I thought I got away with nothing weird in my knitting this week. But tonight I must admit that the shaping on this back looks really awful:
It’s like I’m hiding three little frogs under there!
These are reeeeeally long rows, top down, seamless. In fingering weight.
Front looks alright. The yarn is nice and soft against my neck.
It’s my New Old Town cardigan in my handdyed yarn. I’ve been knitting on it for days now, enhancing the pattern with some back shaping to suit the small of my back. That’s where the owl marker was used! But I guess I’ve started too late and have decreased too much in too few rows. It sags horribly.
It’ll have to be frogged to just a few centimeters below that copper centre back marker. Where I still have breasts to cover on the front, which is why I postponed all decreases until I had knit past them. I now think I will insert some gradual back decreases high up but no side seam decreases yet…
Hmpf! I was enjoying the mindless rows of stockinette stitch because we’re dealing with tropical heat in this little frog of a country and I’m also writing new reports for the courts and we have painters in and around the house.
My days are packed and stressful, I need my mindless knitting at night!
Well, the half full kind of person would say I now get to do even more of that soothing mindless knitting …
pic by Colin Campbell
Rows of 500+ stitches and the ball of yarn runs out like this:
Nice chicken, good chicken,
little ball of yarn,
bathe now, block now,
plarn plarn plarn.
My husband found the damp new shirt I was preparing with alum for flower stamping and hung it somewhere “out of the way”.
The middle of the steek -and the steek itself- was off by 10 stitches. Right panel had 40 stitches, let panel 30. That’s too much of a difference to fudge.
So I ripped the steek and some neighbouring stitches and will be trying to build it up again, including the decreases. As soon as I find two hours of patience and concentration to do so.
After hearing me rave about them the other day Dootje knew the perfect gift for me. A set of Bossche Bol stitch markers of my own. Yay! Celebrated today with an edable Bossche Bol.
There’s also two chocolate bars and a “spekkie” stitch marker, which I will celebrate on another day.
Now to knit a lace shawl and not smear chocolate and cream all over them.
This mail I just received from my husband:
He mistook my cake of yarn for a pineapple for a few times now and thought it was time to notify me of this.
OK. Message received. You have not been exposed to enough yarn yet. Will remedy.
Also: look at my lamp. It’s wearing my embroidery scissors:
“ananas” for scale
It’s my Anglepoise lamp. This last century marvel of engineering depends on countering the weight of the lamp with some springs at the base. This way you can pull the lamp at least 70 cm away from its base without it toppling over. Mine is a bit off and its springs slowly pull it back up to a standing position. Maybe the springs are new and too stiff for it? More probably: it’s designed for heavier bulbs than the modern ones I use.
Anyway, I had to add some weight to the cap so I took some magnets and now my embroidery scissors live there.
Very convenient this close to my knitting chair. Only I forget they’re there so there’s another pair or scissors in the desk.
And hey, I think Roald Dahl has the same lamp! Here’s a picture of him working in his shed:
Look how comfy he has made himself! A heater, a friendly chair, a make shift desk across his knees, a sleeping bag to keep his legs warm and his feet kept of the ground by whatever was handy yes this old suitcase will do and the dog/cat/grandchild can sit on it when visiting.
And he has a good working light. He doesn’t care for optics, he cares for what works.
Stroopwafels (Dutch sirupwaffles) are the official doping of the SockMadness.
Today I learned that the small ones are more evil than the regular ones:
When I started to take this photo there were enough mini stroopwaffles to cover every part of both socks.
But you know…. it took some time and some sugared fuel to come up with this idea. And then I had to stop before I ran out of waffles.
Mod Madness sock has an endless cuff… rows and rows of stranded knitting:
Throwing in purl stitches, never letting you get in any sort of rhythm. It’s so slow and tedious! This has taken me days:
I have ended the cuff. I can proceed to the chart.
YAY! all knit stitches from now on!
First row done. Annnnnd…. thwarted by auto-pilot:
There’s no need for these purl stitches. They should be knit.