Back At It

After a hiatus to observe the 3 weeks of mourning with the Jewish community, I've picked up my sock again. It actually is beginning to look like the pattern, though I seem to consistently be dropping a stitch in  the same place on the second and fourth segment of the round. I don't know if it's part of the pattern or me dropping a stitch. Ah well. One dropped sock stitch is such a small thing. I may figure out why it's  happening yet.

I also learned to not watch television I enjoy while trying to work a lace pattern. Fortunately there was no unraveling, but the stress of realizing you have no clue where you are and just "happening" to figure it out is lesson enough! I'm thinking I may be able to finish sock one in a week if nothing exciting happens in the rest of my life, since I'm feeling much more comfortable with the stitches. We'll see. And then there's sock two!

Making...Progress

I may not seem to be making a sock, but I am making progress. Finally got past the ribbing and have moved on to the lace pattern. It actually looks somewhat like the pattern photo! Mostly. I dropped a stitch consistently on each side because I forgot what SSK was supposed to be like. But I wrapped something else an extra time so, my numbers are still right. Oh well. The next row was okay, and when I reach the problematic row in the next cycle, I'll get it right! I'm so excited. I will keep persisting, and someday it will only take me 2 days to knit a pair of socks instead of 2 months!

Other good news, a homeowner I house-sat for had some circular needles she isn't using anymore. She gave to me and has also offered to hav eme go through her yarn stash for anything I like! What a treat! Though I'm setting aside knitting for the three weeks of mourning, having the needles means I can make an attempt at a snood again. Hurrah!

I'll resume knitting after Tisha B'Av. Cheers!

Because I feel bad...

Now the headline of my blog is "my baby steps into knitting". I should emphasize the baby steps. When taking baby steps, it takes a bit longer to get anywhere.


My sock...is progressing. Just very slowly. But the ribbing looks nice! All 3cm! Okay, must get back at it. 

First Unravel

Yes. It came. My first unravel. I knew that sock looked wrong, even in its infancy. But really, unraveling 6 rows of sock is not that painful. Not that painful in the least. I also inadvertently discovered what twisted stitches meant. 


These socks are going to be good. They deserve a good start.

Sock Shrink

My very first sock is cast on, amidst much hyperventilating. I must admit that I haven't quite caught the sock knitting infatuation, but I am only 2 rows in.


More disturbing is the fact I am already dreaming about the socks. Last night I dreamed that the sock was starting to look a little funny, so I should try it on before I turned the heel. Hopefully the dream is not prophetic, because otherwise I have a hat to look forward to in about ten rows instead of a sock.

Dog Sweater! Sort of.

Though the knitting itself was done maybe a month ago (yikes!), I finally finished sewing the row of closures on the back, so now I can say my first dog sweater is finished.

I think that the pattern was partly to blame for the sizing oddities. It's too big in some areas, and almost too small in others. Oh well. It's a first try and knitted dog wear with a closure is not a readily available pattern anyway. My dog is happy. Just in time for summer, ha!

In other news: when you don't have enough ingredients to make s'mores for everyone, make s'more bars. Verdict: yummy.

Toe Up? Toe Down? Top Down? Yeep.

I'm scared to cast on my first pair of socks. I have my DPNs and some luscious bamboo/merino yarn, but I just can't seem to bring myself to start. First, there's so many ways to start a sock. And how do you know to hate a Kitchener stitch if you've never done one? Does it make the sock uncomfortable? And why are all pattern sized to a Women's 8? What if you have smallish feet? I can't seem to find anything about downsizing, except changing your needle size, and that's not an option for me.

In the Guardians of Ga'Hoole (film coming out this year), an owl goes yeep when it is seized by fear mid-flight, and forgets how to fly. I think I'm yarn yeeping.