There is nothing like weaving in the ends of a finished project that makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. I'm closing in on doing just that with my pink sweater. I'm 2/3 of the way through with those pesky sleeves. I'd have been done by now if this yarn were anything except boucle. What a major pain in the arse. I find myself having to watch every single stitch because to drop one stitch would be a tragedy of monumental proportions. This yarn is so highly textured that I think it would be nearly impossible to pick up and weave a dropped stitch correctly. Looking at that picture below, would you recognize that as stockinette stitch? I need to shut up now or I'm sure to drop one just for having the cheek to discuss it while there are still live stitches on the needles. Murphy's Law and all that.
To make matters worse (and put the kabosh on my knitting), I have a rather long burn on my left index finger. You know, the one that tensions the yarn. Ouch. That'll teach me to try to make my curly hair straight using a flat iron. There I was, whipping through my curly locks with abandon and half-heartedly paying attention. I saw my finger going in the iron just a split nanosecond before the iron closed on it. I think I said ouch before it started to hurt. I also burned myself searing the pot roast on Sunday. The pot was smoking hot when I laid the roast inside and hot oil splattered. The roast was good, the burn not so much. Sadly, the hot oil splattered on the tender side of my forearm. Hopefully, with burns out of the way for the week, it should be safe to cook on Thursday. It just wouldn't be a holiday meal if I didn't burn myself in some manner. Maybe I should use pot holders that come up to my elbows-just in case. Or, I could use a grease screen. Duh.
In the meantime, I've just completed these socks that I started before I left for Virginia. The Newark layover knocked a big chunk out of these socks. These are done in my new favorite sock yarn, Mountain Colors Bearfoot (sorry Lorna's Laces). I can't tell you the name of the color until the recipient has opened her package. That should be sometime later this week. I hope she likes them. How could she not? I knit these socks in various places and have knit peaceful thoughts into each stitch-being in the mountains helps with that. I used 1 skein of Bearfoot, US Size 2 dpns, 60 stitch cast on and my Plain Jane sock pattern. There is nothing fancy except this fabulous wool. Next up will be a pair for my own feet out of this same color. My daughter picked out wool for socks for her own feet and I was secretly thrilled when she picked the Lorna's Laces and Jitterbug. That leaves all the Bearfoot for me. I may make hers as a stocking stuffer (fitting). I can't believe I've never knit a pair of socks for her. Don't go feeling badly of me or too sorry for her-remember she is the owner of the beaded cashmere hat and plenty of other hand knit items, but never socks. She's modeled plenty for me because her foot is a more appropriately sized ladies foot. I've just never made a pair just for her. Soon habibi, I promise.
