Category: Christmas Knitting
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Week 10: Socktoberfest Spoils
No, it’s not a whole sock. Yes, it is 1 of 2. But it’s rawther trellisy, and has nothing whatsoever to do with Mayas or Hohokam, which I appreciate.
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Week 8: Like Frogged Bamboo
A glorious cold snap and the arrival of Socktoberfest inspired me to finally act upon my simmering sock obsession. These two skeins topped my list: Rio de la Plata Sock Solid in Seaweed and Panda Wool in Strawberry Pink. The Panda Wool got precedence because it’s destined for giftiness, and I began a pair of…
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Christmastime Is Here
All right–I have gotten over my Calmer tizzy (that statement is loaded with irony) and I am quite pleased. Seeing the Fiery Bolero finished, tiny as it is, somehow made all the stress, the entire days and late nights spent finishing it, the feeling that my triceps was going to peel itself off the bone…
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Brain Break
I can’t take it anymore. I have been home sick all day (thank you, Hermanita), and in an effort to feel useful, I have been working on the Fiery Bolero. As of right now, I could die, be reincarnated, and live out that life without ever seeing a single milligram of Rowan Calmer, and that…
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POW!
Isn’t this the most amazing thing ever? Not my knitting–obliterated by blocking are nearly a dozen fudges. I mean the fact that this shawl is off the needles and blocked. I am thrilled to death. Right now, I expected to be glancing balefully at my corner piled high with UFOS and shuffling along on the…
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Strategizing
After the spectacular stall of the Firebird, I have not been sitting quietly in the corner, weeping (although that would be a perfectly reasonable reaction). I have been STRATEGIZING. At 46 days until Christmas, I am still without finished gifts, and two out of my three main recipients always seem to be about when I…
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Houston, We Have a Problem
True to my word, I worked away on the Icarus/Firebird like my life depended on it (my sanity certainly did). I got all the way to the middle of the last chart–things had gotten easy–it was looking great (don’t you agree?)– Then disaster struck. I swear: I read the pattern, I figured out the yardage.…
Anti-Quotidian 