Showing posts with label summer sweater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer sweater. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Knitting Saga

My m&m's were siphoned off by my 4 year old. So much for my breakfast.

OK! Socks are much more fun than sweaters. Look at this goop!
It happened while trying to decrease. I did a ssk and look what I did. But this is the least of my worries. Look at this! And this is not a weird camera angle. The front panels are different sizes!! AUGH!! I thought I was measuring so carefully! I am so frickin' mad!
Also, I found on someone's blog (and I'd link it, but I can't remember where/when I found it) that they hated Rowan's Summer Tweed because the texture was so coarse - while I found that it was soft. Well - here's the answer. It depends on the color. My brown Summer Tweed is rough and yuck to the touch, but the pink is wonderfully cuddley.
I've been putting off my Hufflepuff socks due to lack of needles. (I only have one pair of #1 magic loop) but today, I vow to begin. My mom will be picking up more Magic Loops for me, so there will be no excuse.

Here is 8-year-old E's sock. The second is on stitch holders (again - shortage of knitting needles). And yes. I am modeling his sock on my foot. He is large for his age, which is what happens when you introduce Viking/Nordic genes into the mix. (I'm not bragging when I say he was 10 pounds 2 oz. at birth - just letting you feel my pain).
And yes . . . I'll start using my self tanner.

And the cotton stripey socks I started for myself with the Panda Yarn will probably be footies to wear around the house, since they're 'summer' socks and I don't forsee myself wearing these bright things in public with my shorts and sandals.
(Oh the geekiness). (Renee) I thought the cotton would fall apart and come unraveled, but it's actually quite nice.

One more frivilous picture.

The ice is finally out on our cabin lake!!! Why is this significant? We're 'water-access' only. So here is a shot from a resort near us of the OPEN WATER!! Cabin - here we come.

PS. My dream would be to have a knitting weekend with all my knitting friends up in Ely (but few of my friends knit. sigh. And the ones who do, aren't keen on outhouses. That would be a lonely weekend).