My name is Emily, and I'm a knitaholic.
Yesterday was a fun day at the shop. My partners in crime yarnselling got me a cake and a card and refused to permit me blow out a candle because they didn't want me to breathe on the cake and infect them. Aw, how sweet. It was a sale day, I ended up having 3 classes to teach instead of my original 2, I didn't get to sit down between 10a-4:30p, but then I got to leave an hour early so I didn't have to mop. Happy birthday to me, indeed.
Made one purchase for myself, thanks to the generous giftcard I got from Victoria: A pair of 40" size 2 circular needles. So I came home from work yesterday, dragged out some fingering weight yarn from my stash, and taught myself how to knit magic loop toe-up socks. Which have just about the coolest cast-on method I've ever seen.
Stayed up way too late last night to work on them, and actually managed to turn the heel with minimal carnage, thanks to my recent discovery that I've been doing my wrap-and-turns wrong this whole time.
Self striping yarn is so cool.
And the Orange Cat would care to announce before I knit any further that he approves of the sock.
Aside from avoiding getting smacked with the One-Sock Curse again, I now understand why they recommend knitting both socks at the same time. I haven't been counting my rows since I can slip the sock on to see if it fits, so when I go to make the second sock I'm not positive it'll turn out the same size. Oh, well. Maybe I can wear it mismatched with the other mateless sock I knit almost two years ago.
I leave you with this small scene to give you an insight into my addiction:
Lesley: [coming in the room with a chai tea latte and a chocolate croissant with a lit candle on top] Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Emily, happy birthday to you.
Me: Let me just finish this row.
In my own defense, I only had a few more stitches left...
Made one purchase for myself, thanks to the generous giftcard I got from Victoria: A pair of 40" size 2 circular needles. So I came home from work yesterday, dragged out some fingering weight yarn from my stash, and taught myself how to knit magic loop toe-up socks. Which have just about the coolest cast-on method I've ever seen.
Stayed up way too late last night to work on them, and actually managed to turn the heel with minimal carnage, thanks to my recent discovery that I've been doing my wrap-and-turns wrong this whole time.
Self striping yarn is so cool.
And the Orange Cat would care to announce before I knit any further that he approves of the sock.
Aside from avoiding getting smacked with the One-Sock Curse again, I now understand why they recommend knitting both socks at the same time. I haven't been counting my rows since I can slip the sock on to see if it fits, so when I go to make the second sock I'm not positive it'll turn out the same size. Oh, well. Maybe I can wear it mismatched with the other mateless sock I knit almost two years ago.
I leave you with this small scene to give you an insight into my addiction:
Lesley: [coming in the room with a chai tea latte and a chocolate croissant with a lit candle on top] Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Emily, happy birthday to you.
Me: Let me just finish this row.
In my own defense, I only had a few more stitches left...