I should have known it was going to be one of those weeks when I woke up Monday morning and thought it was Thursday. I’ve been out of sorts all week, nothing seems to be going as it should.
Case in point: Christmas knitting. I actually got started on it last, oh, Friday I think. At first, things were going fairly well. I wasn’t knitting consistently time-wise, but I was making progress in between cleaning house, checking on the build progress of the new room, shopping, etc. I started with one of the two baby cardigans, a simple top down raglan hoodie. I got the bulk done in probably 6-8 hours or so, all together. All I have left now is the right sleeve. I picked it up again on Monday and had a mild panic attack that it’s not going to fit, because what do I know about the size of a baby? This one is for a newborn that’s due in the next week or so, so i’m hoping actual real life babies are as small as I seem to think they are in my head. I’ll probably finish the last sleeve tonight during The Office, unless this weeks knitting purgatory continues.
As for the other Christmas knits…ugh. I swatched for the Spartan sweater for Chris, and my gauge is way, way off. So I frogged, and swatched again. Repeat 4 times, with 3 different needles. No go. Fiddled around with the math, and discovered that at my current gauge, not even going from the second smallest to the largest size sweater would be big enough, and that’s knitting loosely. So now i’m just going to have to suck it up and order some bulkier yarn. This isn’t the end of the world I suppose, as i’m also sneaking in some undyed superwash so I can dye up some stripey yarn for a pair of Jaywalkers and i’ll have 10 skeins of light worsted in a pretty green that i can use for myself later.
The bath sets are…pretty much non-existant at the moment. I just can’t seem to settle on a stitch pattern. I’ve frogged my pattern swatch I don’t know how many times. The socks for my grandfather aren’t moving along any faster either…it’s impossible to find a decent sock pattern for a man. I’d rather these socks not be a generic stockinette, but at the moment that seems like my only option unless I want to abuse my poor addled brain even more trying to come up with a pattern on my own. The only gift knit that is coming along nicely with no hair-pulling is the Ravenclaw scarf. I sat outside one day last week and knitted while watching the men work on the new room and made quite a bit of progress. I think I only have around 9 stripes to go, which I could easily tackle in a day or two if I could make myself sit still long enough.
Anyway. Last night I said to myself that I desperately needed something quick to knit up, as hopefully a FO would break me out of my slump. I settled on a wide headband (how happy am I that headbands are back in style?), and started knitting. After frogging at least 5 times because I wasn’t happy with the stitch patterns, I gave up and very nearly threw a fit. Then, because I picked up SnB: The Happy Hooker at the library the other day, I figured maybe I just needed to step away from knitting and do something else. That didn’t help either. Basically all I ended up with last night was a bunch of kinky yarn and a bed that looked like a tornado had hit a yarn shop.
I’m also in the process of working up a pattern for a felted Hobo, so far there are no issues with it, but we’ll see. And the Ultra Alpaca I bought to make a new pair of Fetching is begging to be knitted up into something much nicer, so I might have a pattern for some long, cabled, fingerless gloves soon as well. I’m not making any promises though, considering my recent luck.
I would say that today was going to be better if I hadn’t woken up at 7am thinking it was afternoon because i’d spent the last 2 hours throwing whatever I could reach at the feline bitch fight taking place at the foot of the bed. Feh.
And in non-knitting tantrum news: If I have to hear about Anna Nicole Smith one more time I will scream my head off. Seriously, this is ridiculous. Yeah, it’s sad about her son, but the woman is an absolute moron. There’s only so much bleached-brain stupidity a person can handle, you know? And this new story ET is running about their reporter in a fat suit? Ugh. Since when is a size 12 grotesquely fat? The last I heard, the real average size for a woman was a size 14. Morons. I’ll be glad when the current trend of weighing more than 100lbs = lard ass is over. Bones poking out all over is not attractive, people. This post is long enough, so i’ll stop here before I go into another tl:dr size rant.
