and I do.
First: Everything was knitters!
I got to Stitch n' Bitch early, because my class got out early, which generally messed with my schedule, but it was okay, because when I got to the SUB, there was a group of numerous knitters in our usual spot. I was confused, but the back of someone's head looked sort of like Katherine, so I went with it. By the time I realized that I'd just pulled my chair up to a bunch of strangers, it was too late- so I went with it.
1) it turns out strangers are friendly when they knit!
2) it also turns out that these strangers were TLS (or at least part of TLS. I have heard that this is a sorority, but I do not claim to know these things...), and that they had decided to all learn to knit as a group, coincidentally, on the very same night that Stitch n' Bitch meets! It was pretty cool. By the time the rest of Stitch n' Bitch got to the SUB, I had already taught two of the new knitters how to cast on, advised one on yarn choice (fuzzy 'homespun' from walmart maybe not the best choice for a first project...), and taken a commemorative picture for the blog:
We decided to leave them to their group, because they were having a committee meeting, and Jordan thought that might involve 'super secret sorority stuff', which sounded important so I went with it. Speaking of Jordan, she has revolutionized the art of making flowers for a scarf:
|Each color-coded with scientific precision!|
Madeline is making an alpaca hat, having just finished another alpaca hat. (one can never have enough alpaca hats. They're really quite important)
|This week was full of alpaca hats!|
Here is a pretty fantastic basketweave scarf, made by yet another of Woody's yarn-loving friends:
Katherine is plugging along on the second sleeve of her sweater, as I am on the second sleeve of mine. The woe that each of us faces in this process has led me to believe that Second Sock Syndrome is not nearly as horrible as its lesser-known counterpart, Second Sleeve Syndrome. One would think that the prospect of a finished sweater would encourage the affected knitter, but this is often not the case. Often, the knitter is sick of the sweater, and just wants the whole thing to be over, and to be put out of her (or his) misery.
In more exciting news: A hat!
Garfunkel Hat, which is a free pattern and very exciting indeed! I even have a cake of alpaca all ready to be this hat! I do not, however, have a contrasting color, and I cannot break my yarn diet- I've come almost 3.5 months! We'll see. Maybe alpaca doesn't count. We all know it does... Maybe Yarn Diet is not equal to Yarn Starving, and what I'm doing is Yarn Starving. I guess a better term would be Yarn Fast, not yarn diet. At least on a diet, you still get a little bit of food. For the record, Katharine made this particular Garfunkel hat with alpaca yarn from knit picks, although she didn't know what kind. I would venture a guess that it's Andean Treasure, because that's basically the only remotely hat-like alpaca that knit picks sells. I got really excited about this hat (I think you'll agree-for obvious reasons), and this, combined with my horrible enunciation skills, led to half of this post's title : This feels like alpaca turned right around into 'This smells like alpaca'-which I guess is also a thing as well. Sheep has a smell, I don't know why alpaca wouldn't...
The other half of the blog post, was determined by this photo:
|Everything is Knitters!|
Speaking of Jordan, she was having quite the dilemma over a book called 'The Joy of Socks'. She wants, or is going, to make a pair of socks from said book called "Takeout for Two", but didn't understand why this pair of over the knee socks didn't have heels or toes. We hypothesized on the root of this design element. Maybe they are yoga socks? Maybe they are for wearing with shoes that are too small for the added length? Maybe they are for wearing with peep-toe or open toe shoes? All of these are questionable reasons, at best. One thing's for sure, they are definitely for doing sexy poses involving laying down with one's legs sticking straight up in the air, crossed at the ankle. In case anyone needs a more visual explanation of this concept, Woody was willing and happy to oblige: