NOW YOU SEE IT











AND NOW YOU DON'T!



This is one of many projects that were started and then ripped out. Since January, Tuscany, Juno, Lacy Lattice, Mystic Light, Gothic leaves have been started and then ripped out when I decided that I didn't like the yarn for the project, the pattern, or the needles or some other unknown reason.  Secret of the Stole will probably meet the same fate.  I also restarted Waves in the Square but at least I finished that one while the desire to finish it was stronger than the desire to rip.

Socks have been knit and ripped as well. Thistle is back in the closet in a nice neat ball of yarn. Beaudelaire was reduced to a pile of yarn this morning.  Monkey is hanging on by a thread.

I'm beginning to think I have lost my Knitting MoJo.  I haven't lost my need to add to my stash of yarn or patterns but I almost think I could just sit in front of the TV and actually watch it rather than listening to it while knitting.

I don't like feeling this way.  I enjoy knitting and I enjoy finishing projects.  I love the feel of a new pair of socks.  I love unpinning a new lace shawl and seeing the open lace that was a crumpled mess before it was blocked.

The cure might be drastic.  I think I'll go reorganise my yarn and wait until it speaks to me. 

WHERE IS THE SUN???
I'm sick of the snow and cold weather. I'm also fairly sure this is going to be one of those years in which we go from freezing cold temps to blazing hot with no spring in between.
Spring is the perfect season for wearing new shawls....like Phoenex Rising.
I am finished. I had plans to be finished about three weeks earlier but forces (family) conspired against me. Every time I planned to spend the day knitting, DD#1 would show up with the Little Dude and I would have to spend time watching him exploring the house, learning to stand and laughing at his reflection in the mirror. What a hardship!
Year of Lace Project #1
Sivia Harding pattern -Phoenix Rising
Claudia Hand paint silk Lace - Make 1 Colorway
I used smaller beads from my stash.

Since the cold weather is going to be sticking around for another week or longer, it's a good thing I finished D's socks too. He actually had the nerve to complain that the last one's were itchy so these ones knit out of Tofutsies should get lots of wear.

One of those days...
I thought that yesterday would be a normal day, running an errand or two, going to work, sipping on a glass of wine after work....a well planned enjoyable day. Obviously, I did something to screw up my Karma.
In the morning, I loaded my car with all my recycling. There is a depot on the way to work and it has been easy in the past to stop by, unload and then go home to a clean garage. All the big green bins have been moved. It appears as though the depot has become a victim of more construction in Bridgeland. (I'm actually afraid to drive down that road again , just in case it were there and I was driving by too fast to notice)
I phoned a another YOL knitter to help her interpret the edging pattern on the Phoenix Rising shawl. While talking with her, I realised that I had made a mistake in the way I had read the pattern...20 rows back...20 long rows....at least 10 hours of knitting. Everyone, and I mean everyone told me to leave it. A blind man galloping by on a horse wouldn't see it. It was a design change. If I wasn't going to enter it into the Stampede, no one would notice that it was different. It bugged me. I thought about it all day long.
The knitters came for S'nB and Trish had made the run at the Sushi restaurant. I had just started to enjoy a tasty order of Tempura before I had a glass of wine and finished D's socks. The styrofoam container slipped off my lap and landed upside down on the floor. A more prepared blogger would have the camera ready and taken a picture, but I was to busy cursing.
I went home in defeat, with my old newspapers and tin cans still in my car. The wine would have to wait. I had a shawl to rip. By midnight I had all the stitches back on the needle and had re knit the first row. Everyone was right. I should have left it.
Today will be better.