Knitting, good food, a glass of wine, friends … a little bit everyday makes for great living.
Posted in peacock shawl on Apr 27th, 2007
… I can’t find.
The question I need answered is exactly how do you rip out twenty-six rows (450+ stitches) each of lace? Do I ….
Discover mistake. Ignore mistake. Be annoyed by mistake. Tell myself that a severe blocking will hide the mistake. Continue to be annoyed by mistake. Count the stitches to see if the mistake has miraculously disappeared. [...]
Posted in peacock shawl on Apr 22nd, 2007
… slowly.
The sleeves have been reknit without mishap (whew!) and are blocking before I seam them up. This means that I can return to the bird. Last time I posted a pic was here. It has grown a bit since then. However, with 480+ stitches in each row, progress is slowing. Each row takes about [...]
Posted in Knit on Apr 15th, 2007
I’ve been working almost exclusively on the peacock shawl this week. Although there is one project demanding my attention. Nagging me with a small voice in the back of my head.
I casted off the Joann Cardi the first days of March. But expecting it to stay off the needles was apparently like expecting all your children [...]
Posted in peacock shawl on Apr 8th, 2007
After a long hiatus from my peacock shawl, I’m back. It feels good. Like stepping through the front door, after a long stressful day, to find a wonderful dinner already on the table. With no dishes to be cleaned later, I might add. That kind of good.
After the work I did for the LYS color shawl, [...]
Posted in Knit on Apr 6th, 2007
From this
To this
Yarn: Lamb’s Pride Bulky – color#M80 (Blue Blood Red)
Needles: US 11
Pattern: Fiber Trends Felt Hat with Brim Variations
Every time I felt something, I continue to be amazed at the process. Am I the only one who wonders why sheep do not get smaller every time it rains?
It is also incredibly hard to photograph [...]
Posted in Knit, oh so random on Apr 1st, 2007
It isn’t raining exactly. There is a lot of fog. As the moisture condenses, it slowly gains enough weight to fall. The sound cannot be heard inside my home. Outside on the deck it is loud, everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Drip . . . drip . . . drip . . .
Until the [...]