Thursday, March 24, 2011

Night and Day

My mother is flying out west today. On the way out the door, she grabbed needles of some random larger size and a ball of handspun wool/mohair bulky yarn she got a fiber fest. She has no idea about yardage of the yarn or gauge or anything.

I called her this morning at the airport, her plane is delayed, so she is “playing with her yarn.” She said her yarn hadn’t told her what it wanted to be. Then later she sends this text:

“the yarn decided that it wants to start small, in the middle of the back. Expanding as it goes it will split in two and go on either side of the neck and then slim down in two pieces which can be ties or can wrap to warm the front of the neck or throat.”

So my question is, How in the sam hill am I related to this woman?!? I read a pattern through 2-4 times and swatch before I knit something. I can do a pair of socks without a pattern but I have to do the math before I cast on. I don’t grab randomly before I run out the door. I carefully plan every project.

P.S. I am slightly proud that she has moved on from only knitting in acrylic.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

I knit a real sweater.

I am not saying first sweater was not real but this one looks like a real sweater. One of those sweaters that fits in all the right places and covers the bulges that you would prefer the public does not see.  It is a sweater that I could envision in a high end wool sweater catalog. It is a sweater I would buy from that catalog. I am feeling pretty good about myself right now.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Breaking up is hard to do.

I have had to break up with some friends.  Sounds easy but these are a group of friends who I have know collectively for years. It has been 3 months since I spoke to any of them. I unfriended them on facebook and Ravelry. I stop going to meetings.  Yet no one asked me why I was missing.  Guess I wasn't that great of friends with these people after all.  I think that is what hurt the worst.