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Knitting continues – with kitten intervention

Having learned how to get about half an hour of uninterrupted knitting time (run the vacuum cleaner for a while – the kitten magically disappears), I managed to do one full pattern of Pinkie (Child’s French Sock by Nancy Bush). Which means I’m almost through the gusset of the second sock. I’d love to get these totally off the needles before August, or by the beginning of August.

My knitting lags when I have an active kitten participating in every moment of the day.

Precious little knitting is getting done

Between older cats that are acting displaced, and a kitten that’s bonkers, I’ve been busy managing feline expectations. Not a great deal of fancy knitting has been going on — in fact, with the rehearsals for the chorus over the past few weeks, I didn’t pick up my needles more than half an hour at a time.

I can’t figure out how I made this shawl while Malkin was a teen kitten (although it did get unraveled at least once by him). The Leaf Lace shawl was my Winter challenge during the 2006 Olympics. How did I complete it in 3 months, even if you factor in a half hour commute back and forth to work instead of my current one, and no choral practice to take up my free time?

I’ve got one shawl to work on next, after my lace socks (Nancy Bush’s Child’s French Socks, code named Pinkie). The new shawl is color work instead of lace. Hopefully that yarn will hold up better than sock yarn when confronted by little kitten grabby claws and teeth. In the meantime, I’m knitting the socks (found in this knitting pattern book) when the kitten is in “jail” for being naughty. And when I work on them, they go speedily.

Knitter’s pulse check

1 pair of socks finished (Madder socks).

1 bit of mindless knitting cast on to “use up sock yarn”. It’s pretty much a triangle in self-striping wool.
I can’t decide if the self-striping will go rogue once the repeats have to go over ever-increasing territory. But beyond that, pretty mindless.

Later on next week, I will explore the latest boxes of “things Dad kept for me”.

Second sock syndrome

I’ve finally gotten past turning the heel on a second sock, and have reached the always discouraging “knit in same pattern until 3-1/2 inches from the end of where you want to be” stage. Eh. So how many nights of knitting 5 rows a night will it be before I’m surprised by progress? And how many dark, bleak days will there be, until I’m able to take a picture of that doesn’t look like mud? The yarn is so lovely (Mountain Colors Bearfoot, in the Alpine color combination).

If you want me, I’m lost somewhere in the second arch, knitting along. It’s the Lichen ribbed sock from Knitting Vintage Socks by Nancy Bush. The first sock turned out wonderful after a few broken knitting needles and gauge issues. You can check my Rav page for more details if you have access.

Next project: something on larger needles. But it may still be a “finish up” project.

Knitting socks in the teeth of boredom

Thank heaven for knitting during phone calls. I’ve had a few awkward phone calls that I had to sit through recently. Knitting on my socks is going well… and I managed to bite my tongue many times. For those of you without Ravelry access: they’re the Lichen ribbed socks from Knitting Vintage Socks. I started them in July of last year, and they’re my go to “knitting when distracted” project. The pottery projects have taken the upper hand in my project queue, but I’m still knitting. Pictures when there’s more of the second sock beyond half a leg.

 

In which gauge kicks me in the shins

I’ve been knitting then tinking, then knitting then tinking… all on the same sock: Lichen Socks from Knitting Vintage Socks, by Nancy Bush. The yarn is lovely (Mountain Color Bearfoot); the resulting sock looks lovely, although I’m quite tired of 3 inches of sock that has been done and then undone. Whether or not the sock will fit the recipient is up to the fickleness of Gauge.

So far: one favorite set of wooden needles shattered. I substituted size 1 metal needles, and apparently my gauge gets much tighter when using aluminum needles instead of wood. I now have some red stained wood needles and have sized up to US size 2 (2.75 mm).

The result feels looser on my foot than the version of the sock before it was tinked, so I’m hopeful. However, the Gardener has sturdier, longer feet, so we’ll see how this goes. And Gauge is quite fickle.

A few short words for spare, stylish prose

Henning Mankell’s The Pyramid offers mysteries without overly describing the sensational aspects of the crime scene. They’re a wonderful sharp sorbet, cleansing the brain after reading too much fluff.

There is a series that PBS was showing that is exquisitely acted, but too emotional when compared to the matter of fact tones of the books. I think I’d prefer to read the books first, and then see if I can catch up and see the series later, so that I can enjoy the stories and put the emotional tones in myself.

Unfortunately, I have received a notice that it is due at the library, so I have to finish the last short story. [Shh — don’t tell me how it ends!]

I think I’ll read something else that is different, next. Maybe a Jane Austen or Dickens that I have in the house already. In depressing news — the second sock that I was working on is a different gauge than the first one.  They’re supposed to be mismatched mates, but I can’t hope that the recipient has two different sized calves, now, can I? Gearing up for a frog festival and search for a set of needles one size larger.


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