Knit, knit, purl, purl
So! A new post, a new project. So it would seem anyway.
I'm so, so, so, super excited. Where before I was all nervous about ribbing (I kept forgetting to pull the yarn in front of the needles for purl, pull to the back for knit) I have gotten the hang of it. There is a soothing rhythm to knitting ribbing. I like it. I like it a lot. I like that I can see very quickly if I've made errors. I like that it's teaching me what a stitch is supposed to look like, and that I now can tell without studying it whether it is backwards or twisted, and therefore wrong. I don't know why it clicked but all of a sudden, like the sound the knitting needles make, it did.
I've started (and made quite a bit of headway) with a nice ribbed scarf that I will offer to Donna for her birthday in a few weeks. Tricky is making a knitted project for your roommate. As it is, she knows I'm making something for her cause everytime she knocks on my door I shove the yarn and needles under blankets or the bed or in a bag. She originally suspected that I was ashamed of knitting.
Ha! Ha ha!
Of course, she's clever and caught on a few hours later. Curses.
Since I started on Saturday afternoon, I am about a quarter of the way through this scarf. Next will come a matching hat. I know it's summer. I know this. But can I be blamed if her birthday falls in the summer? No, no I can't. And she will like it.
I hope she doesn't find this blog though. I doubt it, since she's a non-Internet person, but you just never know with her. She might see this and just not say anything. She's crafty that way. As it stands she doesn't know it exists. I think.
Publicity isn't always a good thing, you know.
I'm so, so, so, super excited. Where before I was all nervous about ribbing (I kept forgetting to pull the yarn in front of the needles for purl, pull to the back for knit) I have gotten the hang of it. There is a soothing rhythm to knitting ribbing. I like it. I like it a lot. I like that I can see very quickly if I've made errors. I like that it's teaching me what a stitch is supposed to look like, and that I now can tell without studying it whether it is backwards or twisted, and therefore wrong. I don't know why it clicked but all of a sudden, like the sound the knitting needles make, it did.
I've started (and made quite a bit of headway) with a nice ribbed scarf that I will offer to Donna for her birthday in a few weeks. Tricky is making a knitted project for your roommate. As it is, she knows I'm making something for her cause everytime she knocks on my door I shove the yarn and needles under blankets or the bed or in a bag. She originally suspected that I was ashamed of knitting.
Ha! Ha ha!
Of course, she's clever and caught on a few hours later. Curses.
Since I started on Saturday afternoon, I am about a quarter of the way through this scarf. Next will come a matching hat. I know it's summer. I know this. But can I be blamed if her birthday falls in the summer? No, no I can't. And she will like it.
I hope she doesn't find this blog though. I doubt it, since she's a non-Internet person, but you just never know with her. She might see this and just not say anything. She's crafty that way. As it stands she doesn't know it exists. I think.
Publicity isn't always a good thing, you know.
posted by Thérèse at 5:34 p.m.
3 Comments:
ah, the zen of k2p2. it gets mind-numbing, actually. but ribbing is a great choice for a scarf. i'm sure donna will luv it.
so do you really want to knit a toilet paper cosy with me?
Zen is indeed the word. I think ribbing is really beautiful. I'm sure I'll get tired of it after a while, but I already know what my next project will be: this. (Ahem.)
And yes. I think knitting a toilet paper cosy would be stinking hilarious. How will we coordinate this across the distance?
reeeelly? the irish hiking scarf? spiffy! what colors?
stinking hilarious, absolutely. the operative word being "stinking".
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