my home-buying excuse for not knitting is wearing thin. I'm all moved in, the house is functional and the yarn's been stashed. it was high time that I start up again. and, yes, I was even dreaming about it.
I was antsy to buy a new book for inspiration (Teva Durham or Debbie New?), but I forced myself to consult one I already owned. I hadn't spent much time with it, so I decided to crack open Anna Zilboorg's Knitting for Anarachists.
I wasn't ready to start swatching out new designs, so I decided start sleeve2 of my aran sweater. there's so much to be learned from the classics. besides, inspiration always comes quickly when bored by tedium.
At long last a picture of the simple scarf made for my sister...I still have to sew in the zipper of the cycling aran and photograph that.
I'm one sleeve into a traditional aran, but have promised tea cozies to the boss' wife.
To make matters worse (or more exciting), or my knitting less focused, a dear friend has asked me to design some simple men's sweater patterns.
If you want to be part of some activism and art via knitting, read on. Forwarded from a friend:
Nina Rosenberg shaped the electrons to say:
i'm making an art installation, and i'm enlisting the help of every knitter i know! ... can you please ask the knitters you know to participate? we're going to knit over 1500 small sweaters and hang them in a tree. you can find out all about it at www.redsweaters.org
lemme know if you're into it. i'm hoping you'll tell all your knitting friends about the project :)
I personally don't know Nina, but plan on contributing a few sweaters.
damn you, eBay, and your wiley, economically-priced yarns! I must stop bidding on you. (not to mention other things like selvage jeans, stupid premium denim.) so, I didn't get the Noro Kureyon...
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How can I explain, when there are few words I can choose?
Well, it's not that there's few words, just not a lot of time to compose and arrange those words to summarize my knitting since before Xmas. Where to start?
Looking through the images on my camera, it's been lots of gift knitting. I don't know if I'll get around to posting images...
Last night my world was rocked. Everything I knew about knitting changed. It's scary. I have real power.
Sure, one can knit and purl and change color, create paterns and stitch in different ways, but as my knitting guru Betsy taught me, you can travel through time.
I've made mistakes (in knitting, not just my life). We all have...
I still haven't photographed my first scarf project, but chances are I'll be wearing it if I ever meet you in the non-cyberworld.
Of course, I'm late to get to the next SF knitting night, so I'm just going to slam up some images of recent completions.
I was in such a hurry to start the mittenettes in the Weblinks section that I didn't notice I bought the wrong size dpn's at ImagiKnits.
No, Virginia, 7mm is not US size 7. Read labels more carefully.
I had to take a break from the sweater that's inching along row by row. Millimetering would be a better description. I needed something fast and mildly challenging enough to make me appreciate the droning hours of stockingette the sweater requires.
I have never knitted in a group before last night. Sure, on occasion I've knitted with one other person, but group action was something that wasn't part of my knitting repartoire.
Until last night...