May 2006-July2006
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Mama's got a Brand New Bag!
I am excited. It is like whole new vista has been opened before me! I learned how to knit with 5 Double Pointed Needles this weekend. AND it was not all that hard. My fingertips are a little raw, the progress is slow going but it is so much fun. I am amazed at what a sense of accomplishment learning new skills can bring.
I started my first ever pair of socks with my own hand dyed yarn. Now I know that I am not even halfway through the cuff, and nowhere close to that tricky heel turning bit, but maybe it won't be as bad as I have read. Famous last words right?
(Sorry Socky is so blurry - could not for the life of me get a decent pic of her - could be her complexion - seemed the wood table doubled her orange patina - maybe an outdoor shot next time)
The tiny, tiny, tiny-ness of the needles is shocking. I would never have known you could be creating patterns on such flimsy little bits of plastic - and my Aunt's beading needles are even smaller.
I am also totally intrigued with the square = a circle when you use double pointed needles. Who, tell me who first discovered such a thing? I am in awe.
So, I barely got the socks started when I got the news that my very pregnant cousin's baby has descended and could deliver any day now. Of course I dropped the socks and started the baby hat. It is so precious. The yarn has this little irridescent thread running throughout that is so sweet. I was hoping to finish it tonight and start a matching Bolero (from the same book) but there was so much exciting TV tonight - so many times I had to put those needles down. And at least once when I DROPPED my needles and actually screamed! Preston Burke has been shot?!?! NOOOOOOOO.
Knitting and television might be a bad match after all. Knitting relaxes. Season finales can be distressing!
Kira nearly jumped out of her skin when I yelled. I am not sure she recovered from my reaction to Libby being shot last week and now Preston! When Libby was shot I was just passing through the room from the garden, it was on early and I was planning to watch at 9 when I saw it. I screamed and Kira leapt from the couch barking and growling, ran out the back door and into the yard frantically looking for the cause of my distress - likely she was expecting her nemesis, Bad Cat, or better yet, a squirrel. She was on high alert for about half an hour after that.
Well. I need to get some rest before tomorrow night's episodes - or my episodes, whichever is more entertaining.
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