Wednesday, July 01, 2015

Hard Knitting Lessons

Poor Pork Chop.

Her goal this summer was to knit a sweater.

Two years ago we bought her yarn to knit a sweater.  She's worked on it a teeny bit over the years, but this summer, this was the summer she was going to get it done.

And she did.

She knit the back, and the two front pieces.  And she knit two perfect fitting sleeves.

And then she ran out of yarn.

The sweater has a beautiful shawl collar, and I'm afraid no matter how fast she knits in a game of yarn chicken the tiny third of a ball she has left is not enough to finish the sweater.

And we bought the yarn two years ago.

It is Simply Soft.

We bought it at our local Wal-Mart.

A local Wal-Mart that no longer carries Simply Soft.

I looked at Hobby Lobby.

They no longer appear to be carrying Simply Soft either.

The Queen and I stopped at Jo-Anns on the way home from Physical Therapy the other day.  It was our final hope in scoring some Ocean colorway Simply Soft.

Yeah, no.

They had Simply Soft.

But no ocean color simply soft.

They did have the ocean color in Caron Pound of Love.  It was lacking the sheen of Simply Soft, but I was hoping it might work.

Now that I see them together I'm not so sure.

Pork Chop is more optimistic.

And really this whole story was my way of telling you

I bought yarn so I can knit a pair of My Pet Octopus Socks

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Trying Something New

I'm sad to report that after the triumphant finish of my Tardis socks I fell victim to a case of knitting ennui.

I couldn't find anything I want to knit.  I am baby sweatered out.  I don't have the heart for a big person size sweater.  Hats, scarves, fingerless gloves, cowls, shawls.  Nothing inspired me.

Well, that's not entirely true.

I did find one sock pattern that I burned to knit with the fire of a thousand suns.

I wanted to knit a pair of Pet Octopus Socks.

But I didn't have a single skein of suitable yarn.

I knit tons of color work when I knit for Knit Picks.  I knit almost exclusively color work items when I knit for Knit Picks.  But I never, ever, ever, ever knit stranded knitting items for myself.  Even the Tardis socks, with their teeny tiny bit of color work are meant for someone else.

I never knit color work for myself.

So while I have many skeins of sock yarn, I don't own two skein that co-ordinate enough to make into a pair of color works socks with fish and mermaids and octopi.

I fell down the rabbit hole that is the ravelry pattern database searching for a different sock pattern that might inspire me.  The deeper I looked the more depressed I became.  Nothing excited me, nothing screamed "you must make me".  I did not want to knit a single pattern.

So I decide to take matters into my own hands.

I was going to create a pattern I want to knit.

I know how to knit a sock.  Cuff, leg, heel, foot, toe.  I got this.

I turned to my Stitchionaries and started putting post its on pages that interested me.

It turns out I have a lot of ideas.

A little bit of math and I was suddenly on fire to knit.

A marathon of season 7 of Grey's Anatomy... and I had knit an entire sock.

And it is awesome.

So awesome I can't reveal it.  For the moment I can only show teasers.

Look how fantastically the ribbing transforms into the pattern stitch for the leg!

This sock is awesome!

So awesome I don't know what to do with it.

Do I write a pattern?  Do I submit it to Knitty?  Or Interweave?  Or self-publish on Ravelry?  Do I just wear it as an awesome one of a kind production?

What do I do with my gorgeous sock?

Is this the start of something new and exciting?  Or a one off fluke?

What to do...what to do...

Anyone want to test knit?

Monday, June 29, 2015



I have two mostly finished Tardis Socks!

They even both say "Police Box"!

I am super excited.

They are mostly finished because I want to try them on my Dad to double check the fit before I cut the yarn and weave in all the ends.

I know you're confused.

You're thinking to yourself "Wait, doesn't your Dad live 2,000 miles away?"

Why yes.

Yes he does.

But in 9 short days the Eagle will be landing.

We are all super excited.

In the mean time, I have the best friends ever!  They go on vacation and I get the super cool souvenir.

They know me so well.

And in true Tardis fashion it is bigger on the inside.

It doesn't look it, but it can easily hold two almost finished socks.

And to tide over the Grandpa until he can cuddle a Queen...

She is looking forward to spending lots and lots of time in the pool with you.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Right Back On That Horse

So maybe sweaters aren't my "thing" anymore.

Who am I kidding.  They totally are my thing.

I big fat puffy heart sweaters.  It's like wearing a hug.  I love extra long sleeves, and smooshy fabric.  I love cables and lace and bobbles and cardigans that I can never find buttons for.  

Sweaters are my favorite.

But I need to take a teensy weensy break from sweaters. 

It's not them.  

It's me.

There's been too much heart break and ruined yarn.

I took Katie's brilliant advice and cast on for some socks.  Some simple relaxing easy peasy socks.

I also decided I had waited long enough.  It was time to break into the stash of new yarn.

and of course I picked the yarn planned for color work socks.  Not the beautiful black/green/silver yarn or the yummy pink yarn.  No I picked up the colorwork.  The very opposite of relaxing.

What could possibly go wrong?


I've already knit a sock that said "POLICE BCX"

I should have taken a second to take a picture of that before I ripped it to pieces.  

What else could go wrong?

I'm sure I'll find new and inventive ways to ruin a Tardis.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

This Is What Failure Feels Like

So last week I came down with a stomach bug.


And I lovingly shared it with The Greatest.

Cause I'm a giver.

It involved lots of intense stabbing stomach pain.  And lots of sitting very still on the couch and not moving.  Because moving caused more stabby pain.

It was big fun.

And by big fun I mean I prayed for the sweet release of death.

And I knit.

I knit the entire back of my Jamestown.

Does that look off to anyone else but me?

The armscye is super deep.

Like as long the the body of the sweater deep.

I don't know about you but I don't need an armscye that is a foot deep.

My gauge was all kinds of crazy.

I got spot on gauge with my gauge swatch.  And the slender cables on the sides were good with gauge, but the middle section, the hashtag cables, they were off. And while it was contained on both sides by the slender cables it was manageable.  But as I decreased the side stitches the middle section and it's off gauge staged a hostile take over, until my armscye was threatening to eat the other half of the sweater.

If I had been knitting with wool I *might* have been able to block that out.

But I was knitting with acrylic.

And my stomach hurt too much to deal with this.

So I am once again the proud owner of three balls of yarn, and a set of empty size 7 needles.

Maybe sweaters just aren't my thing.

I'm reconsidering taking up chainsaw juggling.

If you need me I'll be in the backyard with this little moppet.

Like her siblings before her, she's a little fish.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

A Case Of The Mondays On A Tuesday Afternoon

So lately I've been thinking maybe knitting isn't my thing.

Knitting isn't for everyone.

And maybe it's not for me.

Let us remember the mediocre Folded, and the too short to be allowed Tweedy, and the lest we forget the completely disastrous in every ways Grown Up Girl.

I turned to Jamestown.

And things were going along swimmingly

And then I realized that the big slouchy sweater was not going to be big and slouchy enough.

I need to go up a size.  Possibly two to get the amount of ease I want.

I am now the proud owner of ball of yarn and a pair of empty needles.

I need to find a new hobby.

I hear chain saw juggling is surprisingly relaxing.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Day 3

Three days in and I surrender.

I tried to be an adult.

I tried to persevere.

I can do hard things.

And knitting this sweater is HARD.

I'm not enjoying it.

But I'm pushing through the pain with thoughts of how awesome I'm going to look in my finished sweater.  Every single stitch will be worth it when I am sporting my flattering belted silhouette this winter.

But then I took a progress picture.

I wanted to whine about the obvious line of demarcation between where I started this sweater with the last two skein of virgin yarn, and where I switched to the crinkly frogged abused yarn.

Cause that line is there.

And obvious line is obvious.

I was just hoping that it would all block out in the end.

What else was I supposed to do.

And then I saw it.

You see it too don't you.

About two inches down from the needles.


Five stitches of rust stained yarn.  Two inches from the needles.  Two inches of work that needed to be frogged so I could remove the offending little "v"s.

My heart can't take anymore.  My purple yarn has been returned to ball form (minus the offending section).  And this?

This is my gauge swatch for Jamestown.