willow got a walk in the New Hampshire woods for a photo shoot before we came home.  (Thanks to Natalie for taking the pictures.) I finished it up just in time for a big rain storm accompanied by a cold front and I can assure you that this sweater is warm and soft like nobody’s business.  I’m so happy to have it.

Pattern, Willow- from Louisa Harding’s book Cardigans .

Yarn: Luscious Single Silk (LSS) 50% wool, 50% silk from Blue Moon Fibre Arts, in a gorgeous green that’s so me –  Mossay.

This sweater is the perfect combination of cozy and classy, or at least that’s how I feel about it.   I feel like I could slip it on over a tidy skirt and blouse and be more or less dressed to leave the house, and that it would be equally at home over a tee and yoga pants on a snowy afternoon in the house.

I made a few changes, mostly to how the belt was worked.  Louisa had the back of the belt knit right in to the sweater, but that’s not my preference, so I worked it separately and crocheted belt loops to hold it in place. 

Also, I shortened it a little (as I have mentioned, I’m not an average height, so my sweaters shouldn’t be) and changed the button band.  For starters, I didn’t put any button holes, because I really couldn’t see myself ever buttoning this – and then I worked a few more rows because – well.  I liked it, and it’s my sweater, and it’s one of my favourite things about making my own clothes is that they can be just the way I like them.

(I’m sure Louisa Harding understands.)

I love this sweater. 

Postcard from Squam

Very little time, and even less internet access, so it’s a wee postcard for you, mailed (when I find that elusive wi-fi again) from Squam Art Workshops.

We’ve had music and the lake, food and classes, and tonight I speak, and tomorrow – tomorrow is more of the same.  (Minus the speaking. I only have to do that once.) Having a wonderful time.  Wish you were here.

Less Random, but not quite

1. I went to the eye doctor today and had those stupid drops. The appointment was at 9am, and I’m only just now able to see my knitting or my screen.  Totally dumbass.

2. As a direct result of the eye drops, I dropped a DPN down the kitchen sink.

3. It was on a tea towel and I didn’t see it (on account of the drops) and when I picked up the towel the thing tipped right in.  Sneaky little arse.

4. I was able to locate one of those telescoping magnet thingies in the junk drawer and tried to get the needle out.

5. Turns out that aluminium isn’t magnetic.  Who knew? I wonder where I was that day in high school.

6. I understand that the next step in retrieving the needle is to dismantle the plumbing.

7. Because I value being married, and because we have a 120 year old house that crumbles to bits if you look at it funny, I have decided (in a powerful moment of maturity) not to dismantle the plumbing.  I have a feeling I would have a hard time explaining to Joe why we have a $500 plumbing bill because I was trying to recover a 50¢ Susan Bates aluminium needle.  

8. Today being June 1st, I picked a random bag out of my self imposed sock club, and got The Embossed Leaves socks (from Favorite Socks which gets fairly frequent use around here) and a skein of Dream in Color Smooshy. (Spring Tickle. How appropriate.)

9. Unfortunately, due to the aforementioned $%^&*ing blindness, I screwed up winding it and now have two big balls and two little ones.

10. Despite the blindness and even though I could see the chart as well as a 15 year old girl sees your point about homework, I knit for a while on my Wavy Leaf scarf

The scarf is seen here minus the repeat that bore no resemblance to the rest of the pattern.

11. My sight has now mostly returned.  My rage is not yet abated.  Thank goodness I can see well enough to open a beer.