Friday, January 16, 2009

Ode To Bridget

A mini break is -
On the mountains high
Cigarettes, booze and a fuckwit or two
Mr. Darcy is divine

I finished the first tester for the Bridget Jones Ski Bunny Hat. The pattern is being typed up and tested with a thicker yarn. But, I'm pretty happy with the first version. I of course have a very very small head and the pattern was knit up for an average sized head. Hopefully it is a bit tighter on others.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Bridget Hat

The hat is nearly ready for the special ending. I know it looks strange now ... but it will be BrigetTastic soon!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

More on knits.

I'm working slowly through my current projects and I wonder, is it better to knit or to just buy a sweater that fits? What is it that I get out of knitting.

Last night I realized that the creation of something is what I love. I like to take the raw material and make something that is fantastic. Even if it doesn't fit (like a store bought sweater), even if one arm is longer than the other, even if the colors aren't exactly what I would normally wear ... creating something from nothing ....

Is frankly the cats meow!

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Knitting Blues.

I got a Knitting 911 call yesterday from Rebbecca. We often call one another with emergencies while in the middle of a project. A while back Rebbecca was cleaning out her stash and sold me some Rowan tweed. Later she wanted to make this cool vest type thing (out of one of the Rowan magazines) and wanted the yarn back. I of course had nothing planned for the yarn and returned it. She has been knitting up a storm on this cabled vest ... only to find that she is something like 2.5 skeins short. This is a discontinued yarn that isn't even on Ebay these days. Both of us have been having a hard time with patterns that aren't correct. Wrong yardage. Wrong gauge. Something that is just off enough that the end project doesn't come out the way you want it to. There has to be a better way. This is so frustrating and makes hand knitting seem like a waste of time.

If I sing - "I've got the knitting blues." will all my sorrow go away?