i love yarn so much!


I have a paper on my summer research due in a few days, which is why I spent the evening knitting.

Last night I went over to Rebekah's to watch CSI and knit and (wee!) check out the new yarn winder. Ohhh, I want one so bad.



Here's three yarns waiting to be started. Front: Celestial Merino Aquarius. This is going to become the convertible mittens from the KnitWit Book.
Right: Gems Opal sport weight merino. I want this to be the turtleneck shrug from the interweave knits scarf book, but then I need two more hanks of the same color. And since I picked this up on a whim in Boston, that's kind of a problem. I really gotta stop picking up random yarns like that!
Back: awful-to-wind latvian mystery yarn. I have no idea what it's weight is and what the gauge is or anything; all I can read on the label is what appears to be the latvian word for yarn. In any case, this guy and his 7 brothers will become a short sleeve sweater from the Vintage Knits book.


For some reason I put off starting projects forever, usually until Rebekah intervenes and tells me to just cast it on already, despite the fact that I haven't finished anything else yet, and despite the fact that I'm unsure about my ability, and all that. It's good to have your enabler living across the street, and it's even better when she is a hurts-so-good knitter, willing to jump into any project, so long as it's not bland, and it rocks when she is well-stocked in knitting books and things like winders, and it doesn't hurt when she also has cable.

Anyways, so with that encouragement, I cast on the mitten.
My 4mm double-pointed needles piss me off, so I decided to teach myself magic loop using my 3.5mm Turbos. Check it out:


That took me a good 40 minutes. Oh well...mittens! I'm excited.

In other news, I've spent a lot of time in the last 2 days shaking my vampire cat off my foot. What the hell is wrong with this cat? He can be so nice and sweet, but then sometimes he likes to just sink his teeth into me. Is this his way of kissing me, or is he planning an overthrow? Pffft....boys.

He can be so sweet, and he can be such a devil.. This morning he actually drew blood, which caused me to trip and step on his foot, which just made him grab on tighter, which made me kick so hard that he took a little flight. Ohhh, that was our worst fight yet. I told him to come back when he's ready to be nice. He crawled under the couch and looked at me like I was the meanest mommy in the world, then curled up to sleep on my Marsupial bag, looking cute and sad. Sigh.

My cat wounds get itchy and bumpy, not unlike mosquito bites. Hm, that can't be good.

Posted: Fri - October 8, 2004 at 08:58 AM        

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