I had a great title...

I was thinking last night before falling asleep that I should really post to the blog, and somewhere in the ether of wakefulness and sleep I came up with a really great title. Or maybe I just thought I had. In any case, it's long gone now, as is the brilliant essay I had composed in my head. I had been thinking back (way back) to the few posts I had written that were neither baby nor craft related and thought it might be nice to try and compose a few of those again from time to time. The fear that my brain is turning to a baby-talking-babbling pile of mush is a real and ever present one. I have no time to read and my capacity for a varied and impressive vocabulary is dwindling at an alarming rate. Wait, I should clarify. I suppose I might have time to read if I chose to use my snippits of free time for that purpose. But when I do get a chunk of time to myself, I usually clean something or hurry up and knit a bit. For some insane reason, I still think that I can read in bed when the reality is that I'm generally passed out before my head even hits the pillow. One night last week, I didn't even make it that far as I fell asleep while I was feeding the baby. C'est la vie.

Yesterday I was over at the Harlot's blog reading about the nastiness that has ensued due to the chaos that has become the sock summit that she has been working hard to put together. If you've read her post, you'll know that she and her comrades have apparently been receiving threatening and hateful email. When I first read that, I thought to myself 'Well that's rude' and went about my day. But I kept thinking about it and after a while I thought 'Really? Threatening? Knitters? Knitters being threatening and hateful about knitting? Socks? SERIOUSLY?' I hope it is indeed a small cohort of complainers. I mean really people...it's just knitting. Socks. Knitting socks. With other people knitting socks. There really are much more pressing things to get your panties in a bunch over. Sheesh.

Speaking of knitting, I have some to show.



First up, sock one of the Paraphernalia pair is done. Love, heart, adore. Fits like a glove too...or a sock as it were, hehehe. I think after numerous years of knitting these things, I may actually be getting the hang of it.

I've also started in on another sweater for myself, this time a Starsky by Jordana Paige. This is the third spring in a row that I've started a sweater. I feel a tradition developing. Also the third sweater that I'm knitting with Patons Shetland Chunky. I'm pretty sure chunky knits are the least flattering thing to clothe myself in, but I'm drawn to them.



Another phenomenon that seems to have repeated itself with this sweater is the curse of the cable. Maybe curse is too strong a word...the conundrum of the cable. Not the first time I've had to rip back to the beginning cuz I screwed up. I've knit the cable repeat correctly, just over the wrong number of stitches. I cast on the correct number to begin with and while I was doing the ribbing, thought that the pattern had asked for the wrong number since the 3 x 3 cable wasn't working out evenly. It wasn't until I had the 3 inches knit that I realized I hadn't read the right directions for the size I was knitting which had a helpful little adjunct which stated 'knit to last 2 sts, knit 2'. Ah yes grasshoppah, I get it now. So I just figured if I added the extra stitch that I had decreased at the beginning, everything would work itself out. Which it might've had I increased the st. on the correct side, which means I likely started the cabling on the wrong instead of the right side. Long story short, the banana tree cable pattern is moved one stitch over the entire way across. It isn't hugely noticable but kinda bugged the crap out of me. I let it marinate overnight, then consulted a fellow comrade in yarns and yes, I am going to rip it back to the end of the ribbing and fix it from there. It's only a naps worth of knittng to undo, so it's not so tragic.



Recent yarn acquisitions. All Fleece Artist. The one with the tag (Somoko) was my prize from Nova Knitters blogiversary party and the other two were purchases from the Have a Yarn mill ends sale that Heddy was nice enough to pick out and bring home to me!

Gotta go, there's sweater ripping and yarn caking to do. Then it might be time to venture out of doors. That large shiny ball of fire in the sky has returned and one never knows just how long it'll stick around. Until later...