Knitting projects that never end….

Ain’t it funny how every knitting project becomes at one point or another becomes a never-ending project at least once in the larval phase of its life?

You know what I am talking about.

In the first flush of infatuation driven by the desire to create something from- well – yarn, you have cast on. Possibility colors the world a rosy gold under the illumination of which everything in the universe looks fantabulous. You get past the first awkward row and a little further up the foot, or arm or sweater back, and suddenly almost overnight, you have reached the knitting desert, where all of the mountains seem to be miles of knit stitches away.

The sun beats down on you from its zenith in the deep blue sky. The buzzards are circling, just waiting for you to cast off or frog that knitting project. You only wish you could frog it, but the sweat is dripping down your forehead stinging your eyes and rendering you blind to your stitches.

The sun starts to play tricks on you, showing you oases of merino lace-weight, cotton bulky and other yarns strewn under palm trees growing next to tall date palms just dropping their fruit. It is tempting to rest from this project, to slip into the pools of blue and green silk under the shady palms, but you know better.

That yarn is guarded by poisonous scorpions and vipers just waiting for you to stir the dirt near them before striking, injecting poison into your dehydrated knitting needles. You have been down that road.

The only solution is to carefully take a measured swig of cool water from your canteen with the Fair Isle canteen cozy on it, and knit on into the night, hoping to reach the mountains before morning…..

The aborted Poncho

Here is the aborted poncho that I referenced in the Lenten Sockrafice blog. Aborted because I get fed up with it after 7 repeats, when it should have had 10 repeats of the cable in front.

the color is bad in the photo. It is a sky blue, not the color that you see here.

Detail of the baby cardi shells

Here is the detail of the baby cardi shells, color is not this brownish color, but the magenta in the previous post.

Rowan’s new cardi

Here is Rowan’s new cardigan made from the Infants Kimono pattern in the Knitting Pattern a Day calendar. You will find the pattern on March 23rd.

I came, I saw, I plunged

into the whole writing thing, by sending a query to a publisher for my book idea. Hopefully they like the idea!

Soho publishing manifesto

Whereas Soho Publishing is seemingly unable to ship subscriptions prior to shipping shelf magazines,

And whereas this is very frustrating for all of us, seeing the magazine on the shelf when we have not received our copy that we prepaid for, and

Whereas they repeatedly have this problem and seem uninterested in addressing the real problem, and

Whereas the time between the mag hitting the shelves and our mailboxes can be up to three weeks, and

Whereas no mail class takes 3 weeks to arrive and Soho Publishing has no excuse,

I propose that we begin to purchase the mag off of the shelf, and then advise SOHO to credit us back on the end of our subscription each time that they blow it. This will call attention to their failure to address the needs of their bread and butter clients, and cost them money.

Totally Obscene

But not knitting related.

I come into work this morning and set my stuff down, connect the laptop, and check my voicemail. The ONLY message that I had was an obscene one from I don’t know who.

Let me just say that I am not eminently shockable, but this got me. I have played it for two other women, and they are just as shocked as I am.

Just to be clear, this was a woman, clearly talking to a woman, with the implication that she had seen me, was interested, and had certain things she was offering me.

But honestly, who leaves a obscene voice mail? I mean, hello! And doesn’t everyone know that you are supposed to leave a callback number???!!! (just kidding)

It is a little creepy though that the person referred to seeing me the other night, and that would be creepy, since that would fall under the stalking thing…