Monday, September 22, 2014

Abject Failure

I've been pondering texture lately.

Queen Bean isn't eating solid foods yet.  So we spend a lot of time thinking about the texture of food we are (unsuccessfully) feeding her.  Puree, lumpy, meltables.  We spend a lot of time thinking about the tactile aspects of eating.

Textures of hand crafts.  The tactile feel you create with sticks and string. Smooth stitches, or lumpy knots.  Crochet is overwhelmingly preferred for photo props because crochet's knotted stitches inherently have more depth and feel compared to knitting's stockinette stitch.  While I'm not feeling the urge to trade my needles for a hook, I want to knit more textures, cables, moss stitch, waffle stitch.  I want cuddly textured sweaters.

With that in mind, I cast of for Olive Basket... again... in a different yarn... cause hope springs eternal.

The good news is I'm in love.   I LOVE the basket weave border.  I love the variegated colors.  I love how the variegated colors are knitting up and playing with the different textures.

The bad news is I don't have enough yarn to knit the sweater.  Not even close.  And since I bought this yarn at big lots well over a year ago I'm not likely to get my hands on more of it.

*le sigh*

Back to the drawing board.

Speaking of textures, I think that is where my deep love of quilts comes from.  I love how the different fabrics combine to create a pattern.  And then you lay quilting lines on top of that.


All those textures.

Quilts are easily the most superior form of blanket.  Unfortunately, as I've blogged before, my deep love for owning quilts is far greater than my kind-of-like for making quilts.

Never-the-less, I am determined to finish the quilts for Sweet Pea and Queen Bean.  I worked all afternoon Sunday.

I made great progress. I was really getting somewhere.  All my little squares were FINALLY sewn into strips.  It was really going to start coming together.  It was only going to get bigger and bigger from here, snowballing into a real life quilt top.


Only to discover...

I was sewing the green star squares in the wrong order.


I was so tempted to just leave it.

But since the other four color were all sewn in the opposite direction, the perfectionist in me could not abide this atrocity.

*le sigh*

Good thing I'm handy with a seam ripper.

So it was a weekend of failure all around.  Feeling failure.  Knitting failure.  Quilting failure.

To cheer me up, lets look at some pretty textured hand knit socks.

Full disclosure:  These are my friend's socks.  She knit 3/4 of this pair, and then an injury with a farm animal put her out of commission.  (you can't make that up)  I came in to knit the last heel/foot so she can finally have a pair of socks made from her own line of hand dyed yarn.

The pattern is Nemesis.  It was fun to knit, and maybe someday I'll knit a Nemesis of my own.

And cause I can...

Sock Sushi!

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Progress of Sorts

My smooshy squishy hat grows.

It is smooshy and squishy and I love it.

Unfortunately the fact that my shooshy squishy hat is growing does not mean I have finished my Knit Picks project.  It means I've worked on the project I can throw down at a moments notice to take care of the little ones.  I've worked on the project that requires little actual brain power.  I have not worked on the project that takes my full attention.  But I'm in the home stretch with my Knit Picks project.  I expect to knock it out friday, and never speak of it again.

On the plus side, I made yarn soup today.

And then, in an unusual turn of events, I actually blocked the soaked items out to dry.

So there is that.

And finally...


Her sweet face kills me.  And those arm roll!  She is the reason I don't get anything done.  If she's awake, we're playing!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


Forgive me blog readers, for I have sinned.

It has been four days since my last blog post.

My pile of things to block still looks like this.

And I have not finished knitting my Knit Picks project.  In fact I have made zero progress on my Knit Picks project.  But that is not entirely my fault.  It is a crazy cute project with a clever yet very complicated construction.  I've reached a tricky tricky part, and my weekend was filled with many many emails with the designer ironing out some minor issues with a section of pattern.

So not my fault.  I've been doing my due dilligence.

And while I waited I had to cast on for something new.

I couldn't help it.  I swear.  I needed something to do while I waited for replies to my emails.

I cast on for yet another Rikke Hat

*Side note, look how unexpectedly fabulously my nailpolish, yarn, and bathrobe all coordinated together*

I know I was all dreamy with the grey sweater, but if you've been paying attention you'll notice I haven't knit myself anything that requires a size.  I've knit socks, scarves, shawls, and now a hat.  But no actual sweaters.  I'm still carrying a bit of the baby weight, and for boring pumping reasons (everybody take a drink) I haven't been able to lose the weight.  Rather than flip a coin and decide if I want to knit for the body I have, or the body I hope to have, I've been sticking to things that require no size.

So a smooshy hat it is.

And I loves it.

I only feel a tiny bit of guilt for all the things I haven't done.

Friday, September 12, 2014

The Straight And Narrow

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Ravelry, I shall fear no pattern.

I have been tempted, mightly tempted.  The desire to shirk my responsibilities and run off with a fresh project is great.  But I have remained strong in the face of shiny new knitting possibilities.

There is Impromptu, and the new Knitty Deep Fall, and now that the World's Cutest Baby is sitting up all by herself I need to knit her a Mermaid Tail for the World's Cutest Photoshoot.

But thus far I have resisted the temptation offered before me.

I have conquered second sock syndrome.

I have finished the final third of my friend's socks.

With the knitting completed, both projects have retired to the "Needs Blocking Pile."

This is where my knits go to die.

But I have been diligent in sticking to my to do list.  Maybe I will bust out the blocking wires tomorrow.

Or maybe I will finish my super secret Knit Picks project, the final item needing knitting on my to do list.

Or maybe I will finally give in to the sweet siren song of a new project.  

There are worse vices to have.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Struggle

I think I have a problem.

I've got two scarves and a shawl to block.  I've got a Knit Picks project to finish.  I've got a sock suffering from second sock syndrome.  It needs its mate.  And I've got half a sock to knit for a friend (she knit the first sock and a half, a story for another day).

And I don't want to work on any of them.

Instead I want to knit a pattern called, aptly enough, Impromptu.


The struggle is real.

Remember when I thought I was casting on for a grey shawl but it turned out to be green?

Well I've still got the grey yarn that is actually grey.

And I loves me a grey cardigan.

I know I need another grey cardigan like I need a hole in the head.  And I need to block my scarves, and my shawl, and knit my Knit Picks project, and knit my second sock, and knit my half a sock.

But I don't wanna.

I want to cast on for a depressingly plain grey cardigan.

Quck someone distract me with multi-hued sock yarn.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

In Which I Do Nothing

Today was a day with nothing on the calendar.

That's not entirely true.  Picture day was on the calendar.  But I didn't notice picture day was on the calendar until after the chidlren had already left for school.  Already gone in outfits they had choosen themselves.  With hair they had brushed all by themselves.  This years pictures will be the most honest pictures in the history of school pictures.

But picture day aside, there was nary a doctor's appointment, or therapy appointment, or any other form of obligation that would require putting on real pants in sight.

I got to stay home and simply play with this all day.

I know rough life isn't it.  And see her silly arm.  The kid doesn't sit still.  All her best smile pictures look like this.

But that's neither here nor there.  I'm going somewhere with this.

I found myself, this afternoon, in my comfy pants, surrounded by sleeping beings.  The Greatest was upstairs sleeping for his shift tonight.  The world's cutest baby was napping in her crib.  And the dogs were snoring at my feet.

Left to my own devices I did the only thing I could do.

I watched Greys Anatomy and knit.

It felt so decadent and foreign to be sitting and knitting in the middle of the day.  Weren't there errands to run, or children to chauffeur or appointments to attend, or chores that had been shoved to the side for so long they had now reached critical mass?


I sat and knit.

And it was heaven.

I remember when this used to be my life.  Every. Day.  Maybe I should start putting afternoon knitting on the calendar.  Then maybe it will get done.

And a very productive day it was.

Hours of baby giggle, and half a sock.

It was a good day.

Friday, September 05, 2014