crap.

I think Mr. Pink Sweater is going to be way too large. Dammit, the mathematically-challenged really shouldn't be allowed to knit.

Well.

There was no yarn needle, but I managed to keep myself from screaming by instead working on a scarf which, if I get it finished in the next week or so, will be a birthday present for a friend of mine.

(I will admit to a bit of swearing when it became clear that there weren't any needles in the usual places: my purse and my makeup bag.)

But this morning I braved a hideous rainstorm and managed to get in and out of the yarn store without purchasing any yarn, just the needles. Am now knitting up the turtleneck! Woo! If I stop playing on the internet, I could have it done by tonight.

And then I can make socks! (Oh, and finish that scarf. Right.)

mmm, yarn . . .

I went to the loveliest yarn store this afternoon. Oh, Knitty City, you have such gorgeous yarn and such nice people. A+.

I bought some sock yarn that I don't really need (but I'm gonna make some of it into presents, so that's ok, right?) and some needles to knit up a bunch of thick acrylic yarn that I just inherited. It really can't be left to languish in the box, can it? And chenille is cool. I'm gonna knit a chenille blanket, I think.

Mr. Pink Sweater is still drying. God, I hope I have a yarn needle so I can sew it up. Otherwise there might be screaming. Loud, uncontrollable screaming.

You never thought knitting was so dramatic, did you? Ha ha!

cautiously hopeful

I think it all came out ok. Now it's blocking (great, drunken blocking) and then all I have to do is sew together shoulders, slap on a turtleneck, sew up the sides, and hope to God that the gauge worked out. You never know with me. Knitting is possibly not the best choice for the mathematically challenged, but I do love it. Because (not why I love knitting, but why I hope the gauge is ok) I really really don't want to have to knit it again, and I don't know anyone nearish my size (because it's close, it really is) who I adore enough to give a sweater to. Well, my brothers are near my size (we can wear the same pants) but I'm pretty sure they don't want a hot pink sleeveless turtleneck.

And I do believe it is now time to step away from the internet. I'm not letting you see pictures of my ghetto-blocking experiment. There may be pictures of sweater with turtleneck tomorrow, or, if we're really lucky, finished sweater! Crazy.

I wonder what I should knit next? And why is my stash in another state? Along with my needle collection? I didn't plan very well.

once again, brilliant timing.

Naturally I get to the most complicated part of my sweater when I'm just a little bit tipsy. This might go horribly wrong.

Awesome.

ooh. pictures.

My pink yarn. In original form:


The first attempt at the sweater back:


I'd do pictures of the front, but right now it basically looks like a ball of pink yarn, so I think you can imagine well enough. Once I get done posting this, I'm gonna turn the ball o' yarn into Mr. Sweater Front.

time to de-construct

Have 'finished' the back of Mr Bright Pink Sweater, but I think I want it to be longer in the body. Le sigh. Time to un-do. And there doesn't look to be much quality tv tonight to keep me company whilst knitting: just a lot of depressing and sensationalist news about Virginia Tech.

However, this is not the blog where I complain about the media, so that's all I'll say about that.