Why is it that when I am on the verge of running out of yarn that I knit FASTER??
Maybe to see if I'll get to the end of the pattern before the yarn figures out what's going on?

Why???

In preparation for Mystery Stole 3, I will be knitting this in order to "perfect" (pronounced "learn") yarn-overs.

Today I embark on the Mystery Stole 3 project. I have purchased the wrong colour of yarn already, but i don't really care.

From my bed (i'm lazy today) I have purchased:


Jaggerspun Zephyr - 50% wool/50% tussah silk in Violet (the instructions said black or white)

and some of these:


Sexy Addi Turbo circular lace needle

Now I just have to wait patiently until the postperson delivers them.

I'm picturing myself being tangled in yarn, like a kitten....

When I was Toronto a few weeks ago, I picked up some "misdyed" yarn.  It's 80% wool, 20% silk.
I paid $5 for lots and lots of it. It was already handwound into balls so I couldn't really tell what colours were in it.

Because of the unknown colours, I knit it up as a tea cozy.


Pretty no?

Pretty, except for ...

The part where it turns BABY POOP GREEN!!!

Oh well.

And as all good tea cozies should, it doubles as a hat.


That's all for today! Off to drink! On a patio!

I have knit some unspeakably horrible mittens. I've never knit a pair of mittens. Just singles. Horrible, ugly singles.



This one isn't so bad.  It's knit perfectly to the pattern.

Except....

It's enormous.

How about the matching hat?

Not too bad. Little pointy on top.

But...

It's really really really large.

*sigh*

I finally figured out how to knit pretty hats:

OOh! Alpaca hat!!!

Recently, I've started to knit socks.  I had some stunning bright red, baby alpaca yarn lying around (doesn't everyone?) and knit up this sock:

It's nearly perfect, couple of blips in the heel, but nearly perfect.

Except...

It's tiny. It won't even stretch to cover my foot.


Proof that although i LOVE to knit, I totally suck at it.

I learned to knit. Scratch that.

I was taught to knit in December of 1996 by my Granny. My cousin and I had decided that it was high time our 16 year old selves learned one of Granny's arts. Granny pulled out some truly awful yarn and some colourful needles and taught us how to cast on 20 stitches, knit and purl.

She left some stuff out.

After about an hour, my cousin's 20 stitches had become 56 stitches and my (20! BEAT THAT) stitches were so tight I couldn't get the needles through them. Granny took the needles away from us and made us promise that we would never knit again.

Fast forward to Thanksgiving 2006.

I spent some time with the Boyfriend's family and they were all knitting.

And I was jealous of their zen-like state.

So I took up knitting again.

To date, I have knit 15 scarves, a nasty nasty blanket, 9 hats, 5 mittens (singular, unmatched), one and a half truly horrifying legwarmers in MOHAIR!, one delightful blue legwarmer, 2 mini wristwarmers and a pair of felted slippers.

To date I have the following unfinished projects:
1/2 lovely multicoloured baby blanket - I found out halfway into it that it is knit of COMPLETELY FLAMMABLE MATERIALS - truly, suitable for a BABY!
1/2 a wool/soy soon to be bag which I will felt and it will cover up my mistakes.... we think....
1/2 an ugly scarf that I hate and will never finish

I have a GIANT shopping bag full of yarn and knittable things (like ribbon).
I have a LARGE gift bag full of needles and other knitting notions.
I have a MEDIUM box of old school knitting patterns.

I have a part-time job.
Knitting can be done outside.

It will be a fun summer.

Herein will the contents of my knitting bag of shame be displayed.

Eventually.