Sometimes when I have a bad day think about all the yarn I have in my stash and I start craving it. I think that as soon as I get home I will pick out the most delicious ones in the brightest and prettiest colors (all my yarn is delicious in lovely colors but it all depends on the mood) and I will take those skeins and lie down on the couch and just snuggle with my yarn. I never do though. When I get home I take out my knitting and I make a few rows and that takes the edge off. Or it reminds me that I really should finish something before I start something new. My idea of snuggling with the yarn on the couch is probably because when I have that thought I’m always far away from a knitting possibility, the further away I am, the bigger the need, so to speak. It’s like the most delicious knitting is always the next one and rarely the current one. That is probably yet another reason to have so many projects on the go at the same time.
Look, I have only 863 stitches left before I’ve reached my official goal of 75 000 stitches. This should mean that I will make it by tomorrow and still have twelve days left to reach a 100 000. This should work out, if it takes six days to make 25 000 stitches and I have twelve days left (after towmorrow), that should actually make 125 000 stitches but that’s so huge that I don’t dare think about it right now.
After a major knitting day, I’ve not done anything else except my homework, I’m finally up to speed. I’ve knit four rows on my Great Lace, which brinngs this week’s total up to a ten, and I’ve knit the twenty rows of clue #3 in my MKAL. This means I can get started to the knitting that comes after that knitting and I will have an easier week ahead since the MKAL is done. I’ve finished the back of this pink little beauty (isn’t the color just like raspberry sherbet?) and I’ve cast on the front. That’s what I will be knitting at home when I’m not knitting on the Great Lace and the sock-in-progress can continue to come with me outside the house. The afterthought heel that was left on the last pair of socks is done which also means another finished project. A good weekend, I must say, despite my sore biceps (actually, I kind of like it, it means I’ve worked them, even though they did make it a little harder to knit). Hopefully I can finish most of the pink front before clue #4 arrived too. Or maybe I just have a little too much confidence right now…
I am exhausted! Today I’ve been helping a friend move and I’ve carried and lugged and stowed for hours. Packing a furniture truck is a bit like that old computer game, Tetris, where blocks in different shapes where supposed to fit together. I’ve run stairs and I’ve carried heavy boxes and furniture up and down.
After lunch I met my aunt and we took a stroll around town to watch a light show that is on. They do a different one every two years. This one was good and had some spectacular things but not as good as some of the things from 2008 and 2010. It was a nice walk either way.
Now I’m tired and sore from the moving and my biceps are starting to hurt. That’s fine, I like having sore muscles from working out (yes, moving sure is a work out) but there is a small problem to having sore biceps: I’m having difficulties holding my knitting.
It feels like I haven’t knit anything lately. That isn’t a correct observation, I have indeed knit quite a lot, I’m two thirds done with my goal for NaKnitMo which means I have knit more than 50 000 sts since November 1st, 13 days (you can’t count today yet, I haven’t even started to look at today’s stitch count). That it not nothing, that is quite a lot. The thing is thought that I haven’t made progress, which is also not correct. I have made progress. For example, I’m one afterthought heel away from a finished pair of stripey socks (that’s one heel, not two, one is already done). I have also knit half of a sock in another self-striping yarn. That’s quite a lot. What I mean is that I have not made the right kind of progress. I haven’t knit what I want to knit, so to speak, mostly because some things are just not possible to bring out and about.
Both pairs of stripey socks have to 90 % been knit outside of home. At the restaurant last Friday when I got one done and half of the other. At theatre rehearsal when I got the second half of the second one done. At a lecture yesterday (a quite silly lecture I might add, everyone was lucky I had my knitting but I think the lecturer got pissed that I didn’t write down her advice on how to clean out a closet but really, I’m 30 and my mum is twice my age and we have both cleaned out closets before, it’s not rocket science and it wasn’t anything that we hadn’t heard or already thought of. The fact that we had a teenage giggle moment (if you happen to have met my mum you might suspect that she wasn’t actually giggling, she is not a giggly person, she is more of a healthy sceptisism type, but I can assure you, she was giggling) might also have been a problem to this lecturer but really, she should just have been happy I had my knitting, who knows what would have happen otherwise) I got another half of a new sock done. This is excellent progress and don’t get me wrong, I love these socks but they are my bring-with-me-knitting. Good progess on these means that I haven’t been home much which means that my at-home-knitting has been quite neglected, which is not a nice feeling. This means that so far this week I have only knit two rows out of then on my Great Lace. I haven’t finished the second clue on my MKAL and the third arrived today. And since I haven’t met these two deadlines I cannot knit on my other at-home-knttings. Those haven’t even been looked at and they are naging me.
Tonight though, tonight, after I’ve made some progress on my Polish homework, I have many glorious knitting hours and I will use them to sort out the knitting. I will finish the last heel of the first pair of stripey socks. I will knit a few rows on my Great Lace. I will knit even more rows on my MKAL and slowly but steadily tie up (or weave in as the case might be) all these loose ends that are flying around. It’s going to be such a relief.
In the comic book about Asterix and Cleopatra (qui a un joli nez) there is an architect who is promised to be covered in gold if he manage to build a certain pyramid (and he will be thrown to the tigers or the alligators or something if he fails). He succeeds and is completely covered in gold coins at the end of the story. I’m thinking it might be possible to do something like that but with yarn instead when there is a great need of yarn therapy. Cover me in merino. I seem to be much taller than the architect in the comic (judging by the height of Cleopatra herself (whose nose is indeed very nice)) and I’m not sure all my yarn would actually cover me if I stand up (even though I do have very much yarn (especially in green it seems, I might have to make a direct effort to get the greens down to a manageable level) if not as nice a nose as Cleopatra) but it would be fun to try sometime. One might have to make some sort of arrangement so the yarn actually stay around me, it’s not as heavy as gold and will inevitably try to escape. Flimsy things, those skeins. Also, it would later take such a long time to try to get the stash organized again.
This is actually something quite good for a baby shower or a birthday party or something, if the mother-to-be or the birthday kid is a knitter. Cover the knitter in his/her stash. Take off the ball band of a few skeins/balls and let the knitter guess what yarn it is (preferably some yarn that the knitter is well acquainted with…). Presents could be yarn and pattern for clothes for the baby (or the birthday knitter) but the knitter will have to do the knitting herself. Gift certificates for finishing a certain amount of projects where the knitter does the knitting and someone else does the sewing and weaving in ends (oh, I like that one). Such great ideas! Now, let’s see which knitters I know…
It seems it’s not only me who is fascinated by self-striping yarn. Last week I was pondering which knitting to bring when we were going out for drinks and I decided on my socks, they are plain socks but with a fun color pattern so it doesn’t feel tedious. I didn’t want to bring any of my other knittings since the Great Lace is obviously out of the question and my new MKAL has a lot of charts and beads and such which would be impossible at a bar. Hence, the socks it was. I explained this to a friend of mine who said that the socks were good as long as I remembered to change colors every twelve rows. I showed her the yarn ball and told her about the self-striping. She thought it was really cool. Then later at the restaurant I was explaining my knitting again and again people where amazed by the yarn. Self-striping socks rock(s)!