Back from a whirlwind trip to Oregon and the Knot Another Fiber Festival, and not only did I have a very good time working there, I inexplicably got a ton of knitting done. Maybe it was just the flight there and the flight back, but I finished almost everything I was hoping I would. Elliot’s sweater pieces are all finished, and blocking. (I block before I do the making up. I know that’s not at all in vogue, but it really gives me the best results. I’ll block it again after the sewing is done and the buttonband and collar are on. I’ve conducted an experiment or ten and really, all the knitting books weren’t lying when they said this is the order of operations. It’s a really great little sweater, I’m not going to give in to laziness now.)
I got all the ends (finally, I know) woven in on Russell Street, and that’s had a bath too..
I even managed to bang out a pair of socks… Although those aren’t blocked. They’ll do fine when I find the feet they fit.
(Pattern: I made it up on a plane. Yarn: Must Stash Yarns, colourway: Not all who wander are lost.)
I even got to start a new pair of socks, but…
That will teach me to cast on late at night on a plane, in the dark. I’d feel worse about it if I didn’t know the truth, which is that knitting destroys your ability to count reliably, even to small numbers. I’ll concentrate really hard today, and see if I can make it to sixty-six.
Happy May Day.