Happy Monday everyone!
I hope those of you starting your week with the rest of us had a lovely weekend and those of you still on weekend time - well... I suppose that's ok and you should just keep on enjoying that. (I'm not bitter at all!)
Honestly this weekend wasn't bad at all as far as weekends go. It didn't start off so great - Youngling was being twelve from the moment she got home from school until we sent her to bed. Saturday fared much better than Friday night, though. We just queued up a bunch of tv episodes, staked out a place on the lounge room floor for each of us to break out a hobby, and had a family chill-out bonding day.
I spent most of my time loving on my Rockefeller Wrap. I am rapidly developing a love-hate relationship with this project. The design is stunning, it's art-deco and steampunk and gives me daydreams of clockwork and robots and spaceships all at once. The finished piece is so right up my alley that I knew I had to knit it as soon as I found the pattern.
However, this is an early Westie design which means that while it does that Westie thing of chugging along on a stitch/technique/colour until you want to stab yourself in the eye with one of your needles; I suspect it was before the time when Stephen trusted himself enough to just stop and move on to the next bit. (I've written about Stephen West's design approach on Postcards, a collaborative blog with my bestie. Check it out, I've been told it's pretty funny. Make sure your coffee isn't too hot before reading.)
Instead the chugging becomes a slog before I get to start the next delicious bit. On top of the increasing feeling of slog is the poking of my internal Nemi "it's just one more pattern repeat and then you'll be done! You aren't going to give up NOW, are you?" I managed to get as far as the i-cord bind-off before my groans of ennui began to drown out the writings of Joss Whedon.. I'll come back to it this week, Nemi pointed out all that's left is the wings on the short edges.
To give myself a break from the slog, and hopefully to shut Nemi up for a bit, I decided to put a couple of repeats on Laurie's cardi. Here's a photo. Yes those are my jammie pants - we were all wearing the uniform of the slouchy Saturday. It's coming along, a little slowly, but it's growing and given the number of cables that's totally ok...for now. (You hear that Cardi? You only get the benefit of the doubt for a limited time, then it's the same expectations as all the other WiPs. Get a move on, will ya?)
Sunday was spent at a music performance festival for local schools. Yes I realise I could have taken the Rockefeller and done the i-cord bind-off as my knitting while sitting. I actively chose not to, I was still in a bit of a bad attitude about the whole thing. Instead I decided to cast on something new! It's my first ever proper scrappy project. It's a blanket, but I'm still optimistic that I'll be able to count it towards my Stash Dash run this year. I heard that snort of disbelief. I have 15k of yarn to work up and it's hard to stop knitting on this thing, just look. It's going to turn into a knitting time hog, just watch.
Pretty pretty pretty. I did not expect it to turn out so pretty, I can't stop staring at it, which is kinda counter-intuitive when you think about it... It's the project to work on when I want to be able to look at OTHER THINGS while my hands are happily knitting away. This is why the hashtag #yarnporn exists, though. Guess I'll have to find a sock to take it's place.
P.S. What's with all the vloggers I follow deciding to start up a blog, too? Is blogging getting a second wind?
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It takes a lot of caffeine and yarn to make this happen! ;)
I hope those of you starting your week with the rest of us had a lovely weekend and those of you still on weekend time - well... I suppose that's ok and you should just keep on enjoying that. (I'm not bitter at all!)
Honestly this weekend wasn't bad at all as far as weekends go. It didn't start off so great - Youngling was being twelve from the moment she got home from school until we sent her to bed. Saturday fared much better than Friday night, though. We just queued up a bunch of tv episodes, staked out a place on the lounge room floor for each of us to break out a hobby, and had a family chill-out bonding day.
I spent most of my time loving on my Rockefeller Wrap. I am rapidly developing a love-hate relationship with this project. The design is stunning, it's art-deco and steampunk and gives me daydreams of clockwork and robots and spaceships all at once. The finished piece is so right up my alley that I knew I had to knit it as soon as I found the pattern.
However, this is an early Westie design which means that while it does that Westie thing of chugging along on a stitch/technique/colour until you want to stab yourself in the eye with one of your needles; I suspect it was before the time when Stephen trusted himself enough to just stop and move on to the next bit. (I've written about Stephen West's design approach on Postcards, a collaborative blog with my bestie. Check it out, I've been told it's pretty funny. Make sure your coffee isn't too hot before reading.)
Instead the chugging becomes a slog before I get to start the next delicious bit. On top of the increasing feeling of slog is the poking of my internal Nemi "it's just one more pattern repeat and then you'll be done! You aren't going to give up NOW, are you?" I managed to get as far as the i-cord bind-off before my groans of ennui began to drown out the writings of Joss Whedon.. I'll come back to it this week, Nemi pointed out all that's left is the wings on the short edges.
To give myself a break from the slog, and hopefully to shut Nemi up for a bit, I decided to put a couple of repeats on Laurie's cardi. Here's a photo. Yes those are my jammie pants - we were all wearing the uniform of the slouchy Saturday. It's coming along, a little slowly, but it's growing and given the number of cables that's totally ok...for now. (You hear that Cardi? You only get the benefit of the doubt for a limited time, then it's the same expectations as all the other WiPs. Get a move on, will ya?)
Sunday was spent at a music performance festival for local schools. Yes I realise I could have taken the Rockefeller and done the i-cord bind-off as my knitting while sitting. I actively chose not to, I was still in a bit of a bad attitude about the whole thing. Instead I decided to cast on something new! It's my first ever proper scrappy project. It's a blanket, but I'm still optimistic that I'll be able to count it towards my Stash Dash run this year. I heard that snort of disbelief. I have 15k of yarn to work up and it's hard to stop knitting on this thing, just look. It's going to turn into a knitting time hog, just watch.
Pretty pretty pretty. I did not expect it to turn out so pretty, I can't stop staring at it, which is kinda counter-intuitive when you think about it... It's the project to work on when I want to be able to look at OTHER THINGS while my hands are happily knitting away. This is why the hashtag #yarnporn exists, though. Guess I'll have to find a sock to take it's place.
P.S. What's with all the vloggers I follow deciding to start up a blog, too? Is blogging getting a second wind?
Enjoying the blog?
It takes a lot of caffeine and yarn to make this happen! ;)
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