I can live with some mistakes.

I was knitting my Evenstar shawl. I was only on clue five and I knew that others were already working on clue seven and the edging. I kept plugging away.

I knew that I knit my towers in an unique manner. I was prepared to call it a design element.

There is another error just before the switch from 280 stitches to 560 stitches but since I had corrected that one with a couple of decreases, I decided it was an acceptable fix.

Then, while I was knitting the seventh row of clue five, I saw it




Back on clue three. I thought about restarting, from the beginning with a different yarn but I will rip.....41 rows ... 21,850 stitches. I will then attempt to pick up those 260 and to find my place on the pattern. Did I put in a "lifeline"? Of course not.

I can live with some mistakes but not with others.

40 grams of yarn, 400 yards and 2 hours later....I'm still working on it.

Searching for the perfect project

I have been ripping out alot of knitting lately...and I mean ALOT. I have been searching for the perfect project and not been succeeding.

I go through my stash and pick the perfect yarn and match it up with the perfect pattern. The next step is to find the perfect needles. They must have a nice point and a smooth join and be the exact right length for the project. Invariably, they are in a WIP and must be rescued from the Bad Knitting Basket.

Once I have all the elements ready, I start knitting.

After I spend one or two afternoons knitting, I realize that once again, I have failed in my quest for the perfect project.


Clapotis was the latest project to earn my disfavor. I love the yarn. Bugga is a wonderful soft yarn and each stitch was a joy to knit.

I was using my favorite ebony needles.

It was the pattern. While I liked the wraps that others had knit, I could not see my self spending another moment on a pattern that I was not enjoying knitting and that would probably not see the light of day once it was finished.

I ripped.

The yarn is now being knit into a Ruby Red. It appears as though it is close enough to perfection to avoid being ripped.

I am now looking at my Cleopatra shawl. Once again, I love the yarn. I'm having fun knitting all the sparkly little beads into the lace, and even though I wasn't using my favorite needles, they were suitable for the project.

The unique shaping that appealed to me before I started now just looks silly.


I don't need a collar on my shawl. If I really did feel that a collar was necessary, I would knit it so that the right side of the collar was the first thing that was seen, not the wrong side.

It is in the Basket now but it will soon revert back to the skein.

It's been five days since I've ripped anything and the fingers are getting itchy. You might want to keep a tight grip on your knitting.

The lost has been found
Flirty Ruffles is back where it belongs....folded up neatly on the shelf with the rest of the shawls.
Actually, I cannot lie. It was there the whole time, tucked under all the other shawls I wasn't wearing, waiting for me to find it. I don't remember putting it there. and I am sure that I looked on that shelf not once, but three times.
Before you ask, I have taken the test.

It Had to Happen

I was was pulling some supplies together for a class I was teaching and had to make several trips into the sewing room.* I was pulling beads and Zephyr and plastic bags. I finally had everything together and was heading down the stairs for the last time when I caught something moving and I turned around to see this.


There it was. The yarn that wanted to be knit and was not happy at being left behind. It jumped off the shelf and was starting to follow me down the stairs.

I will admit that I had laughed at my friend when she had an avalanche in her yarn room. I was sure that I didn't have nearly as much yarn as Crafty Grammy .
I was smug in the knowledge that unlike Knittingrammy I hadn't misplaced my Koigu because I had so much yarn I would loose track of where it was.

And yet, the evidence was there....right behind me. The yarn was tired of waiting and was going to chase me until I cast on a new pair of socks.

Perhaps "Nutkins"

*No sewing occurs in the sewing room. It's more like a giant closet for yarn and books etc. There is a sewing machine in there but it doesn't get pulled out often. When the machine is used, I sew at the Kitchen table. Perhaps it's time to rename the room.