Progress-o-rama


Wow. So I now have WAY too many things on the needles. The Perfect Pie shawl had some major progress made on the lace edging this weekend after deciding to try using dpn’s instead of the circ that I had been working with (it’s not done in the round), and that made all the difference in the world. MUCH progress on that. Yay!

Barb’s Honeymoon Tank is coming along swimmingly, and I’ve reached the point where I have to start increasing again. The end is in sight!

The mohair Hoodie is also cookin’ - the front is done, and the back only has 27 rows to go, then it’s on to the sleeves. It’s going slowly though, at the moment, but I think it will pick up again when I start the sleeves. Hopefully.

I cast on the Scoop Neck Cardigan in the Noro Silk Garden AGAIN this morning. I think this makes CO #4, maybe 5. Hopefully the gauge will stay at least relatively consistent this time around and will work.

My first pair of socks done in self-patterning yarn are about half way to the heel on the first one. I’ll be working on those for a LONG time to come I’m guessing.

And last, but not least, the shrug. You know the one. Yeah, that one. The one that I’ve started and ripped out the sleeves on no less than 8 times now. I’m just about to the elbows (I’m doing both sleeves on one gigantic circ, just in case you forgot), and so far they fit beautifully and look really good. I’m thoroughly pleased with them, which is a damn good thing, ‘cos if I had to rip them out again, it would have been straight into the fireplace with that yarn. Hoo-eee! I was close to giving up on them. Glad I didn’t. At least at this point…



It’s just a little yarn, m’kay?


OOOOOHHHHHHH. Yeah, baby. Those wonderful, wonderful boys at ThreadBear Fiber Arts sent me a little box ‘o love, which arrived today. Seventeen luscious, colorful, soft, and positively delightful skeins of Noro Silk Garden. Colors 50 and 65, just so’s you know. the 13 skeins of 65 are going to be either a cardigan or a pullover, and the 4 skeins of 50 are going to be damn lonely until I can pony up for enough more of that color to make something else with them. Yeah, baby, I’ll be swatchin’ on the ferry on my way home tonight!

And no. It’s not an addiction. Ok. Maybe it’s an addiction. But if I can admit that, that’s half the battle, isn’t it? Wait. It’s not a bad thing. It’s not a problem. Yet. It’s all good, right?