wip wednesday

My knitting has been upended first by Joji’s Starting Point mystery knitalong and then by Camp Loopy.

The result of Starting Point was that I set my Comfy Lace aside sure that I would be able to knit both, which was predicated on the belief that I would knit.  I didn’t.


I am barely beginning Clue 3 of the Mystery Wrap.


Imagine another piece that looks just like this one.  I have to imagine it as well because this is all I have gotten done.  Clue 2 on one triangle.

Camp Loopy has a deadline.  I have to have my item finished, photographed, and posted by June 30.

I have been making a lot of rookie mistakes lately.  I don’t know how many times I started Starting Point nor can I remember how many times I had to tink back rows once it was started, but that led to the abysmally small amount of knitting shown above.

The same thing happened with Delilah, which I am knitting for Camp Loopy.  I restarted it multiple times and only finally got going this past weekend.


I have it on 32″ circs and it is taking up every inch of cable, needles, and then some, so it’s long.  I calculated how many rows I would have to knit every day to make the deadline and was feeling smug about how much time I had.  Then today I noticed that after Row 8 of the Stocking Stitch and Eyelet portion of the pattern it said, and I quote, “Rows 1 to 8 form the st st and eyelet patt.  Work rounds 1 to 8 three times more.”  That’s 24 rows I did not include in my calculations.

It will be Delilah and me for the foreseeable future.

wip wednesday

There is not much to show.

I am working on a shawl.


I have gotten past the point where I frogged it all back and started again on the summer top I am calling Comfy Lace (the name is a combination of the yarn, Knit Picks Comfy, and the pattern name, Lace Top).  The yarn, a cotton and acrylic combo, is freaking divine; it is soooo soft!


I want to make Pippi by Kirsten Kapur by June 25 so that I can gift it to someone, although that person is not really in my life any more and I want to finish Comfy Lace and I want to finish the new shawl and I signed up to do Camp Loopy after reading about it for years.

I am thinking I should forego the making of the me crazy over adding another deadline to the mix.

I think this because 1) I have plenty to keep me busy what with the sudden signing up for knitted projects that have calendar deadlines (Camp Loopy is three projects over June, July, and August), and 2) we are still working on the condo every weekend.

I’m crazy enough as it is.



The sweater I was ready to sew together last week is no more.


I knit Kelly once, but it was loose and sloppy because the pattern had the wrong needle size listed, and I did not think to check errata.  I frogged it and started again.

I discovered a hole larger than a silver dollar in the back and had to reknit that.

I forgot the pattern book on the trip across country last September.

When I began to put the sweater together, I discovered that two stitches had entered freefall rather than be bound off right at the beginning of armscye.  I cannot for the life of me figure that one out, especially as the bind off was not broken.

The pieces were not going together nicely.

All in all, the sweater was so burdened with negativity and I was, by this point, so actively hostile toward it, that I wanted to burn it.  Only wool does not burn.

I decided to listen to the Knitting Fates and accept that this cardigan and I were simply not meant for each other.  It is now 1600 yards of yarn.

I still need a navy blue cardigan and also a navy blue pullover.  I do not know which it will become, but I am casually browsing Ravelry trying to decide.

When I start a pattern, I go through and highlight all the numbers corresponding to the size I am making.  My second setback came when I realized that I had marked the numbers for one size in the first half of the pattern and for a different size in the second half of the pattern for Sarah Dallas’ Lace Top from Rowan’s Scottish Highland Knits.

So this


is now this


I really do not want to talk about how many times I cast on before getting to this stunning level of progress, but it is at least started, in the correct size, with the correct numbers circled in red.

I also had about four rows done on Meandering, when it occurred to me that I was in a horrible state of denial.

As I was knitting I came to a spot where one of the plies had popped or broken, so I had one ply and pieces of the other.  I had attempted to line them up and knit past them.

After the problems with Kelly, I decided I was just asking for that remaining ply to break and ruin a lovely lace stole, so I frogged back the four rows, cut out the broken bits and cast on using the interestingly named Chinese Waitress cast on, which is extraordinarily stretchy.  It is a lovely cast one, but I don’t know why a stole needs a stretchy cast on.

But then, I don’t know why holes suddenly appeared in my sweater or why I can’t mark sizes consistently or any number of other things that have gone wrong with my knitting lately.

It is time to hit the RESET button.

second sock finished, but . . .

Saturday night in the truck, I decided to count repeats to see how far along I was with the Second Sock.  Lo!  It was EXACTLY time to start the toe and there was much rejoicing.  I love knitting socks, but that second one is always a killer.  I seldom knit the same pattern twice, but with socks you obviously have to do so — otherwise you have A sock, as opposed to a PAIR — one immediately following the other.  Several times during the Second Sock I get extraordinarily tired of the pattern.

Last time around, I mentioned I would have to reknit the toe of the First Sock because I had been on the road without a pattern and winged it and it was too pointy.

I kitchenered (is that even a word?) the Second Sock yesterday and ripped out the toe of the First Sock.  When I put the stitches back on the needles I was two stitches short, which clearly happened on the instep which has a plethora of yarnovers.

Since I have hit the wall today over my ability to create an emergency where none exists (this time it was over haircuts, of all things), I have decided to work on the toe of First Sock and find those two missing stitches.


Because knitting makes me happy.

no reason that i can think of

Mr. B loves Mari Dembrow patterns.  I made one for him out of a lovely, soft, s-t-r-e-t-c-h-y yarn which I tried to felt “just a bit.”  It went from fitting 6’1″ him to fitting 5’2″ me.  It is an olive green — not one of my faves and now Miss B wears it.  I made him another.

I am now working on her Worsted Shawl Collar Jacket and it giveth me fits.  I lost count long ago of the starts and restarts and the number of times I forgot to cable.  The mistakes have been as the stars in the sky.

I have finished the back, the left front, and the left sleeve, and I am currently working on the right front.

I did not know that I had made a mistake on the shawl collar increases of the left side until I got to that point on the right side.  The garter stitch section between the shawl collar and the cables was shrinking rather faster than had happened with the left side.

Well, I must have gotten it wrong.  I have frogged it back twice and am restarting from Row 95 for the third time and it only NOW occurred to me that mayhap the error is not with the right side but with the finished left side.

A close examination of the picture showed me that I was right.  As in, the right side is right and the left side is wrong.

Did I mention that the left side is already bound to the back with a three-needle bind-off and the stitches for the sleeve have been picked up and knitted down to the cuff and the entire left side seam sewn?

This morning, I divided up the stitches I knew to be correct — the 30 that had always been part of the ribbed shawl collar from the 16 stitches which were gradually (but incorrectly) added to the ribbed shawl collar plus the garter stitch section which is supposed to, apparently, disappear as the shawl collar increases.

I have laddered down to the first increase — from 30 to 32 shawl collar stitches — and am preparing to fix the error and build those two stitches back up to the neck.  Then on to stitches 33 and 34, and so on.  Since I can’t face more than a few of those on a daily basis, I will continue working on the right right side.


The Tweedy Vest and the Shawl Collar have brought home to me the importance of reading the directions all the way through — which Mari Dembrow nicely mentions at the top of ALL her patterns — before starting the project.  I sincerely hope that I will someday do this and avoid some anguish.

I am not holding my breath.

I have actually finished my weekend sweater!!!  But California’s long-awaited rain, which still falls far short of the mark, has resulted in increased humidity and, to the cats’ delight, the wool is drying slowly.

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wip wednesday

I had hoped to be able to show impressive progress on these socks:


Unfortunately, I cast on whilst awaiting the start of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Woodward Park and I was deep in conversation with an old friend.

I had read the instructions and knew full well the first set of directions was for a child’s sock.

I did not let mere facts get in the way and cast on 48 stitches and began ribbing. Did I notice as I joined, being careful not to twist, that the circumference of the cuff was far too small? Why, yes, I did. Thank you for asking. However I forged ahead and had finished most of the cuff blindly believing the circumference would be just fine.

Yesterday, I decided to count the stitches. There were 48, which should not have been a surprise as that is the number I cast on. However, I told myself, “Self! You know you always cast on at least 60 stitches when making socks.”

I rechecked the pattern and lo! 64 stitches are needed for the woman’s sock. I really hate casting on (I can never accurately guesstimate how much of a tail I will need) so I frogged back ever so carefully to the cast on and am gingerly putting the little stitches back onto my size 1 (US) needles.


I have been incredibly lazy this summer and this is all the progress I have made on Mr. B’s sweater: