Loud Tuesdays

Since I was 18, I’ve gotten migraines. I don’t know why they started, but they decided they liked me and have stayed ever since. Nowadays, my migraines are at least a little more predictable – Chinook winds, sometimes if it’s threatening to rain or snow, bad stress, constant irritating noises, PMS – and I can usually dodge a bullet here and there, or at least know that once the rain starts my migraine will stop.

The problem lately is because my work has been going through renovations, that means lots of loud noise and stress combined. Needless to say I’ve looked like this most of my last few workdays. 12240112_10101407091799759_5667452396176530472_n

Luckily for me, everyone at work understands my migraine situation and doesn’t begrudge me looking like an antisocial brat.

I’m pretty sure today though I almost hit my breaking point: for a good half hour or more someone relentlessly banged on something metal with something that sounded like a mallet, and it all reverberated all the way up to my office. Le sigh.

In other news, I FINALLY remembered to take a picture of my Flax in progress: image_medium21

I chose a bluebell lace pattern from an old knitting book of mine, whose name always escapes me whenever it’s not in site. I thought they were appropriate because of the yarn colour, although I forgot to take into account that because it’s a top down sweater, that then means the lace will be upside down….Oh well, I’ve always liked arrow heads.

Loud Tuesdays

Friday Night Knits

I don’t work on Fridays or Mondays – ultimate score right? In our household that means that I can wile away those two days knitting guilt-free, and then on Saturdays and Sundays do whatever activities my active husband would like us to do together. It works. Generally.

In my last post, I was talking about how I was debating frogging my one Fitted February Pullover. Well, guess what? I pulled the trigger and did it. Frogged the whole thing and now I’ve got two huge loops of Spud & Chloe Sweater hanging off my shower rod drying the kinks out of it.

Luckily I had more unkinked S&C hanging out dying to get it’s turn. So I cast on for a Flax pullover with the modification of lace panels instead of garter on the sleeves (I actually usually love garter, but it just didn’t feel right to me).

Except by the next morning, another pattern was itching at my brain and I felt torn. So I did what I always do: sketch it out.

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….and then posted in on social media asking for advice. Flax won with a total of 3 whole votes. That’s how popular I am apparently/how many knitting friends I have who know the pain I was feeling.

Needless to say I am now almost down the yoke of  Flax with a bluebell lace pattern I found in one of my old knitting books – I thought it was appropriate to match the colour scheme.

I am also almost done the second sleeve of #SherlockLives and desperate to start the body.

What else? I got about an inch done on the sleeve cuff on Harley, and a few more inches done on my Titled TARDIS cowl, which I’m beginning to become suspicious it may not be able to wrap twice around my neck like I had hoped, but I’m staying positive because I want no remnants of that skein left!

And with that, I will leave you with the little guy below. I wish I could say he’s my cat, but unfortunately he’s a Pinterest cat. I don’t know if my cats are hip enough to rock a scarf (or let me try).

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Friday Night Knits

A Bad Case of Startitis

Every knitter has been there: startitis.

Startitis is the horrible feeling that you never have enough projects, and/or that you must cast on just one more project because it is imperative that you start that new shawl right now!

Startitis comes and goes in waves. Sometimes you can be content to work away at your projects; enjoying the sense of completion and rock-steady patience it takes to finish that sweater you swore would be finished two months ago. Sometimes you can go for weeks, without feeling the itch to go to the yarn store. Sometimes you stop second-guessing your pattern choices and can keep calm and knit it out.

And then sometimes all you can think about is the thrill of casting on for a new project, spending hours on ravelry searching for the perfect piece that is missing from your wardrobe (startitis is very selfish and usually is only concerned about your knitting needs, rather than others), or, horror upon horrors, what knitted items you have that you never wear and should really frog and use for another project. The horror!

I’m unfortunately going through this right now. You read about my plunge into the #SherlockLive Cardi I started in my last post. I’ve already finished one sleeve and am halfway through the chart on the second sleeve. image_medium2

I should have been satisfied. But I wasn’t. I broke again and cast on again! Drea’s Shawl in RainCityKnit’s Super Sock, and Sweet Georgia’s Tough Love Sock. img_2097_medium2

The RainCityKnit’s had already been frogged from a pair of “My Cup of Tea” socks that were too big for me, and the Sweet Georgia is left over from a pair of “Octopode” socks. I couldn’t resist.

Even then. Startitis is striking again today. When I was trying to decide on what to wear, I almost left the house in my Fitted February Pullover by Amy Herzog. Which is a lovely pattern, and I love the lace pattern…

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Except ever since making this sweater (from again frogged Spud & Chloe Sweater), even though I love the lace, I have always wished it was longer. I even added on an extra section of garter on the bottom since the whole thing was knit from the bottom up (woe is me; this is why I like top down sweaters, as I have a longer than average torso and like being able to try things on) but it still just doesn’t feel right.

And that’s when the thought crossed through my mind for the thousandth time: I should just frog it and make something I’ll actually love wearing.

Now I’ve wasted more than enough time trying to find exactly what this yarn would be perfect for, because you know, already having 3 sweaters, 1 scarf, 1 shawl, and 1 set of fingerless mitts on the needles right now just isn’t enough.

Le sigh.

 

A Bad Case of Startitis

Well, isn’t this nice

I’ve always been a bad blogger. I know this for a fact. I doubt I could even count the number of blogs I’ve started with high hopes, kept up for a wee bit, then completely forgotten about and then remembered about it only to discover it as dead as the Tamagotchi I also forgot about in the 5th grade.

I always say I’m going to try harder, and I will! I promise.

To start, I’ll tell you that I have an incredibly weak will when it comes to yarn. Rarely can I come out of a yarn store without some little squishy skein of wool on top of whatever it was I had originally gone in for. This happened to me yesterday: I went in for a set of double-points, and came out with enough yarn to make a #SherlockLives Cardi. I am at least, lucky enough to have a husband who puts up with my yarn habits, and will actually listen to me when I text him as I’m leaving my LYS saying, “please don’t judge me when I get home.”

And so, of course, I’m already about halfway through the sleeve chart on the first sleeve – I decided to start with a sleeve because even though my gauge was pretty spot on, I still substituted sport for DK and I figure a sleeve makes a pretty decent large swatch to test the colour work out on. Plus, you know, the colour work is the whole reason behind wanting to knit this cardigan. Eeee!

I just feel bad for my poor Harley sweater. Just as I was getting into the rhythm of the first sleeve (the sleeves are the last things that need to be knit), I go and leave it for another sweater.

Because I am apparently a project slut, I also cast on last night a pair of Podster Gloves with the special vacation yarn I bought in Seattle over Thanksgiving weekend (surprise! I’m Canadian!). I can’t remember the exact brand of it off the top of my head, and I don’t have the label with me; all I remember is that it was made in Montana and was the closest “local” yarn I could find that wasn’t close to $50 CAD per skein. I may be addicted, but not THAT addicted.

Happy Thursday!

Well, isn’t this nice