I did some work on the Hanne Flakenberg Plisse jacket on Sunday:
This is the back, or part of it. The texture stitch and the intriguing method of construction keep this project interesting. All for now. But at least I got a bit of knitting done...
Oh, the joys of unlimited knitting that Camp affords... and the woes of massively limited knitting once one returns to the daily routine! My Pelerine has advanced, but no, it is not finished. I keep measuring it, like it will have miraculously grown overnight after only one or two rounds knitted the day prior. I think this is how I occasionally wind up with a too-short sweater/sleeve/mitten/scarf/what-have-you. At Camp, Janine had a wonderful gauge measurer that prevented the dreaded if-I-stretch-it-a-bit-the-gauge-will-be-what-I-want-it-to-be syndrome. (I need this tool.) My variation is, if I keep measuring and stretching it, it will be the length I want it to be. Sadly, this never works, but my self-deception grows as my desire to finish a project climbs. Perhaps because, with lace, stretching is what will happen to the object, eventually, when it is blocked and the lace opens up. Hm, is this why I love lace so much?? Here is Miss Pelerine, relax...
I have been traveling, which should have provided for extra knitting time. It did, and then it didn't. I went to Colorado for my (USAFA) son's Parents Weekend, and the weather was mostly 89 or so each day. Dry or not, it wasn't the weather to knit (outside) on pretty much anything. I tried, really I did. The cadet at the football game was like, "What is that??" about the knitting project-small lace shawl- I was bringing into the game. But it was too dad-blamed hot, I just couldn't do it. (Besides I wanted to see my handsome boy) Luckily, I had a four hour flight *to* Colorado, and I got a ton done on my Pelerine: when I landed I only had a third of the bottom edge left to cast off. So-- I finished my Pelerine on Thursday, 31 August!! Yay! Casting off on the airplane... Laid out to dry (pseudo-blocking) on the hotel floor Modeled by my daughter OK, so I have no idea if that video will play. Apparently I can still be ya...
Hi. Yup, me again. Really? What is going on here, Maggie? Three posts in as many days? Well. It might have something to do with the fact my husband and two of my children (aged 18 son, aged 16 daughter- yep- the one who just spent a month off the grid backpacking in Wyoming, that one)-- anyway, that those three are in Guatemala City on a missions trip. Now, mostly this is great: I can knit freely; fling my closet contents all over the place to figure out what really needs to be in there, or not; spread my stash around without fear of that face my husband gets when he sees its extent; overdose on Fixer Upper (my secret obsession); read without that nagging sense of the mess waiting for me in the kitchen/laundry room/refrigerator-- whatever. But also, since this town is pretty quiet in the summer, I can get wicked bored ... OK, maybe lonely-- perhaps that is why my dog dragged cardboard under the dining room table to gnaw on-- boredom/loneliness? She's an Australian Sh...
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