Up Knit Creek

Sunday, May 07, 2006


The lack of posts this week has been down to the fact that I am sulking, big time. My knitting hates me and doesn't want to play any more and keeps on laughing at me so instead of trying to put on a brave face I am sulking. Despite lots of frantic knitting this week I've got very little to show for it. The Rock Star cardi was finished on Wednesday morning, but it started being really nasty to me straight away and when I tried it on, it just laughed and laughed and laughed. Why? Because it is miles too big for me, that's why, and it thinks that is hilarious as I spent so much time knitting a tension square that turned out to be completely useless. The yarn I used was recycled from a jumper that my mum knitted over 10 years ago and I have no idea what it is made of - I guess there must be quite a large proportion of acrylic in it which did not respond well to very hot steam blocking. The upshot of this is that the rock star traitor cardi has gone to live with MIL. I don't even have a photo. I will knit another (in the right tension and size this time) but I need time to lick my wounds before I embark on number two.

After that upsetting episode, I decided to start the Sunrise Circle jacket. I knitted a tension square and was spot on with stitches but a little off with rows. Unfortunately, the row count is crucial to this design so all this (yes, all of it)
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has to visit the frog pond.
I have knitted another tension square with 4mm needles instead of 4.5mm, and am still spot on with the stitches but the rows, again, are a little out. If I drop another needle size, I might get the correct row count, but the stitch count will be wrong. I rather foolishly thought that this Colinette was my friend, but even she is laughing at me too!
I am beginning to feel rather paranoid that I am never going to finish anything that will be remotely wearable, except by aliens with 10 feet long arms. The last item of clothing that I finished was this which is the right size but I don't like it!! (Too frou-frou for me).

On a slightly more positive note, we all went to London on Bank Holiday Monday. OH & I did the National Gallery while the girls (and their friend Mark) did Tate Modern (as well as some sights of PPOI* - Camden and South Ken tube). We also had lunch in Covent Garden and wandered around Regent St and Piccadilly. I had forgotten how many foreigners there are in London - we were in Trafalgar Square and heard lots of other languages but hardly any English. (This is not a criticism, merely an observation). I used to find it quite amusing to pretend to be French when I was a student in London but these days I wouldn't get a second glance; how times change.

A bientot, je dois faire le frog!

* Placebo Places Of Importance


  • I always try to tell myself that every mistake made is a lesson learned and that I'll have the benefit of never doing it again. It doesn't really help, but it keeps me from impaling myself on the needles... Hang in there!

    By Blogger Sheepish Annie, at 11:06 pm  

  • I hate it when that happens. I still have a wrap cardi in GGH kid mohair that I consigned to the naughty pile last summer - I swear it's still giggling at me! It will be punished until it promises complete obedience to my will.

    By Blogger peri, at 12:51 pm  

  • OMG! Do you really have to frog Sunrise?

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:15 pm  

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