...that I don't knit anymore because I never blog about it.
I say, au contraire! I knit darn near every day! But I'm still stuck in an endless cycle of "a few rows of this, a few rows of that." Sure, it makes me happy, and I don't mind how slow it all is, but it makes for lousy blog fodder.
However--something did spring off the needles this week:
Hypoteneuse, clearly needing ends woven in and a good blocking, but off the needles nonetheless.
Wouldn't you think that finally finishing something would inspire me to finish one of the gazillion other projects I have going? Why, no. I decided I needed to cast on this:
It's hard to see the detail, but it's very pretty. And I just happen to have some Lacey Lamb yarn, bought at Bella Lana, where they displayed the yarn next to the pattern. Gosh, what a revolutionary marketing plan.
Yeah, it was a good idea on my part. The pattern calls for one skein of the yarn, which was conveniently exactly as much as I bought. But it needs to be knit double-stranded. No problem. One end was right on the outside of the skein. The other was surely in the center.
Therein lies the problem. The other end was in there, all right. In a big tangled, snarled-up wad of laceweight yarn. I have the tangled pile down to about 1/3 of its original size after two evenings of careful detangling (and a glass of wine for jangled de-tangling nerves). I anticipate getting the rest accomplished in the next day or so, and then I will cast on. Because nothing will stop me now. From casting on, and then abandoning it for some other project.
Besides, I've also been awfully busy. I had a party. A knitting party.
I foolishly neglected to take pictures, because I was having way too much fun. However, the kind folks here and here took pictures. It was great fun, and all the people there are witnesses that I do indeed know how to knit! And make cranberry salsa (stay tuned for this week's Friday Food)!
I've also had to spend a great deal of time convincing this poor Kentucky woman that she really, really, really doesn't want to go for a walk when the wind chill is -30F.
Yes, I do feel terribly guilty. But she doesn't know any better. This is her first real winter. She'll learn. Gracie figured it out pretty quick.
Oh, and I have a huge work project, a copyediting/fact-checking on this:
Yup, that's a lot of work. For not a whole lot of money. But that's OK.
Because it's MY book. At the moment I'm quite sure it's the worst book ever written and am scared to start the editing process, but it must be done. And in case it's not the worst book ever written, feel free to drop by the nice folks at Amazon.