withdrawl

Still no sock needles to start the sock again, so no progress to report, which means no pictures. I'd document its unravelling, but I can't bear to do it until I can start it again right away.

However, I've just been inspired! I've thought up a top secret project for a top secret Christmas present. So I can't talk about that either (except, is it still creative if I manipulate someone else's pattern for my own evil knitterly doings?) I mostly just need to get to the yarn store, ASAP, and I'm trapped at work! Oh NOES! But here's a hint (also a question to be answered): Is fair isle hard? I know several of you are doing it/have done it recently. Does it require my utmost undivided attention?

impatience and knitting don't mix

Look at me go! I'm a wiz!

What a lovely heel flap you have, grandma!

Not really. Sadly, I can't get my sock onto my foot. It is in fact a quite lovely midget sock. I'm going to have to rip it all back and start over again... with bigger needles. I'm so depressed.

It begins.

I've already messed up. You know what I hate? Joining a round. With the twisting and the what not. Small needles do not make it any better. I also hate yarn over. Why? Because I just realized that YO is not an actual stitch. Oh no, it just means to literally bring the freaking yarn over and continue with the next freaking stitch. Whoops! Guess I have to cast on again...

*time passes*

I got it! The pattern, it's my bitch! And now there's this strange feeling in my stomach. Must be the pangs of glory and achievement. It's hard work after all. Oh no, it's hunger. I forgot to eat! I put my stuffed pepper in the microwave an hour ago!! Oh man...

*more time passes*

Eight rounds in, I'm going to bed...

Go ripple, go!

heads down, thumbs up

It became painfully clear to me - as I am "just living" and quite possibly a lesbian-in-secret about to leave my boring straight life behind for one that involves following my true love to Germany, and have been carrying my phone around like my mother, waiting crazy-eyed for just the slightest bit of text messaging attention, and am having so little luck in being inspired to write something of substance - that I need a hobby. Also, Robin is making me. No, like literally holding a pair of stainless steel size 15 needles at my throat, making me do this. She can be pretty scary.

So here I am, again, knit-blogging and this, quite frankly, is my quest for a pair. Of socks.

In January, I decided I'd knit my first pair. "Oooo, something fun and new and fantastic!" Only it was not fun and new and fantastic after the nine thousandth round of solid knit stitches and I gave up. I managed to finish off one sock and half of another before working up the desire to stab my eyes out with all five of my size 2 needles.

The Neverending Story: Misadventures in the Swamp of Sock Sadness.

But I've been inspired. To knit again. To finish a whole PAIR of (much more fancier) socks. So I pulled the needles out of my half-sock and marked my place with yarn, for another (very desperate) day, unable to rip back the torturous memories of knitting those meager six inches.

Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street! I've got plans for you, my pretty!

I bought this yarn in January too, for myself, because I liked it and was hoping to knit myself a pair after the first pair, which may one day be for my brother. My plan is this pattern from knitty.com, as per Robin's suggestion. I really want to make these, but I figure I should not be too hasty and should start somewhere. Also, everything I make can't be Harry Potter-esque.

Slytherin Diagon Alley scarf. For the Yule Ball.