Did you ever have one of those times when everything you touched turned to worms? Well, not literally, but it seems like it. That's where my knitting has been going lately. A list for your perusal:
1. Yartini Cardigan – I reached the armholes and was merrily knitting away when I realized that if I knitted the pattern as written, the armholes would fit me! Yes, I could have figured out my row gauge and the required measurements, but that would have involved actual thinking. Frogged!!!
2. Socks for hubby – I figured it was about time I knitted some socks for hubby. I don't think they will replace his favorite Worlds's Softest Socks, but he needed at least one pair from his loving wife. I picked out a pattern and was merrily knitting away and halfway down the cuffs when I realized I was knitting 11 1/2 sized men's socks on size 0 needles. WHAT was I thinking? Frogged and restarted, this time my own pattern using size 1 needles, Dream in Color Smooshy in Chinatown Apple and a stitch pattern from Charlene Schurch's first book.
3. Shetland Faroese Shawl – Ok, so nothing else seems to be working. How about picking up some tried and true lace? I'm on the last chart, piece o' cake, right? So . . . I'm knitting merrily away (cue ominous music here) and start the last chart only to discover that I have about 20 excess stitches. How could that happen?? I was dead on in the last chart and I've only done four rows of stockinette since then. So I tink back, try again and now I am 4 stitches short. Rinse and repeat about four times with 400 (YES) stitches and I'm starting to sing, "The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms pay pinochle on your snout." That and giggling hysterically. It's not a pretty sight. Placed in a bag in time out.
My knitting mojo may have flown the coop, but my quilting mojo is hanging in there. I've finished two quilt tops this week. This one is for Quilts of Valor. Their goal is to present every wounded soldier with a quilt. At our last quilt meeting they read a really heartwarming letter from a mother. She said her son had been really disconnected from everyone until he received his quilt. He wanted it with him every minute, only giving it up at the door to surgery and making them promise it will be there when he returns. It's only since receiving the quilt that he's started to talk about his experiences. I'm proud to be able to contribute and incredibly sad that there is even a need.
I'll end on a lighter note and a picture of Maggie's new favorite activity – chasing bubbles!