What I'm Knitting

Because I can tell you are desperate to know.

1) The Cardigan. One sleeve, some fancy edging and the samll matter of sewing on some ribbon and it will be done

2) A little baby hat for someone at Andrew's work. Doing it without a pattern, nearly (In that I'm doing some ribbing, then some plain, then decreasing, then sewing it up). Maybe I'll do a little embroidery on it as well. Daring!

Both a winner and a loser

So I had a nasty/nice surprise this evening. It was scary how much wool I accumulated in the last eight months or so. I fear that it might be multiplying in the dark. However it was nice to know how much wool I have. Like an unexpected birthday present.

So while I won by sorting out and rediscovering my wool, I proved myself to be the sad strange loser who sorts her wool out on a Friday night. That's just tragic.

Ah, but such beautiful wool.

Stage 1: Pulling bags out of the wardrobe... and under the bed... by the lamp... on the shelves...


Stage 2: Taking off the wrappings.



Stage 3: Putting the final nail in the coffin of my social life. Yes, I colour co-ordinated my wool on a Friday night. But at least I did it well.*



(I'd like to point out that I don't have a TV and get sick of using the computer after a day at work sitting in front of a computer. And, obviously, have no social life to talk about.)

Wish me luck...

I have decided that before starting my next project, I must first check my stash of yarn. Because we are trying to let the flat, my room remains in a constant, unnatural state of tidiness. Obviously, it's not tidy - I've just hidden everything in the wardrobe. And the bags of wool just keep getting added. I'm a bit worried i may have a mountain on my hands. It may possibly be volcanic.

However I have finished the baby cardigan in variegated sock wool. (Photos to follow when I can be bothered and hopefully modelled on a defenceless newborn.) Thankfully the baby was 10 days late otherwise she will have grown out of it by the time I get it to her parents. Although it may take another six months to decide what buttons to put on it. And perhaps another six to sew them on. By the time it's tidied and finished I suspect she'll be giving it to her children. Or grandchildren.

Now I'm going to venture into my room to find out the exact extent of my wool-ownership. Wish me luck!

Bear

Highly specialised knitting accessories

On Sunday, I was delighted to find a pattern I'd printed off the internet which used wool I already owned and needles I didn't need to buy and had immediate gift-giving potential. Hoorah!

So I sauntered merrily to work with my knitting bag tucked carefully into my paniers, complete with the pattern, wool and needles.

But, then, disaster struck! I had forgotten my trusty stitch counter and although I could remember the first five rows, anything higher than the number of fingers on one hand is just beyond me.

I was quite proud of my solution:

Meet Marvin the Mountain Pig!

Another gloriously imperfect project from Debbie Bliss's Toy Knits book.

Here you go Karen!

This is what you were looking for.

Anyone else: don't ask. Really.

I promise I will start knitting again

when the school holidays start. And I've finished reading Harry Potter (first day of the holidays: I Have A Plan)

An observation to share

I've just spotted the similarity between the words 'knitter' and 'nutter'.

Winning knitting

This was my entry to Roger's (apparently infamous) Worst Wine Tasting Competition. Ella strongly argued that I should win since my bottle was actually undrinkable. I didn't (it wasn't quite within the rules apparently) but my efforts did win me a bottle of (drinkable) wine.

AND I invented the pattern. (Although I'm not sure I remember it properly or would ever repeat it without a few major structural / aesthetic tweaks.) AND I knitted food, for the first (and highly satisfying time ever). AND I finished a project - in a morning!

So, all good and far too exhausting. I'm off to bed.