Waddle the Penguin is now sitting on top of my computer monitor at work, so he can no longer get into trouble with yarn.
That doesn’t mean that I can’t. But in a good way.
I wound one of the hanks of cashmere into a ball last night. Good thing I did it by hand instead of on the electric ball winder because it, surprisingly, tangled like all get out. But untangling cashmere has to be one of the most enjoyable arduous tasks I’ve undertaken in a while.
I started a scarf. I’m using a traditional shetland lace pattern — I think it’s called “fir cone” or something like that. It’s one of those stitch patterns that’s lodged firmly in my brain, but the name of it isn’t.
Yesterday Kristine got the new Rebecca magazine in at the shop. We were looking through it and we both gravitated towards this design:
Why, yes, I did lift the photo from Kristine’s blog. Without asking. But at least I didn’t hotlink to it.
Because Kristine and I have similarly exquisite taste in yarn, we both purchased the GGH kid mohair in this color:
And this time, I actually took the photo of my own yarn, instead of stealing her photo. Imagine that.
The Southpark patch shown is yesterday’s entry, by the way, wasn’t mine. Someone asked in the comments where to get one. I’m afraid the answer is: Iraq.
Progress is limping along.
I’ve started looking ahead to the point where I shall begin to knit the sleeves. That point of time is likely to occur within a week.
Kinsale has drop shoulders, so the tops of the sleeves are just a straight line bind-off. I am toying with the idea of picking up stitches along the body and knitting the sleeves top-down, rather then knitting the separately cuff-up and sewing them to the body. This idea appeals to me greatly.
1. Kinsale will no longer be commuter knitting if I do this. I am not willing to drag the whole honking sweater around with me on the train whilst I knit the sleeves. The first sleeve would be bad enough. The second sleeve would be murder.
2. I’ll have to actually figure out the decreases going down, so that they will match the increases going up in the pattern as written. And I am lazy by nature.
1. I will not have to sew the sleeves onto the body.
2. I will not have to sew the sleeves onto the body.
In my mind, the pros far outweight the cons, so I do believe I’ll knit the sleeves down.
But as I plan to do the collar next, I’ve still got a bit of time to waffle about it.
There was no knitting at lunchtime today, because instead, I got my hair cut.
(No, my appointment yesterday was not for my hair. Yesterday I went to the dentist. My hair appointment was for lunchtime today. If you had read this entry and marked your calendar, you would have known. No I didn’t expect anyone to mark his/her calendar.)
Yes, I am New Haircut Girl. After eleven months. Eleven long months.
But it was worth the wait, because my short do is grown out into my new do, which is a length I am happy with. I’ll let it get a bit longer, but I don’t think I want to go past shoulder length.
This was a doubly good time, because I had it cut by a stylist I hadn’t been to before, and it was a great experience. Can’t hate that, eh? The same salon — Celadon Spa, but a different stylist, Garland. Thanks so much, Garland! I love my new hair!
Of course, I had to go through a wind tunnel on the way home. Here’s the side view, post wind tunnel:
Here’s the front view, post brushing:
Have a good weekend!
P.S. to Mia: I’m not a southern girl, so I’m allowed to nuke my grits. (I’m sure my mom gasped in horror when she read that I was eating grits, as I certainly didn’t learn that at her knee.)