The Beginning of Wool Season

I’m not an uber-heat person: I don’t like when it’s sticky hot outside, I’m not terribly crazy about wearing shorts or perspiring, and I burn really easily. So when September comes around, I get a wee bit giddy inside because it just means that I can bring out the wool again.

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Which is fantastic because right now I’m knitting Særós as a sample for my cousin’s shop. And being able to actually take it outside to work on and not dying of heat was heavenly.

This pattern has been a great break for me since I seem to have become obsessed with fingering weight projects lately (probably because of the heat) so working with worsted makes it seem like I can knit like the wind!

And on that note, Happy Labour Day!



The Beginning of Wool Season

May I Formally Introduce…


Today Husband and I took a quick little breather to have a mini-photo shoot outside.

Boxy by Joji Locatelli in Malabrigo Mechita “Plomo”

I’m pretty much in love with this sweater, so did my boss who gently suggested that I should share the pattern with her. This sweater is so cozy with the Mechita, but so light all at the same time. I have a feeling that this sweater is going to get a LOT of wear.

As for sweaters that won’t get a lot of wear….until the fall….I’m almost done my first Timerline sleeve!


Husband is going to have a hard time keeping me from borrowing this sweater once it’s done.

May I Formally Introduce…

no control at all

So remember in this blog post when I said that I had already ordered new yarn to make another new cardigan for Husband? Yeah. It arrived last night.

Timberline by Jared Flood in Ultra Alpaca’s Charcoal Mix
And because I, obviously, have no self-control, I immediately cast on. Now I’m addicted to this sleeve. Sleeves make the greatest swatches because it means that you can actually cast on and work on the actual project, but it’s not big enough that if you have to frog back that it’s the end of your knitterly mind, even if you did painstakingly do a tubular cast on….

Well, maybe not painstakingly, but definitely a wee bit fiddly and time-consuming. But the results? Hoo boy. Worth it. Combined with the Ultra Alpaca? Glorious.

On another note, I finally got a good picture of my Boxy sweater in progress.

Malabrigo featuring my forever messy desk
I just want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George. I am in such yarn bliss lately between these two projects. It’s all I can do not to just ignore life and work and knit my days away. Right now I’ve got both projects stashed in a bag under my desk (due to underground garage cleaning at my building, I had to leave extraordinarily early, so what better to do than knit at work?) and it’s taking all my restraint not to keep one or the other in my lap to do the occasional row. I may or may not have a knitting addiction.


no control at all

Knuggles Think They’re So Funny.

Forewarning I am a bit grumpy today which will be my excuse for the following grumpy post, however, I’m sure that all knitters will commiserate with me on the topic at hand:

Knuggles* think that they’re soooooooooooooooo funny. You will never hear another knitter say to you

“What are you knitting now? A sock? Only one? What about the other one?? HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR”


“Only one sleeve**? So are you going to make another one or is this sweater only meant to have one sleeve? HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR”

My general response (when I’m in a good mood) is: well, I can only knit one at a time (a lie but knuggles get confused when introduced to too much knitting in one go), or I smile and fake a chuckle.

I don’t know why knuggles think these jokes are so funny, or why they insist on continuing to make them. To me, knitting jokes like this are the equivalent to calling me an old lady because I’m knitting, especially when they’ll turn around the next day and expect me to knit them something.

Am I the only knitter to get frustrated by these jokes? Am I too sensitive about my yarn? Too impatient with those who know nothing, Jon Snow?

Maybe, maybe not. I’m going to go with not but what do you guys think?

*The/my definition of the (made-up) word knuggle being a non-knitter. Like a muggle but in the yarn world rather than the magical one.

** The sleeve in question was the last sleeve on Husband’s sweater (I’m 1/4 of the way through!) from a male co-worker who wasn’t aware he was treading on thin ice with a hormonal knitter

Knuggles Think They’re So Funny.

The Burden of Knitting For Men

Now already, some if not a lot of you are going, “HEY! Knitting for the men in my life isn’t a BURDEN! You crazy, lady.” And yes, I will agree with you on that; I love knitting hats and the occasional mitten (oh yes, I have men in my life over the age of 5 who have requested mittens from me. It’s wonderful) and other accessories, I even once upon a time knit darling Husband a sweater and pair of socks – both of which he doesn’t wear (le sigh). And it’s because of that unworn sweater that I started knitting Husband a cardigan (because apparently he has decided he doesn’t do pullovers, only cardigans), specifically the Atwood Cardigan from the Knit Picks Heritage Collection.

I came to realize just how LARGE he is compared to me. (Note: my husband is not a large man; I’m still only knitting the smallest size listed for this pattern)

But seriously! Dear lord, it’s 17″ of straight knitting just to the armpits (and even longer for the sleeves!), in the same repetitive pattern, in a boring solid navy – not a nice, slightly variegated navy, but a boring, solid as a brick navy. It’s like scarf knitting all over again.

Luckily, I’ve seemed to hit a sweet spot in the sleeves: an increase row every 5 rows. Enough where I can knit straight until I get frustrated, then I increase and have to recalculate the pattern repeats. Except I got into such a sweet spot that now I’m 2 increases away from straight knitting again. Lord, the sleeve cap can’t come quick enough.

The worst part? Already I have other sweater patterns for Kyle dancing in my head. What is the matter with me!?

The Burden of Knitting For Men

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…


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