I have started the seafoam green wrap, which doesn't seem like it'll take me too long. cheers! and working with seafoam green is so fun, it's such a delightful color.
I must confess that I did have to re-start this one as well. the seafoam green yarn called for size 8 needles, but my accent color is thicker yarn and calls for size 10. i knit the last wrap in size 9 becaue the purple yarn i was using called for nine, so i thought that was a good comprimise this time as well. but the seafoam green was knitting up much too loose. to offset the difference in size I added three stitches to the rows, it looks about right, and I should measure, but I'm confident. and wraps don't really need to be a certain size.
i've also almost memorized the lace pattern for the bottom of the wrap, and doing mostly stockinette with a little lace at one end is just the perfect amount of complicated, pretty and soothing to make knitting these things almost theraputic. and almost theraputic was right up my ally today.
anecdote from real life: I was at the local Joann's a week or so ago, stalking around the yarn department, when two older ladies with a foreign accent - something like indian - were talking an isle over. one says to the other, I was having this very stressful day and I just sat down with my needles and yarn and knit up and down a few rows and I felt so relaxed after just a few rows.
i thought it was so cute. not only is buying yarn sooo fun because of the colors and textures and the fact that the "pricey" stuff is $6 a skein, but you get to hear cute little things like that and realize that at it's simplest, knitting is really, really comforting.
yay knitting.
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Pretty much whenever my mom and I are in Micheal's or or Joanne's we end up being someone else's funny story. We end up laughing, so hard, over something.
ReplyDeleteI'm wearing a dumb hat for kids while walking around the store and my mom doesn't notice. One time it was over a foam finger. Styrofoam does it to us too. Or mom will have really loud and smelly farts that she's squeezing off in the isle.
Whatever happens, it's us, reduces to tears, falling over each other laughing while people walk by and stare at us like we're crazy. Cause we are.
awww. my mom and I used to get into those moods too. friends of ours, old family friends, his dad died and then a few years later his mom. they are catholic. my mom is luthern and at the time I was a "total heathen", to quote my mother, and no idea what went on in any church especially the crazy up-down-kneel-call-response craziness in a catholic church. it was hilarious what happened to us, BOTH funeral services and how no one else thought it was funny. it was kinda sad. we knew and liked and were sad at the departure of the dead, but, silly things still happened. side note: men who ask everyone to call them 'father' and wear silly robes don't have much of a sense of humor...
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