Firstscarf is stalled due to lack of yarn. It is this long currently:
I need more yarn and I haven’t made the trip back out to the yarn shop yet; enough to make it a bit longer and for a fringe. Even though the original pattern does not call for it. It is not a scarf if it does not have fringe, damnit.
So Firstscarf is stuck like this:
so I did this:
Which is the beginning of a basketweave dishcloth using a cotton yarn that is scented. I, uh, didn’t realize it was scented until I read the label. I have allergies, I couldn’t tell the yarn was scented. Now that I know I am both charmed and wierded out. Really, scented yarn? Yep.
I keep sniffing my knitting.
Anyway, the pattern came from a Chicks with Sticks book which is in the background of the picture. I tried to take a closer shot of the basketweave but my camera was just “hey, yeah, no – not doing it” so here’s my notebook and the book page instead.
My mother and I traded yarn ’cause I admired the devout orangeness of hers (my yarn was an indifferent hunter green. I have often mistaken orange for green, and continue to do so. I am sure there is an interesting trauma in my past that accounts for this, but I don’t have a clue what it is. I just think it’s funny I get orange and green mixed up all the time.) I immediately began a dog sweater I don’t know if I can finish:
Which is mostly due to me not knowing how to decrease at all. I have a couple books and my knitting class is in two days, so…
That is my nephew, A*, holding the knitting. Being unfamiliar with my camera, the shots he took of me holding it were all blurred.
The color is, according to G*, “highway worker orange.” G*, also known as my mother, has a long and sordid history with orange. She and Aunt M* once painted a whole wall orange and had to repaint it when my father came home and saw it. I understand there was a great deal of yelling. I feel I should paint my kitchen orange. Huh.
I learned to do ribbing (1×1) and a stockinette stitch just for this dog sweater.
This is my third try at ribbing. The sweater is this far along:
I sized the pattern up a couple of inches, hopefully I did it right and it will not envelop the small dog like devouring sea life. If it turns out too big I may cry.
Although the dog would probably be relieved.