Stuff about me and my dogs, my hubs and from time to time a rant.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I did it again

Why do I do it...can't seem to help myself, every time I get a sweater off my needles, I swear I will never do another.
I am a fluffy sized woman and acres of plain knitting is the most boring thing I can do to myself.
It makes me tired to think about it.
So Karma is making me make another sweater. I am doing Green Gable and I am doing it in green. Which is not my color.
So do you see the Karma part. I am doing a project I will hate in a color I don't wear.Hum...
On the other hand I love green sock yarn. And I buy green sock yarn. So when I finish my Karma sweater, I will be able to knit and wear green socks.
Any bets on how long this one will take?

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Lace and the Mystery KAL

When I started back knitting, I wanted to knit socks. I did not want to knit anything else. Sock yarn just fasinates me. The colors, the texture and the way it feels in my hands. The needles used also keeps me entertained, double points, circulars with magic loop, or two circulars, or little tiny circluars. And the methods, of cast on, of the patterns, of the heel flap or no flap, turning the heel is truly one of the amazing things in the universe. You can knit them up or down, or even sideways. I was just in love.
I got distracted by sweaters a time or two. And even knit a Clapotis. But socks were my love.
But no lace. Lace is on the other side of the wall I built that sais in big letters..I CAN"T DO THAT..IT IS TOO HARD.
Then I got destrasted by Wendy and Lucy. And she knits socks so that was a safe place to be..right.
Not so much. She said come join my KAL. I said no thanks it is lace. My friend B said come join the KAL, it is in sock yarn. Sock Yarn knit a long...okay I'm in.
And I did it. It was so fun. Turns out lace is not the monster under the bed, but a few yarn overs and some knit 2 togethers, and slip, slip knits. Well I can do that. And I did.
I made the Summer Mystery Shawlette and had a ball doing it. Try lace, not the monster, I promise.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Split Neck T-Shirt Sweater

Done, and I love it. It is an easy knit and looks great on me.
I will do another.
I also fell into a KAL on Wendyknits. And I made my first lace shawette. It was a mystery knit and turned out just wonderfull. I knit it in Dream in Color Starry. Everyone needs to knit one.
I love my LYS. The people there are beyond friendly and helpful. I have never been there that I did not feel welcomed.
It is like going home, and finding a bunch of friends who have yarn.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

The Tale

There had been scratching in the drop ceiling of the sun porch. I think rat! I tell my darling husband, who says that he hears nothing.
I leave and go to knitting, forgetting the rat, the sun porch and the husband. And have a loverly time. I love my LYS, it is Knitwits in Cresent Springs, KY and we have such fun there, but that is another tale.
I go home to find the husband, telling me we have a problem. I think to myself, no. Rats not my problem, they are why the man is here. And the pack of mean dogs we have are barking their silly heads off. ( this pack is 2 small poodles, and one overweight shih tzu.)
We have a racoon in the ceiling. Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Racoons are 9 foot 8 inches tall with claws and teeth like a shark, and carry every disease known to man.
And he tells me his plan to get the raccoon out of the ceiling that includes me holding a sheet for it to fall in, while he breaks the tile.
So being the big girl I am, I cry and call my best friend B. And tell her the tale of the raccoon and how I am being made into a raccoon hunter. She laughs and I find a pencil and erase her from my friend list.
And go to put on my raccoon hunting outfit. A wool hat, Bella's mittens, a long sleeve sweater, jeans and snow boots. It is 102 degrees in the sun room. I do not care. The dogs are in a frenzy!! They are also hiding in the living room, where they have decided it is safe to bark and not have to really do a dog thing like chase or harm whatever it is in the ceiling. They are smart and they are chicken.
He come in armed with a laundry basket, that has replaced the sheet and a Swiffer Sweeper ( with the swivel head, remember this part) And tells me that I am to break the tile and he will catch the raccoon and take it outside.
So we start, he speaks raccoon to the monster, it come to where he is and I pull with all my might all the time screaming like a little girl, and the head of the sweeper rotates, just like it said it would.
So he tells me to go find something else to break the tiles and I do, and pull and out pops the raccoon. It is a baby, fits in the palm of your hand, but in my mind it is still the 9 foot 8 inch monster who will eat us.
So he takes it outside. And 15 minutes later goes out to see if it is okay. It is not, so he moves it and again in 15 minutes he goes out and find it in the middle of the street. Crying.
So he puts it in a box and gives it food and tuna.
The next day my ex-friend B comes over and puts her hand in the box where this monster lives and PICKS IT UP! She talks to it, and cuddles it. And she took it home to care for it till it can be released. His name is AJ.