Warning: this post is almost unbelievably boring to anyone who is not fascinated by my textile pursuits.
There are two new knitting projects underway, and one new tatting project. Both knits are eyeball bending — one navy blue laceweight silk on size 0 needles, one jet black wool blend on size 1′s. Anyway, as you might guess, they are best worked in indirect sunlight. Further, my brain and the pattern for the black are not getting along. I am liking the result, liking it a lot so far, but I hope I can stop unknitting as much as I knit. Soon?
As I need to unpick a couple rounds of the black and I am avoiding it, I worked on the navy. Tonight I saw that — horrors! — I had dropped a stitch in the silk. No! Two stitches! No! Three! I think. How many rows had they slipped? I don’t know — maybe 15 to 20? They have been put on a safety pin and the whole piece is in time out for a day or so. That one had been swimming along so well. I actually put a couple of lifelines in, but then it seemed good, so I stopped doing that. And pulled them out last night, as a matter of fact. So I am just paying the lifeline deities now, I guess. I will make my sacrifice and get on with things. I am still liking both projects (no bad juju for the recipients) but rrr.
While I cool off about the knitting, I think I will tat. I’d like a mat to line the inside of a little wooden box my grandmother gave me years ago. And I’d like mimic an Islamic tesselation for it. Sort of. The size 10 thread looks all substantial and awesome but the mat just isn’t going to the be right size. I am enamoured enough of the pattern at this point that I don’t want to change it, so I’m moving to size 30 thread and I’ll see how that goes.
In related news: this past weekend a knitting needle was bent in the service of tatting.
In unrelated news: The baby has teeth, two of ‘em. He’s had them for almost two weeks now.