I actually wrote this post January 29th, but stopped so I could finish my Bex socks by the end of the month. And then I’m not sure what happened, other than that uploading pictures is easy, but digging up the links to put in a post is tedious. And then there was a little football game to throw a party for (WHO DAT!) and clean up after. The nice thing about knitting is that it very rarely goes stale.
This link is required reading. The rest of this post will make very little sense without it.
Go ahead, I’ll wait.
I’m glad to see I’m not the only one whose biggest hurdle is FAILURE TO READ. I’m tremendously pleased that so many people seem to think my post about the personal footprints sock is useful. Really, it was one big whinefest about problems I created for myself through the failure to read. Owell, Mom always did say I should be an example to others.
The idea of making my own personal sock club kits is intriguing, but I don’t think it would work for me. I have more than enough stash, and more than enough patterns favorited for future consideration, but my big problem is matching the two. I’m really, really picky, especially about how variegated yarns play with patterns. Once I’ve made that decision, getting them knitted up is easy.
That said, I’m on row 4 or so of the foot of my second Bex sock. The month, you may notice, ends in two days. I need to stop playing WoW and start knitting more. (ETA: I got them posted to the Ravelry forum with 20 minutes to spare!)
It was cold and wet the day I took those pictures, along with pictures of a ton of stash I’ve had lying around (most of it Araucania, with some KnitPicks Imagination thrown in). I belatedly checked WeatherBug and discovered it was 35F (1.6C) out. Brrr. I am a delicate Southern blossom, okay? Winter needs to pack up and head to Vancouver where it belongs.
With all of my Araucania entered in Ravelry, I decided I should finally put it away. It had been strewn across my stained glass table for so long that that was in danger of becoming its official home. So I rearranged, and managed to fit it all in one drawer of my yarn cabinets. This is the bottom layer, which is some of the first yarn I bought when I learned to knit, three years ago:
The picture-taking and spindle practice are both to get ready for the #Ravelympics. (Yes, yes, wrong platform. Deal.) I want to compete in the Flying Camel Spin event by spinning up till the last two days, then plying and washing/drying/skeining. Have no clue how much yarn I’ll be able to produce or what I’ll do with it, but it should be fun.
I know at least one other project for sure… my poor neglected Icarus shawl which hasn’t been worked on since October will be my WIPs-Dancing entry. I’m trying to pick other projects that will hit multiple events at once, just for the fun of it. Updating my stash will make it easier to pick a yarn that qualifies for the Stash Compulsory Dance.
*Neil Gaiman used to have an outdoor cat called Fred the Unlucky, on account of how often he showed up with injuries of various sorts. Roger had a run-in with a neighbor cat that left her with a puncture wound on her leg, but a $55 antibiotic shot later and she seems to be on the mend.