Oh, Stonecutter. I made a few pattern modifications so the silhouette would be more flattering but the process is K-I-L-L-I-N-G me. I used to be a monogamous knitter but I can’t with this. Cannot.
Ion was my side project. Portable, quick, and easy. I didn’t love knitting it but I didn’t hate it.
A last-minute invitation to participate in a holiday boutique led to a second one being cast on. I would’ve preferred a different project but I was in such a rush to leave for the show I just grabbed what was on my desk: left over Wool of the Andes, size 10.5’s, and a crumpled pattern. Below is what I accomplished in 5/6 hours of on/off knitting.
I also started Escher a while back. I’m at the second color change but it’s been put in the corner of shame until the yarn situation gets figured out (wrong amount ordered).
That second owl sweater of mine was finished a few weeks ago. The fit is much better but I’m still not sure. Can’t help but think it would look better oversized and without shaping, at least for me. When I wear it it just looks like I had too much to eat this Holiday season. I should have used a nicer, thinner yarn but it was my first sweater and the yarn was purchased before I knew any better. I’ll get over it.
Hope everyone has a good weekend, I’ll be home knitting away.
“Pretending” because halfway through our second hike I had to call it quits. Altitude sickness, so real.
Utah definitely surprised me with it’s One Tree Hill-esque vibe. Everything was so suburban, people called me “honey”, and strangers smiled at other strangers. What even?
After that much-needed break from reality I met up with Kathy Cadigan and her daughter, Morgan, in L.A. I may or may not have fangirled a little bit. In case you were wondering, they’re both extra awesome in person.
I’ve got five different projects going but they’re working up slowly. It’s a combination of fatigue and allergies because SURPRISE I’m allergic to one of the yarns I’m using.
One of those projects is a second Owl sweater. I frogged the first one a few years back because I wasn’t happy with the fit. I thought about subbing the yarn for something more Cali-friendly but decided I need one warm sweater for those random days of cold/awfulness. I was feeling pretty good about it until I read about Dianna’s and how much it grew after blocking. I just completely forgot about that part of the process which is really, really stupid. Oops.
I’m going to finish it and see what happens. I obviously don’t care too much about frogging so if it does’t work out, on to Owl sweater numero tres.
Happy happy Wednesday!
I drafted a post about my trip a few days after I landed at LAX but it went unpublished because I was still processing it all. Things happened at such a fast pace (Rome in a day. A DAY.) it was hard to be present. Sort of felt like everything was happening to someone else and I was an observer.
When I got back, I couldn’t answer the million questions thrown at me by friends and family. I didn’t even know where to start.
The hike, AKA the craziest, stupidest, most dangerous thing I’ve ever done? The one where numerous people (locals, fellow travelers, MOUNTAINEERS) said it was too early in the season to do because the snow was extra low?
The time I went wandering around Paris with my friend and a group of guys tried tying our hands together?
How about with something not-so-terrifying, like the part where I climbed an active volcano?
Three months later and I’m still spitting out stories triggered by something random. Just last week I was eating a donut with nutella and it took me back to Chamonix where every morning I’d eat it with bread because I wanted my last meal to be something I loved in case anything happened to me on the hike.
I don’t think this trip changed me in a dramatic “I’ve found myself” way but it’s definitely made me more adventurous and appreciative of the things, people, and places around me.
Aaanyway. Here are some pictures which, if you follow me on instagram, you’ve probably already seen.
Cyber high-five if you get the reference.
This bookstore keeps books on boats for when the water rises.
It was a great trip, one I don’t regret in the least bit, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss these two clowns.
I started another Iz cowl at LAX the day I left and finished it a few days ago. So glad I brought a project! It kept me entertained during those long commutes and distracted me from the suck. The reactions from strangers were pretty great too–lots of stares, laughs, and smiles. And!!! I now I have a super special cowl that’s been knit in four different countries.
Completely forgot how much I love knitting (blasphemy!). I’ve already cast on another project.
Hope those of you that stuck around are doing well!
I didn’t make any resolutions this year but I did do some major planning…I’m going backpacking! For a month!
My best friend and I will start in Spain and work our way through France to Amsterdam. From there we’ll book it to Switzerland for a ten day hike (TMB) and if we survive, we’ll take a train to Italy to recoup. This is probably the craziest thing I’ve ever agreed to but crazy is good, right?
If any of you have tips, advice, or resources to share I’d greatly appreciate it. My Mother would, too.
Happy new year, happy Tuesday.
Pom pom of doom at the top and tassels of awesomeness at the bottom.
I worked the ear flaps in the opposite direction (provisional cast on) and cast off at the end of the i-cord. I also did a slip-stitch selvage.
He just turned three months old but I made the infant size. A second one is already in the works (grey, of course).
Pardon the blurred photos, he’s a wiggly fella.
Pattern: I Heart Cables
I was working on a pair of pants when it happened. The needle went straight through the nail to the other side and back out. I thought part of it broke off into my finger but I found the missing piece in the machine later on. Yay! How ridiculous is it that the needle was still threaded when it came out? Like, the damn thing jams on cotton but my finger is NO PROBLEM?
Anyway. I’ve had family in town for the past week and we’ve been making our way through L.A. and O.C.
Olvera Street. The horchata from this place gave me LIFE.
Umami. I braved the crowds at The Grove Saturday night. This burger made the 30 minute parking ordeal worth it.
Dog Beach. The weather on Sunday was perfect. Took all four dogs and they ran around like fools.
The Habit. My Aunt was craving a burger after a long day in the sun. We pulled over at the first joint we saw and were not disappointed. Onion rings > fries, for sure.
These shoes. I just… I just can’t.
On top of all that, a stray dog wandered into my sister’s house and jumped into my car when I tried to leave (sounds pretty suspect, I know). My sister’s watching her while we try and locate the owner.
She’s trained and well-behaved so we know she was loved. I want her to be reunited but I wouldn’t mind if she stayed. I mean, LOOK. We could join the circus.