Remember Leaves of Grass? I hadn’t forgotten it … but, man, that edging. It’s a lot of stitches: a going-to-take-forever amount of stitches. It’s going to take forever.
But I’m up for it. Gauntlet thrown, satisfaction demanded.
I’ve been working on it off and on, here and there, ever since I finished the Noro! pullover. Just simple evening knitting, no thinking required. No pattern, just a top-down raglan in some ancient stash yarn with a cable I found in one of my Vogue Stitchionaries. (Which I look at often, but rarely use.)
Right now, I’m working through the first sleeve.
(Nope. Not this color either. Seriously, it really is green.)
The semester is grinding to halt and I, for one, could not be happier. It’s been another crazy year: job market, dissertation, interviews, teaching … In fact, yesterday I realized that I started writing my job letter six months after I defended my dissertation prospectus. Madness. Which also reminded me why I might not have had time to draft out that article or dedicate a lot of time knitting.
I miss knitting. I miss the blue table; I miss this space; I miss you guys. I miss having lots of ideas and colors and dream projects swirling around amidst all the other whirlwind commitments.
So that’s my summer plan: more knitting, more writing, more colors, more sharing!
I spent a good part of my weekend around this table in Rhode Island. Turns out, the smallest state in the union is pretty pleasant — and conferences are pretty exhausting. Which I knew, but had chosen to forget. Luckily, the conference hotel was deeply awesome (with some seriously comfy beds AND a giant chair that made me feel a little like Edith Ann) , and there were plenty of friends to catch up with.
Knitting, however, had to take a back seat.
What you see here is a Leaves of Grass shawl waiting patiently for the rest of its knit-on border. Man. That’s a lot of stitches. Also, it is giant: perfect for that chair.
Notes from the couch: Jersey Couture edition.
Phew. Spring break–even if it’s still winter, technically–didn’t come a moment too soon.
I’ve spent some time knitting … we’ll see if this version of a stripey Noro pullover comes together.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps …
…so it looks like Alice has decided which sweater I won’t be wearing today.
Another pair of slouchy socks. This time in Cascade 220 turquoise pebble (darker) and pacific (lighter).
And a bit of morning sunshine to show them off.
At the moment, these socks are all I really want to knit. They’re so simple, so fun, so budget-friendly … and so quick. Pretty much everything it feels like the rest of my life isn’t. I mean, dissertations take forever. So a sock in an evening or two? That feels like accomplishment.
A row here, a row there: voilà! a finished sock. I find it all very satisfying.
These are destined to be a gift. And I’m not sure there’s anything cozier than worsted socks. Even on a Monday …
… these socks.
They started out life as that extra yarn my advisor gave me. A box-full of Cascade 220 in various heathered shades … one or two skeins of each color, so not a lot to work with in terms of cardigans or large projects or what have you. I dithered. Finally, last week it hit me: socks! Cozy, woolly, slouchy worsted socks.
The King of Socks, if you will
And I decided to get stripy with it. Kind of a melting transition pattern from the main color into the contrasting color, which is how they got their name: turtle + celery. They are quick, easy, cheap, and totally addictive. My pair for ladies’ feet took less that one skein of two colors.
I’ve already got at least two other pairs planned … just from the advisor yarn.
p.s. I promise to stop with the Hipster-vision soon. Hipster-panorama.
The humble tuna melt. Perfect food for a gloomy day.
Now if only I could remember to buy tomatoes. Also this hipstamatic thing makes me feel like I have Nashville vision.