tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68808989651386353562024-02-07T14:32:23.719-08:00My Knitting is Calling...Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-28266819085040238942009-11-16T10:44:00.000-08:002009-11-16T11:05:19.468-08:00Two Weeks...I decided that I wanted to try to post at least once a week, but it seems that means I post every two weeks or so. In the time that has passed since my last post this<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3nBeyQLimc8bWUun1qnLcGUqAih4eyE5VCGCtZL6LHx7Dm55_ieNm1IdP0UDvAolqNj4tiAE_KaC7v4wprOlVjk7_t38fejyhr7nnEIWvjjLdh9n1fhxmDLWGjRkmqvCeeZHW-7t7qW75/s1600/DSCN0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3nBeyQLimc8bWUun1qnLcGUqAih4eyE5VCGCtZL6LHx7Dm55_ieNm1IdP0UDvAolqNj4tiAE_KaC7v4wprOlVjk7_t38fejyhr7nnEIWvjjLdh9n1fhxmDLWGjRkmqvCeeZHW-7t7qW75/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404777847306689602" border="0" /></a><br />has turned to this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5j0jLB5tp0O9Xq4QREJEc55TK6iRl-cm600N1DVtTco_m-7qR_8xK3BPUUkH-sdD76TlHzUsvX5-Fp3DdZiTTsc26QuIJGs09AoDyDoHKlfAuhQnfPMVsfo1krbHhg3gXkYQ7PsMes63b/s1600/DSCN0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5j0jLB5tp0O9Xq4QREJEc55TK6iRl-cm600N1DVtTco_m-7qR_8xK3BPUUkH-sdD76TlHzUsvX5-Fp3DdZiTTsc26QuIJGs09AoDyDoHKlfAuhQnfPMVsfo1krbHhg3gXkYQ7PsMes63b/s320/DSCN0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404777720808023058" border="0" /></a>And this...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfHjG68kPJnUF354CzhMnuBnsftjNHJ7LgXfDdpmm_r13b-LXzj_zzOz2i9Ct9fCX9bzOgJW1m0SJduiwowCZ6Qo0DnI7Oqd4H43URcPxYAsMZQhpyscme3rY5sRvs8p9FMVbw-13OpLN/s1600/DSCN0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfHjG68kPJnUF354CzhMnuBnsftjNHJ7LgXfDdpmm_r13b-LXzj_zzOz2i9Ct9fCX9bzOgJW1m0SJduiwowCZ6Qo0DnI7Oqd4H43URcPxYAsMZQhpyscme3rY5sRvs8p9FMVbw-13OpLN/s320/DSCN0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404777515069005410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />has turned to this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnRtHdnga_VVLNOsETrd_6lHpPuGbg8xXOgalUCg-niiWTOj9N2zRk0Ilr8WxxZsKah7YZptv6cF7abSgYss5WQF5qS3K1D9k4uOBuNOsyiPLUN-2Na2WeEoU4Bi7j6rYOS23liGbdOcj/s1600/DSCN0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnRtHdnga_VVLNOsETrd_6lHpPuGbg8xXOgalUCg-niiWTOj9N2zRk0Ilr8WxxZsKah7YZptv6cF7abSgYss5WQF5qS3K1D9k4uOBuNOsyiPLUN-2Na2WeEoU4Bi7j6rYOS23liGbdOcj/s320/DSCN0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404777393197019442" border="0" /></a><br />I took the most recent pictures last Saturday. To console myself about the terrible weather we had at the end of last week, on Saturday I made these.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4EHuFrsVPkK8xN0FZy9682jKj1IW8BPR2cyCVCtVOyFKW-3G8-dobHe5yCWrUvMfUqhbJ2berhcRf8To-mliLB1f9OF_cxHGPopv2vPfI0oQkGx05n69qkJsRuYKK8oKHkyUa5ufcLqJ/s1600/DSCN0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4EHuFrsVPkK8xN0FZy9682jKj1IW8BPR2cyCVCtVOyFKW-3G8-dobHe5yCWrUvMfUqhbJ2berhcRf8To-mliLB1f9OF_cxHGPopv2vPfI0oQkGx05n69qkJsRuYKK8oKHkyUa5ufcLqJ/s320/DSCN0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776826020694930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKTzUzQyHrgGcrRfoL0s8i5x-Ngs2AWhE6Si915K7hQGur9YUBlSuKURAvmkqsB99r2_RN9tbWnqmbVQYUH0ourmIpa-S3UnSAiZbBh8em7GaB0QKaC5WKxZ6B1tGNOWEpgfxptrIAP-c/s1600/DSCN0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKTzUzQyHrgGcrRfoL0s8i5x-Ngs2AWhE6Si915K7hQGur9YUBlSuKURAvmkqsB99r2_RN9tbWnqmbVQYUH0ourmIpa-S3UnSAiZbBh8em7GaB0QKaC5WKxZ6B1tGNOWEpgfxptrIAP-c/s320/DSCN0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776687860456306" border="0" /></a><br />A very delicious way to cheer myself up. AND it was the first time I've made chocolate chip cookies all by myself!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DVtiVDNDHzLhVzclYEaoahgylch8yC5ArDO0o155sFIpvo7aEwgatKhQVFYjfZepYh99ZCDJ8-ivlsRvTYyPALMXnhvVQNS4RsmKSpIf0UYsQ1GEzfG2M-xtBjTQx0MRdgCNmBDh0pw6/s1600/DSCN0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DVtiVDNDHzLhVzclYEaoahgylch8yC5ArDO0o155sFIpvo7aEwgatKhQVFYjfZepYh99ZCDJ8-ivlsRvTYyPALMXnhvVQNS4RsmKSpIf0UYsQ1GEzfG2M-xtBjTQx0MRdgCNmBDh0pw6/s320/DSCN0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776524510455394" border="0" /></a><br />I have been enjoying them (they aren't quite gone). But I think my husband might be enjoying them more.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdVbo2bmVps02wobrRvBAYfRE7pNsjCqUSQEjfUbVmNPkgV1yeVV7q0VIBuEsRR45OUuW6gliXI4uwUCJYVSal4ij6VMvqXwbJeswUNuPQnamA7AwUagiRI-pF1MZZYvhcgazs4y83A4t/s1600/DSCN0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdVbo2bmVps02wobrRvBAYfRE7pNsjCqUSQEjfUbVmNPkgV1yeVV7q0VIBuEsRR45OUuW6gliXI4uwUCJYVSal4ij6VMvqXwbJeswUNuPQnamA7AwUagiRI-pF1MZZYvhcgazs4y83A4t/s320/DSCN0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404775342778078658" border="0" /></a><br />And of course, I've been knitting, albeit slowly. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOabq5CvBi3IQlcrt45LAAGwcwtw9WNdTu_RS2jpEMvxrKJLJXuoLTcJksMjQzWXD8bTWoRS76dIETNrTt-nPjDXInxlghxfPN1w56H0RKMAcDH3besckysxEPI2a-klx7hj0CmY8cIl-/s1600/DSCN0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOabq5CvBi3IQlcrt45LAAGwcwtw9WNdTu_RS2jpEMvxrKJLJXuoLTcJksMjQzWXD8bTWoRS76dIETNrTt-nPjDXInxlghxfPN1w56H0RKMAcDH3besckysxEPI2a-klx7hj0CmY8cIl-/s320/DSCN0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404775161678562994" border="0" /></a><br />I'm done six full repeats of the center pattern. I'm hoping to get at least nine out of my ball of yarn. But I should hurry up! I bought $50 worth of yarn online the other day... :)Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-73385307334275552862009-11-02T14:08:00.000-08:002009-11-02T14:38:17.037-08:00A place for everything...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidirB7Q4wAZdyshmV7febWVwfU_l1ysRdcHEBV0JSp7hrCIqx1BvLSve4y9B9e6Nn5xZejD6WMrBOa_x5VwomlOS15vgUtwtzU94jFuEfA2aCjqBbNVGPFDwufNWNU6ZImIJbL91zOVaAc/s1600-h/DSCN0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidirB7Q4wAZdyshmV7febWVwfU_l1ysRdcHEBV0JSp7hrCIqx1BvLSve4y9B9e6Nn5xZejD6WMrBOa_x5VwomlOS15vgUtwtzU94jFuEfA2aCjqBbNVGPFDwufNWNU6ZImIJbL91zOVaAc/s320/DSCN0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399635096798951938" border="0" /></a><br />...and nothing in it's place. This is my crafting area in our apartment. Or at least it will be. I have a lovely nook for knitting...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMO2kD5eGvUE1rAN_uZWulA5H0fc-NuABGr66zljaWdPYi5WFco4Cpx0oyJAgtANjxSpZ0j14PhR-SGLLk22kHTr1IfkZIJkKhyUX9ChCpljTb_B25LGZsQqQduQgQZGksfKDWj4-O995/s1600-h/DSCN0002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMO2kD5eGvUE1rAN_uZWulA5H0fc-NuABGr66zljaWdPYi5WFco4Cpx0oyJAgtANjxSpZ0j14PhR-SGLLk22kHTr1IfkZIJkKhyUX9ChCpljTb_B25LGZsQqQduQgQZGksfKDWj4-O995/s320/DSCN0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399637206176922994" border="0" /></a><br />...a desk for painting and sewing...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggT8n-K8UyH8aqEJu5_Xa7TmyhV1J1_l89UFodrYuAxTojCo-nrq1VixMKEBzOO7SRVmE6Wa0_7IGPPofrhcLMESelf4Oee0hlDMEz5uft_AG3ZF8wgQ_tMoCW6ha9LaL51cHQbO-E-d_p/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggT8n-K8UyH8aqEJu5_Xa7TmyhV1J1_l89UFodrYuAxTojCo-nrq1VixMKEBzOO7SRVmE6Wa0_7IGPPofrhcLMESelf4Oee0hlDMEz5uft_AG3ZF8wgQ_tMoCW6ha9LaL51cHQbO-E-d_p/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399636757739717746" border="0" /></a><br />...and bookshelves to hold my crafting books, along with a few other things. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0EsFighZdZTxmgYJni-M_lvFBn6u6yUak0a7dBwzegspTZhaKiuVR-e3i-55JA1MFsaH1da8krHCITWijVQBCpOjoUN82IeE1nDYDS2bX_iGQALz6nlpTbocsEIyBNB8Iv2YAptci7wP/s1600-h/DSCN0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0EsFighZdZTxmgYJni-M_lvFBn6u6yUak0a7dBwzegspTZhaKiuVR-e3i-55JA1MFsaH1da8krHCITWijVQBCpOjoUN82IeE1nDYDS2bX_iGQALz6nlpTbocsEIyBNB8Iv2YAptci7wP/s320/DSCN0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399636509498222834" border="0" /></a><br />The only problem is that it is all still a mess. I've been knitting more than I've been organizing. It is just a little sad, I did move in back in June. But look at the knitting!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37YF-1DHpbmZXBiyP0QIvabOc_8uaJ1v5BSoGHnYWBNpKwd5kncWbzswJRjAsz7WvXEWAzXOdpc1ySzm5nlEgascMkJQs6zuXVBNYi7hsXamjmswzUG5qD_Khm5Be_rrEQ7lj1fK-In02/s1600-h/DSCN0009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37YF-1DHpbmZXBiyP0QIvabOc_8uaJ1v5BSoGHnYWBNpKwd5kncWbzswJRjAsz7WvXEWAzXOdpc1ySzm5nlEgascMkJQs6zuXVBNYi7hsXamjmswzUG5qD_Khm5Be_rrEQ7lj1fK-In02/s320/DSCN0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399634138628706098" border="0" /></a><br />Cashmere is so lovely to knit with. (<a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/lily-of-the-valley-scarf">Lily of the Valley Scarf</a>, by Nancy Bush, in Jojoland 2 ply cashmere) Such cozy stuff to be working with as it's getting colder. What could be nicer than knitting and cuddling a cat?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdZXG1NLwyifKtcsZbfwxGUullub_pJhNnkFr5EbVM_FHv0r31SyM9R7WkK6GrKJ-swMtRPJ84ukiNEPh_vKDVHLI1Y3tTYyGY1QH1zZ7Yqi_-NuRSQiZQCn_3pE4kNBaIERTc-dVL5_R/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdZXG1NLwyifKtcsZbfwxGUullub_pJhNnkFr5EbVM_FHv0r31SyM9R7WkK6GrKJ-swMtRPJ84ukiNEPh_vKDVHLI1Y3tTYyGY1QH1zZ7Yqi_-NuRSQiZQCn_3pE4kNBaIERTc-dVL5_R/s320/DSCN0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399634564234095378" border="0" /></a><br />Can you blame me for not wanting to organize?Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-23464688130194854972009-10-18T13:34:00.001-07:002009-10-18T13:46:36.409-07:00Photo UpdateI've been working, I've been knitting, but not a whole lot. James and I have both been sick a lot lately. Now that the weather has cooled off I'll be more inclined to knit. These are some of the things I've been working on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArkgR59uLEsSNW2aeTtLnLGXTYIzqvAhT0hEsF6kihObvLlWYupWtzAzQuaBQtp8kN5DK3i75qPwvULqVjcOqFbIb7WeaOPQ0pOIIaUQPTPBxaC5PL3lJPm0uh-cMQBfGtXKKY4vuQOQJ/s1600-h/DSCN0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArkgR59uLEsSNW2aeTtLnLGXTYIzqvAhT0hEsF6kihObvLlWYupWtzAzQuaBQtp8kN5DK3i75qPwvULqVjcOqFbIb7WeaOPQ0pOIIaUQPTPBxaC5PL3lJPm0uh-cMQBfGtXKKY4vuQOQJ/s320/DSCN0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394041859898352002" border="0" /></a><br />JoJoLand Cashmere 2 ply for my Lily of the Valley Scarf (From Knitted Lace of Estonia by Nancy Bush)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSYoNpUcXI47qDzX1uwWSxwtAx1c0MOXDz0LqKq_zXUjCpoGGx_jRPmoktYAtInPSo1kVu4RsDmlI5PwbnKgeT1mDvc82K7uS6e0iaIUaaRxqjZDZXbanjLcgq-c6k5pg-Z5hA_8xkMJ6/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSYoNpUcXI47qDzX1uwWSxwtAx1c0MOXDz0LqKq_zXUjCpoGGx_jRPmoktYAtInPSo1kVu4RsDmlI5PwbnKgeT1mDvc82K7uS6e0iaIUaaRxqjZDZXbanjLcgq-c6k5pg-Z5hA_8xkMJ6/s200/DSCN0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394041659600935506" border="0" /></a><br />Finished Gretel, by Ysolda Teague, in white Malabrigo worsted.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYM1wRs2nkA6i8AxBbcfA62MDoflg3MoSDASyL4PzUQvZ41OxmJA476LEbt58K9rvdw-C62B9rrL2b6vE2y97H6dxkcX-FKLyf4R9_O1NKJVTP_FUawW4gIXr3bBiLZNinSRx8j6dDUSRM/s1600-h/DSCN0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYM1wRs2nkA6i8AxBbcfA62MDoflg3MoSDASyL4PzUQvZ41OxmJA476LEbt58K9rvdw-C62B9rrL2b6vE2y97H6dxkcX-FKLyf4R9_O1NKJVTP_FUawW4gIXr3bBiLZNinSRx8j6dDUSRM/s320/DSCN0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394041421287481186" border="0" /></a><br />Finished Spring Things Shawl, by Susan Lawrence, in teal JaggerSpun Zephyr.<br /><br />Only problem now is that I am losing some knitting mojo. Instructions are frustrating. I've been working on one project (not pictured) that is taking forever, and I don't much like. Hopefully the cashmere scarf will give me a little more enthusiasm. :)Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-8832917023058290912009-06-12T11:30:00.001-07:002009-06-12T12:17:49.769-07:00Wedding KnittingNow that the wedding, and thus the wedding knitting, is all done, I have the leisure to write about it. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3_7XaPdSnCcmS3jGpFXXBn2TmnTEZ9eddqGIEPtTTdGjrqz2RkSKzkkGUuozzrB75gtAHcbOElCxJijH7vwqFfxoibmSqusFnBgolQQdMLFtZFEj89k7EOHc7rhbrupc6-UxnmR8vymA/s1600-h/IMG_0158.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3_7XaPdSnCcmS3jGpFXXBn2TmnTEZ9eddqGIEPtTTdGjrqz2RkSKzkkGUuozzrB75gtAHcbOElCxJijH7vwqFfxoibmSqusFnBgolQQdMLFtZFEj89k7EOHc7rhbrupc6-UxnmR8vymA/s320/IMG_0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346518316258078002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />In the end, I finished all the knitting I set out to do. I knit 18-20 yards of lace to trim my dress, and I knit my veil.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicfAYdALKcaJqIO4Gy_UWW0Uf2KTIrRIOm27JhM40zU6hqHjbn0fDEJBiEPQpruQik7FyPZFKwJR4eWZ9Hj-jvu99xvWepf5_RnL6czfDZJ1pqKpu_DAvPugRjlUvgQ-a2dk1m2COy5KND/s1600-h/DSCN0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicfAYdALKcaJqIO4Gy_UWW0Uf2KTIrRIOm27JhM40zU6hqHjbn0fDEJBiEPQpruQik7FyPZFKwJR4eWZ9Hj-jvu99xvWepf5_RnL6czfDZJ1pqKpu_DAvPugRjlUvgQ-a2dk1m2COy5KND/s320/DSCN0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346510551026824882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The knitting was some of the most challenging I have ever done in my life. I knitted with teeny tiny needles (000's for the trim lace, 2's for the veil) and teeny tiny yarn (Halcyon Yarn Gemstone Silk 2/30).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3tcC3ua-PJhTlDa3-Cmlrx-GoFTu3Mgebr9kMfcMZNPIXBA73C-l2oT0gkO0_vW6uQjlT-XeP1iaP9-KDtwIzaA9zSJmS98oxxjw5GxZbqwrOajK1IsA9VK1QHYRaE1fqgyss1bPZJvx/s1600-h/DSCN0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3tcC3ua-PJhTlDa3-Cmlrx-GoFTu3Mgebr9kMfcMZNPIXBA73C-l2oT0gkO0_vW6uQjlT-XeP1iaP9-KDtwIzaA9zSJmS98oxxjw5GxZbqwrOajK1IsA9VK1QHYRaE1fqgyss1bPZJvx/s320/DSCN0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346511240169904322" border="0" /></a><br />For the most part, I figured out the design myself. I improvised the pattern for the edging on the overdress, and the insertion on the skirt of the dress.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBADURqS0_cLTi8yFcT6T1Sq1DgjN_OYBw6F7a83kRhFSIQRe6nT-lsmtUrmAoF7Ud-FK7613WptaGyH1wmMmpA8uEPTBaBIJRJBgqgc6mXWAaO1hWWT3Et4FNDXhn9It4Rf7QuDnpI0Wq/s1600-h/DSCN0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBADURqS0_cLTi8yFcT6T1Sq1DgjN_OYBw6F7a83kRhFSIQRe6nT-lsmtUrmAoF7Ud-FK7613WptaGyH1wmMmpA8uEPTBaBIJRJBgqgc6mXWAaO1hWWT3Et4FNDXhn9It4Rf7QuDnpI0Wq/s320/DSCN0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346514344267029202" border="0" /></a>The veil had EZ's Pi Shawl shaping, and I used the Cypress Edging from Victorian Lace Today (by Jane Sowerby),<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoEeAoEaNVe9hiAwVWPQ2oWZIFhHb11_DMY9TGiOIAJEmoltGmKf2zAG5QCbPyXM3RQ7V4CLnn35R9q0clE3T8bCAn6n7VpyAqI0SVxtSt9j-0azQHOW1vTpyxlgu8-732biU1lAkH3HRZ/s1600-h/DSCN0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoEeAoEaNVe9hiAwVWPQ2oWZIFhHb11_DMY9TGiOIAJEmoltGmKf2zAG5QCbPyXM3RQ7V4CLnn35R9q0clE3T8bCAn6n7VpyAqI0SVxtSt9j-0azQHOW1vTpyxlgu8-732biU1lAkH3HRZ/s320/DSCN0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346515947536491378" border="0" /></a>but I adapted the stitch pattern on the largest section and worked out my own transitions between stitch patterns.<br /><br /><br />I liked the process. So much knitting gave me something to do during out 2+ year long engagement. In a lot of ways, the knitting reflected our relationship and our engagement.<br /><br /><br />Sometimes it seemed like the knitting and the engagement would never be over. Sometimes I would be frustrated and angry to be doing work that I thought I had taken care of, like the month or so I spent swatching when I had already knitted ¼ of the veil, or the conversations about how we are both still learning to talk to each other.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_iqOcyWzcVGOdRHjImZsWC7bctSQweXbVJbghFnmHYL7VDl9n8ppcTKORnsw1ExYoex16ynsprtusUJLbMOCDu2K7G7DdMOVk46rCMVIDhMtQZvPTH8NyCpuUjkCcxd3JsC_dgnh5uMQ/s1600-h/DSCN0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_iqOcyWzcVGOdRHjImZsWC7bctSQweXbVJbghFnmHYL7VDl9n8ppcTKORnsw1ExYoex16ynsprtusUJLbMOCDu2K7G7DdMOVk46rCMVIDhMtQZvPTH8NyCpuUjkCcxd3JsC_dgnh5uMQ/s320/DSCN0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346519187377636498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Finishing the knitting also left me in a similar place to the wedding being over. I finished the veil last, and blocked the Tuesday before the wedding. Once I was done knitting it, I didn’t know what to do with myself, I thought I should still be knitting, but I didn’t know what to knit. I had been so focused on finishing on time that I hadn’t made any plans for my next project.<br /><br /><br />Now I feel a little like that in general. I’ve been so focused on finishing school (getting my BA) and planning the wedding that I hadn’t thought much about what to do next.<br /><br /><br />However, there is reason to hope, I’ve found other things to knit, so I imagine once I decompress I’ll be able to find plenty of things to do.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8p99WX7vSPMYr0qq5uwXOAPifxx403sZ4AgWXmORDjatYV1yiICNusHQW1ykNxVRYydYnpsVqByibySHSC90JnrHRBoKGqQFSusylWuiI3cQDqVL22-NW92XXy2qNOw0a4hhJHMlUNbhg/s1600-h/IMG_1278.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8p99WX7vSPMYr0qq5uwXOAPifxx403sZ4AgWXmORDjatYV1yiICNusHQW1ykNxVRYydYnpsVqByibySHSC90JnrHRBoKGqQFSusylWuiI3cQDqVL22-NW92XXy2qNOw0a4hhJHMlUNbhg/s200/IMG_1278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346521697899346418" border="0" /></a>Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-83783340060235669342009-02-18T13:21:00.000-08:002009-02-18T13:30:06.691-08:00SomedaySomeday soon I will not have homework.<br />Someday soon I will come home at the end of the day and not have seventy pages to read.<br />Someday soon I will have time to knit something other than three more yards of the same old thing. <br />Someday soon I will have the time and freedom to write a little.<br />Clearly, I have not had the time for nearly a year. <br />Someday soon I will.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-29294002376857486632008-03-03T19:39:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:54:11.922-08:00Uncharted WatersFor the first time in my knitting career, I felt an (almost) overwhelming desire to knit socks. I’ve never really gotten socks. My mother trained me up to look with deep suspicion on anything that can’t be machine washed and dried. I’ve done a good job of getting over that for sweaters, especially since they don’t need to be washed all that often, but socks? They need to be washed every time you use them. And they wear out. I’m ridicuously sentimental about just about everything I own including clothes. Two of my favorite shirts recently had a run with some bleach that they came out the worse for, but I can’t bear to throw them away yet. And I didn’t knit them with my own two little hands. All I did was buy them.<br />But a little while ago I saw <a href="http://www.urbanhonking.com/we%27/archives/2008/01/mossy_socks.html">these</a>. And for some reason, which may not be at all rational, I was filled with the desire to knit socks.<br />So I'm making a start with this. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1T2_LZLzIRp80kKbW6-ghY_DEj5udHeA1tX4swyCXxXgzXNufBHnm8NE4PMJ4YRRaKfL65Q-O3Vp-RpZXwn_qmH9oLwKqF3lcFssFq1Lv8EgqVwBHuOivss0sBNpJLH0upEFKVrJ2OrV3/s1600-h/PandaSilk.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1T2_LZLzIRp80kKbW6-ghY_DEj5udHeA1tX4swyCXxXgzXNufBHnm8NE4PMJ4YRRaKfL65Q-O3Vp-RpZXwn_qmH9oLwKqF3lcFssFq1Lv8EgqVwBHuOivss0sBNpJLH0upEFKVrJ2OrV3/s320/PandaSilk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173726419309452962" border="0" /></a>We'll see how this goes.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-71604313213555789232008-03-02T14:03:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:54:12.520-08:00Separation AnxietyI finished the Clover Fields scarf quite some time ago. I was making it for someone to give to his wife, and I was surprised by the pangs of anxiety I felt as the time came to give it to him so he could give it to her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqdSfeSTGh78SAHbUj5WlBg9Z4-gPBcd2I7yjruqZFyxrS5GsPms8bScJKlDFaul8IOaeysuI_VtXodqL7XcH-aQQWAI6svBabnt4ndNVQvL7hIB04G663o5NS0yT87UFbInVmdHBlTmh/s1600-h/Scarf2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqdSfeSTGh78SAHbUj5WlBg9Z4-gPBcd2I7yjruqZFyxrS5GsPms8bScJKlDFaul8IOaeysuI_VtXodqL7XcH-aQQWAI6svBabnt4ndNVQvL7hIB04G663o5NS0yT87UFbInVmdHBlTmh/s320/Scarf2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173270023633444962" border="0" /></a><br />It’s funny because I don’t particularly want it for myself. I think it’s nice, but I wouldn’t have decided to make it for myself. Even so, I was very anxious to see my little scarf going out into the world with strangers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9EiTYPz-5ctE0cGPfdZg95_IAJbiZQ6Z3JGTuP09dXBke8JREODadLkGr3LoxH99INWFfmfHaP0ezc-6BGVJwo9CHYsq4QsdZ6r_O0M9JccD1jKDacIcGkTjV2vwfVC-tiCG4o6XhqCv6/s1600-h/ScarfCloseup.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9EiTYPz-5ctE0cGPfdZg95_IAJbiZQ6Z3JGTuP09dXBke8JREODadLkGr3LoxH99INWFfmfHaP0ezc-6BGVJwo9CHYsq4QsdZ6r_O0M9JccD1jKDacIcGkTjV2vwfVC-tiCG4o6XhqCv6/s320/ScarfCloseup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173270461720109170" border="0" /></a><br />I guess it’s just that I spent so much time with the thing. I carried it around and knit it out of teeny yarn on tiny needles, and I even cobbled the pattern together myself from one of the shawl patterns in Victorian Lace Today.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjD_JWfNyi1JMVp9uJjgr7Fur1oJQzSkD48yGq1U16qThjD6NE1V6oWzChuxgIv1c7G_BUYO2bCOspwyB97cASKgoZCpNyZ_HV9THwiZOMzKNmF-7rw4VsX4iy4-0-v_6oB0EXuQVZAcwN/s1600-h/Scarf1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjD_JWfNyi1JMVp9uJjgr7Fur1oJQzSkD48yGq1U16qThjD6NE1V6oWzChuxgIv1c7G_BUYO2bCOspwyB97cASKgoZCpNyZ_HV9THwiZOMzKNmF-7rw4VsX4iy4-0-v_6oB0EXuQVZAcwN/s320/Scarf1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173271002885988482" border="0" /></a><br />I hope she loves it and takes good care of it.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-83276368599484050352008-02-07T08:33:00.000-08:002008-02-07T08:36:38.367-08:00Taking the Edge OffI have lot of homework. All the time. It is almost exclusively reading. And reading things like Kant's Critique of Pure Reason. <br />So imagine my joy and surprise when I realized not too long ago that I can read these thick, soul-crushingly convoluted things, and knit the Second Green Sweater at the same time. And I'm even reading more carefully than I would have otherwise, because I'm not impatient to be done and get back to my knitting. <br />It's a wonderful world.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-60293520406225138122008-01-20T13:02:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:54:12.562-08:00Stubborn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7yzcmgpGaSXk8EV29B0eEU1vRLlNrd35Uzea4pyIKQ98k-YAJOuPZJe1Ot9ciDuPSHwq8M2qnCC1a5K8ktAbYPEas8pE8mQxGGTdevQhy8vKzIKuCO8R2ePiZG7B-z9pzr9HDYC3nyTD/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7yzcmgpGaSXk8EV29B0eEU1vRLlNrd35Uzea4pyIKQ98k-YAJOuPZJe1Ot9ciDuPSHwq8M2qnCC1a5K8ktAbYPEas8pE8mQxGGTdevQhy8vKzIKuCO8R2ePiZG7B-z9pzr9HDYC3nyTD/s200/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157675376879889986" border="0" /></a><br />I had an... interesting night last night. It was something like a battle of wills between me and the Lily-of-the Valley Smoke ring.<br />I thought it was time to be finished. I'm dead sick of skinny yarn and little needles. I've been itching to get at my size 9's and some Ultra Alpaca. The smoke ring almost thwarted me. But I kicked its butt.<br />I got to the end of the last lace pattern repeat and realized I had enough yarn for maybe six more rounds. I had twelve to go. I really have noone but myself to blame for this. I tend to knit with a very loose tension anyway, and with all the bobbles in the lace pattern I was knitting even looser (I don't think that's really a word) than usual. And the pattern does warn that if your tension is remarkably different from the gauge given, you might need more yarn. Unfortunately it didn't occur to me to check my gauge. It's lace, I never check gauge with lace.<br />I pretended that maybe (just maybe) I would be able to eke out the last twelve rounds if I knit tighter than I had been (even though it requires adding half again the number of stitches). So I knit four rounds into the edging before I gave up.<br />I am too much of a wuss to just pull out the needles and frog away, so I spent about four hours tinking back through the four rounds of edging and the last pattern repeat. I could have smacked myself for not putting a lifeline in before the last pattern repeat the way I had been planning to, because even that far back, I saw this coming. I did however find that I could tink back four rounds at a time. All you do is pick up the stitch a few rows back instead of just on the previous row. Though this does mean that you are working with up to four strands of yarn that are getting progressively longer, but that you can't wind into a ball because they are still attached to the knitting. I came dangerously close to just having a huge pile of yarn vomit, but it worked out in the end.<br />I had lost hope that I would finish last night. I had been planning to go to sleep at a reasonable hour because I have been so sleep deprived, and it was near 11:00. But I thought, "Why don't I just get started on the edging? I can finish tomorrow if I have to." So I popped in another movie (my fourth of the day) and got to it.<br />I was done casting off around 1:30AM. I was so pissed with the freakin' thing that I couldn't stand the thought of not being able to start the Second Green Sweater right away that I just kept going.<br />The really depressing thing is, I don't particularly like the finished object. I like the yarn, the lace pattern, it looks pretty on the dummy head on the pattern, but I'm just not feeling the love for this thing right now. Maybe it will look better if I re-do the bind off so it isn't quite so loose and I block it.<br />But I was so grouchy about the freakin' thing that I cast on a gauge swatch for my sweater. And stayed up 'till 2:30.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-46865064146491148672008-01-13T08:48:00.000-08:002008-01-13T12:02:43.355-08:00Must. Be. Strong.I am going to knit the Sienna Cardigan designed by Ann E. Smith. But I am not allowed until I finish my other projects. My Clover Field scarf just needs to be grafted together and blocked. But it's still done even if it isn't blocked right? I have just under two pattern repeats and the edging of the Lily of the Valley Smoke Ring left to knit. I need to finish. I have five hanks of Ultra Alpaca sitting next to my desk. I want to use my spiffy new swift and ballwinder and start right now!<br />But I can't. Or I'll never finish my other two projects and they will hand over my head until they are done.<br />Must. Be. Strong.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-88654208276381371052007-12-08T11:54:00.000-08:002007-12-08T12:06:36.465-08:00RelaxingI can finally start to relax. All the papers that I need to turn in have been turned in. I just washed all of my dishes. I still kinda need to clean my room. <br />My problem now is that I'm not very excited about anything I'm knitting. In all three of my projects I'm at the point where I'm just repeating the same thing over and over again until whatever it is gets long enough. I absolutely refuse to start another project until I have finished at least two of these. Unless I need to start my brother's Christmas present. <br />I just hate feeling like I'm not getting anywhere with any of these, and the fact that there are three of them just makes it less likely that I'll move very quickly along with any of them. I like finishing things, but it's hard to get myself to sit down for any prolonged period of time to knit when the prospect of what I am knitting is so boring. Luckily my hatred of unfinished objects, my minimal stash, and financial situation (i.e. poor and cheap) all combine to keep me from casting on anything else else.<br />We'll have to see what happens when I am completely out of school for the semester.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-69108054182007163592007-12-05T08:47:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:54:12.753-08:00Snow!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9Y3ZQqCsSMWKj1roIlRuf4tbVMBMXYSSNAfMEhZcmjq07rqiIBo1s246D4IMaw6_P_H_doJYOZwACCTF8Geygd8Kz0erB-jty8gDnxEgNhlCh-hNaJbmNv-q407XKAc11uaEUd_7F4aw/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9Y3ZQqCsSMWKj1roIlRuf4tbVMBMXYSSNAfMEhZcmjq07rqiIBo1s246D4IMaw6_P_H_doJYOZwACCTF8Geygd8Kz0erB-jty8gDnxEgNhlCh-hNaJbmNv-q407XKAc11uaEUd_7F4aw/s200/Image049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140533422501601250" border="0" /></a><br />The first snow of the season is falling! And it's sticking much better than the newsmen predicted.<br />I haven't had much knitting time, I have a math paper to write, but the end is near! In less than two weeks I'll be at home and knitting my fingers off.<br />But for now, my math paper is calling...Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-55999474318668514192007-12-01T10:23:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:54:13.076-08:00FAIL!I think I've failed so far in my blogging experience. I have been so wrapped up in schoolwork (and the minor mental breakdowns that come along with it this time of year) that I have completely neglected my blog.<br />I finished the Syrian Shoulder Shawl, and my tea cozy. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKfs36SCyf5IMNvTa6CMw5ta9QfbHys4tj4jj9trr_0JJHgQ0nod79GDwNkrr74Vw41xgSbsSvOxG_hqiRo8ndFuE4tjFQP4yFUrmgoHeehPmLbRyLaKUJhix11M6lcrj7H6K4_jIQW1G/s1600-r/Image047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKiYSOnw9Av6n7VOSYt4yF9bDz2XWS2JU3Q2lHE8L-sp0e1zDcsmmS04ImMC6IDP7uUfcgrOqqPeDtGewpifHe5-nNny5YRPoI4_VAWJBuN_3YSiY_kh2CAFJtPEZuwRP8q8b2cZJ2bgv/s320/Image047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139120061995446722" border="0" /></a>I'm stretching myself too far with a lace scarf, a smoke ring, and a cabled scarf for my grandmother. I can't remember every having so many projects going at once. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehUoI2zmdEkuNIffsPsdFKW1JS8RYsBmlt9WG7o9kVPs_75gT17TxriRxIy1kTS2_5JnCwCYHzU-4PVnwCNPO7okL6v6_Ozd2ZOtF8eCkC12gFgBWLYMR8yB9xn5hYNT3TeHJvotUBMaz/s1600-r/Image037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIL_C_bRFSLJf1jTDfJrCvqJunZ1ZPWnoI8Qi3Ix2GmMuE_gNwTB1XP9QHH0DejTeAjwIuYLyjH7bYIfNvb51SDOxvKq-IWdWvktcz5wIl_3haQLmBouiUxg-o1-eT68aew4BzogyX4gCC/s320/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139119550894338482" border="0" /></a>I think it kind of reflects my current inward state. I'm all over the place. Hopefully I'll get back here more often.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-49807698033681482472007-09-30T17:34:00.000-07:002007-09-30T17:48:48.610-07:00Never enough timeI'm very frustrated now that I'm back at school. Over the summer, even with my internship, I was putting in a solid two hours of knitting a day. Now, I'm lucky if I sit down for a half hour. The only times I get much done at all is when I go to our Stitch 'n' Bitch on Wednesdays. <br />I'm sometimes overcome with the desire to blow off all my homework and my classes and just knit for a few days straight, but I'm really too much of a goody two shoes for that. <br />In the past week gotten the edging around the second corner on the Syrian Shoulder Shawl. I'm looking forward to finishing this, I want to start a new lace project, but I'm not allowed until I finish this one. I have to be very bossy with myself when it comes to starting new projects. If I just started projects as the ideas came to me, I'd be bankrupt and frustrated because I'd never finish a thing. But I'm just about to round the third corner, so the end is in sight. <br />Soon my dear friend Kristina will be taking pictures of my knitting. I am very pleased about this because I need pictures for my projects on Ravelry (which by the way is so insanely cool I just can't stand it), and not only does Kristina have a real camera, she's also a really bitchin' amateur photographer!Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880898965138635356.post-53025377583128621802007-09-21T13:43:00.000-07:002007-09-21T14:12:52.309-07:00It's finally happened...<span style="font-family: times new roman;">It's finally happened. After reading so many great blogs by other knitters out there, and just never being able to talk about my knitting enough, I'm starting my own wee blog. I used to have a personal blog that I wrote in very frequently, but I grew up and my desire to air all of my personal problems on the internet waned. </span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> But now I want to talk about knitting. </span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> I have two projects on the needles now, the Syrian Shoulder Shawl from <span style="font-style: italic;">Victorian Lace Today</span> and a tea-cozy that I'm making up as I go along. <br />I'm actually very excited about my little tea-cozy. I've only ever knitted from patterns before, so I'm all jazzed that I'm actually making something up right out of my own head. I've been wanting to knit a tea-cozy because I drink tea like it is my job as long as the ambient temperature is below 75, and I like my tea burning hot. I've seen patterns for other tea-cozies, but none of them really caught my fancy. Then once day in class I had a neat idea, so I've been fooling around with it since. <br />There will be more to come, but for now, it's Friday, so I'm off to do some leisure knitting. <br /></span>Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745056468547984399noreply@blogger.com0