I might have been listening to Huey Lewis & the News when I took this.
Even minimum-wage Hallmark-in-Wal-Mart job gave me a ten minute break. So I can take silly pictures while indexing, right?
With the semester in full, overwhelming flower, there just isn’t much time for knitting of an evening. I’m resigning myself to slow and steady progress on chart d (the neverending chart of much repetition).
Continuing my Konstanz nostaglia tour 2009, here’s another of my few photos (why didn’t I take more pictures? I never learn.):
See, I’m an example every time I wait for the walk signal! (And because I am afraid of old German women scolding me in a dialect I do not understand, I wait for the walk signal every time.)
Or, rather, the street thereto.
I had to go to the archives for this photo as my apartment is seriously low on light these days — lots of rain, cloudcover, and humidity. It’s completely gross and grumpy-making.
Though I am going to put on my big girl pants and deal with it.
Just like the girasole is taking a break until I have the brainpower to figure out why, after ripping make many many rows, many many times, my marker placement is still not playing by the rules.
So. I’m making some socks: madder ribbed socks from that trusted tome, Knitting Vintage Socks. In perhaps the most obnoxious yarn on the planet. Which is kind of strange considering that the artist behind the colors (Hundertwasser) went from Friedrich to Friedensreich (= peace-full? land of peace?).
I’ve been missing Germany lately; I’m hoping these socks help just a bit. (German yarn, Austrian artist. It’s cose.)
yep. I’m a sucker.
In the mean time, Alice is on it. And she is not amused.
What with kitty friend monitoring — he spent most of the evening outside the window — and, you know, actual work, the knitting has been limited. Before starting any new (sweater!) ventures, I have clear out my WIPs: all shawls, all at the stage of long-rows-of-doom. mara, mini, girasole*: I’m looking at you.
Startitis always hits when I’m feeling stressed and anxious: this new project will solve all of my problems! I’ll be efficient, dedicated, brilliantly insightful, all while needing less sleep, getting up early, and never ever feeling bored as soon as I cast on for x, y, or z.
It hasn’t worked yet.
So obviously, instead of finishing any of these current wooly bugbears, I’m working on a small project for my sister. She crochets lots of dishrags for me — very nubby, scrubby, and wonderful. So I thought I’d reciprocate with a swiffer cosy.
It’s just your basic cotton-ease leftovers, worked in the familiar ball-band dishcloth slipped-stitch pattern.
I’m still fiddling with the fold-over closure. I didn’t like the idea of buttons, as the pattern suggests, but was at a loss for a better solution. This version performs a kind of knitted origami that seemed promising.
But after folding and mattress stitching the sides, I wasn’t happy. To put it bluntly, it looked messy. Last night I improvised: picked up stitches, knit a row of garter stitch, and then used a kind of three-needle bind-off to attach the folded portion to the body.
We’ll see if I can duplicate the process on the other side.
That might be a challenge. It was late and I didn’t take any notes.
New project magic, where were you?
* Let’s be honest: I’m not expecting to get this one finished. Geschweige denn lizard ridge.