Yes, I'm knitting. I've been working on Samantha, and I'm almost done with the right front. Tomorrow, I get to start the left front. She's coming along fairly quickly now... and she's keeping my thoughts from straying to the pretty, shiny Berroco Softwist in Walnut.
It's for my sister's birthday sweater. My skin looks nasty and sallow when I hold it against my arm, but I held it next to a picture of my sister's face, and it made her look like she's glowing from the inside or something. Browns look great on her. I hope she likes the finished result!
But now, back to knitting Samantha. Pictures of my progress coming soon!
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Ahem.
So. What are you seeing? Well, one straight edge -- on the right. One not-so-straight edge on the left. I think I lost a stitch somewhere along the line, but even though I added it back in further up, the piece refused to get back to its original width. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my gauge evened out towards the upper half of the dish cloth.
But you know what? It was fun to crochet, and I'll make another one!
But first, I need to finish the baby sweater dress. Our friend is coming over on Sunday, there's no way it's getting done, but I need to get cracking. Because the owner of our LYS just called to let me know that the yarn for my sister's birthday sweater has arrived. Once I get my hands on that, I may not be able to do anything else for a while.
But you know what? It was fun to crochet, and I'll make another one!
But first, I need to finish the baby sweater dress. Our friend is coming over on Sunday, there's no way it's getting done, but I need to get cracking. Because the owner of our LYS just called to let me know that the yarn for my sister's birthday sweater has arrived. Once I get my hands on that, I may not be able to do anything else for a while.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
The C word
My hands don't hurt any more, but I haven't blogged. Why? Well, I've been too busy networking, job hunting, and crocheting. Yes, the dreaded C word.
I'm making a dishcloth.
It's a good 21 years overdue. They tried to teach me when I was in the third grade, but while I picked up knitting in no time, I could not figure out how to turn a long, skinny chain of stitches into a piece of fabric. Now, I've got it.
Yes, it's unimpressive. Yes, there are many better crocheters out there. But my one third of a single-crochet dishcloth makes me happy.
I'm making a dishcloth.
It's a good 21 years overdue. They tried to teach me when I was in the third grade, but while I picked up knitting in no time, I could not figure out how to turn a long, skinny chain of stitches into a piece of fabric. Now, I've got it.
Yes, it's unimpressive. Yes, there are many better crocheters out there. But my one third of a single-crochet dishcloth makes me happy.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Tools and celebrities
I have been remiss on my blog stalking duties, but now I'm catching up with a vengeance!
This week's assignment has a "you and a celebrity" theme. The problem? I don't know anything about celebrities. Who's famous at the moment? No idea. I occasionally read In Touch on the train, it's entertaining, but I don't watch TV, so I have no clue who all those freaky rich people are.
But I do sleep with a "celebrity"! Yes, he's a cartoon character, but that doesn't make any difference to me. See? That's my hair in the picture!
No, these aren't just pictures I cut out of a magazine. You can tell by the feet. They're definitely mine!
And in the better-late-than-never department: Here are my knitting tools in their little see-through pouch, front, back, and out.
And these are my husband's tools. I don't go near them. Not because he's a chauvinist, or because I don't think women should go near "men's stuff" -- no, because I'm a klutz. I can use a hammer to put together a bookshelf, and I can drill my own holes into walls. But given a choice, I prefer to have someone else do work that can result in serious injury.
This week's assignment has a "you and a celebrity" theme. The problem? I don't know anything about celebrities. Who's famous at the moment? No idea. I occasionally read In Touch on the train, it's entertaining, but I don't watch TV, so I have no clue who all those freaky rich people are.
But I do sleep with a "celebrity"! Yes, he's a cartoon character, but that doesn't make any difference to me. See? That's my hair in the picture!
No, these aren't just pictures I cut out of a magazine. You can tell by the feet. They're definitely mine!
And in the better-late-than-never department: Here are my knitting tools in their little see-through pouch, front, back, and out.
And these are my husband's tools. I don't go near them. Not because he's a chauvinist, or because I don't think women should go near "men's stuff" -- no, because I'm a klutz. I can use a hammer to put together a bookshelf, and I can drill my own holes into walls. But given a choice, I prefer to have someone else do work that can result in serious injury.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
No knitting for a week!
Bad tendons.
The tendons in my left wrist hurt so badly, I can't pick up a book without or bend my wrist without making a face. Today is the first day I've been able to type without horrible pain, but I'll make sure not to overdo it.
And no knitting till at least Friday. Now that I'm unemployed and job hunting, I could have had so much knitting time. Sigh.
The tendons in my left wrist hurt so badly, I can't pick up a book without or bend my wrist without making a face. Today is the first day I've been able to type without horrible pain, but I'll make sure not to overdo it.
And no knitting till at least Friday. Now that I'm unemployed and job hunting, I could have had so much knitting time. Sigh.
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