This arrived today. The last of the Destash for Cash yarn I bought. Tiennie, who is all things wise in the way of i-yarn/knitting, says Ravelry will be having a swap section, so I eagerly await my invite there. This bit of lovely greenness is Rowan Summer Tweed. I bought it as I saw all the lovely summer sweaters being posted, but being late to the game as always, I won't have time to knit something for this summer, but next summer. So welcome to the Stash, Rowan Summer Tweed.
Also in the mail was this bit of eBay I picked up. They are ends of someone's hand dyed. They are quite pretty and I thought they might make great components for hats or mittens. Like using one of these for the brim or the cuffs and then knititng the rest in a Cascade 220. Which I might just have a skein or two lying around. Cough. Cough. Cough.
Some of the hand dyed that you see of late is, shall I just say it outloud, really awful. I heard it referred to the other day as "clown barf" and unfortunately that often fits. But these are just great colors to work with. See for yourself:
I got this brilliant idea to switch my home office into the boys' smaller room and give the two of them a bigger room. To do all this I only had to:
Clean out 15 years of collected books, files, writing notes, conference notes, handouts and various bits and pieces
Pack remaining treasures and remove from said office
Paint said room. Apparently lavendar is not a color for boys.
Move aforementioned lavendar hating children into new room.
Clean out their room. Did I mention this is 2 boys? Now you feel my pain.
Paint blue bedroom to more colors that will inspire romance. Raspberry Blush and Pineapple Fizz to be exact.
Find furniture that will fit in small bedroom. Woe is me, I have to go shopping.
Move in and start writing again
That was a month ago. Of course, one look inside my office:
should have told me that undertaking this madness was equal to the fairy land notion where I knit exclusively from my stash. Should have realized what was in front of me when the DH looked at me as I laid out said plan and had only this to say, "Good Luck." Translation: Don't even think I'm getting sucked into this project. Sigh.
So I dug in. And worked. And packed. And moved furniture. And painted, and cursed. Here is the new shot of my old office:
But then I met my Waterloo. Their room. It has been a pain in the rear to paint, and I've had to put on multiple coats, tons of fussy painting to get the old blue covered and my crazy colors looking right. Finally I've got this:
to look like this:
For the last two weeks, I collapse every night onto the couch, glance over at my knitting and wish I had the energy to pick it up. I've got an inch and a half to the underarms on my Lucy, but if I get a row or two done a day, I'm lucky. And I've made scant progress on the baby sweater I'm making:
But lucky for me, and unhappily for the mom-to-be, this baby is being stubborn about arriving. Just about as stubborn as Raspberry Blush paint!
Destash for Cash is gone. I know. I should have told you to sit down. Warned you to have your heart medication nearby. Or at least had a skein of cashmere to clasp to your heart when you heard the news. My daily fix of peeking into other's stashes and cast aways is now gone. My fix, my five times daily shopping trip without leaving the house or spending any money. I just looked and considered what I'd knit with those skeins and then get on with my day, satisfied with my virtual knitting.
Goodness where will I go now? Start cruising Webs? eBay? It just won't be the same. Then I start bidding and collecting more yarn. At Destash I was usually too late to buy but it still had that bit of thrill of finding some great yarn.
But I won the weekly drawing over at the Charmed Knits KAL. These two Hufflepuff hats (where they will eventually go to Warm Woolies) were my entry into the drawing and I won a new book from Wiley Publications.
I'm afraid my knitting production slows to a crawl during the summer. As you can see, I've gone up another buttonhole since my last report in. That's the problem with knitting a sweater from the bottom up, the bottom half takes SO long.
Besides, I have the worst time picking up my needles when the sun is shining late into the evening. I was knitting yesterday in 80 degree sunshine at my son's baseball game and this other woman commented that it was just too hot to knit. And since it was my Lucy sweater and it is getting rather big, I sorta agreed with her. But the Lucy is a great project for when you don't want to have to think too hard about a pattern repeat and just want to knit.
Yet my lack of Lucy progress could also be in part because I've been swatching. Here is one for a sweater I want to do out of the Classic Elite Summer Knits pamphlet.
Of course after I uploaded the photo, I realized that I'd photographed the wrong side of the swatch.
But I did get the right side of this:
And it isn't really a swatch, but the actual back of the baby sweater. I don't know about you, but I don't swatch baby sweaters. The cool part about babies--they can always grow into it, no matter the gauge.
I got these done at one of Matthew's appointments--listening to the back episodes of Stash and Burn, a knitting podcast. I found Nicole and Jenny vastly entertaining, and my swatching and waiting time just flew by. I now count myself as addicted. So to the rest of you, I pose this question: Which podcasts do you listen to and why?
When the yarn starts to get a mind of its own, then it's time to knit the stash.
Welcome to my blog. My name is Elizabeth, and I've been knitting off and on since I was seven. I come from a long line of knitters, crocheters and quilters and love anything to do with fiber. Since I live in a house filled with male DNA, this is where I get to share my projects and notions.