Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Is this what they mean when they say "Grow a pair"??

So when knitting takes over your life it is bound by law to continue on to other fiber addictions. I am pleased to say that I have a new one to keep my knitting addiction company.

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My balls.... of roving.

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My bottom Whorl drop spindle.

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My first finished product.

Spudknit (otherwise known as my 1:00 Wed friend) and I went to a Fiber fest on Saturday. I was so overwhelmed with joy and excitement! Everything was a blur of color. It was like a feast for the senses. Touch, smell, sight. I seriously felt like it was the happiest place on Earth. So much for Disney land, that is where I want to go when I die.

Did I think I would get out of there without a new habit? NOOO.. But I went anyway. I went home after a short lesson on drop spindling. Spudknit went to the library and learned more, then shared her knowledge with me once again.

I began spindling. Then I washed my product in hot water and set it out to dry. I could hardly wait for it to dry, and as soon as it was I dyed it.... with Crystal light... HEY, you CAN do anything with fiber. This fiber is not only beautiful, it is zero calories. I am now happily knitting it into a beautiful headband.

AND as always.. the socks:

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My husbands "business" socks. I have no idea how one could do business in something so soft and heavenly. I would not be able to concentrate on a rigid task such as work.


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My "gay pride" *giggle* socks. I thought they looked like a tropical fish, but as I knit the product was not what I was expecting. They took me a bit to love, but as soon as I put them on my feet.... Well you know how love works.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

The beast has been slayed!!!!

I fought, I cried, I threw many fits, and then I FINISHED! This Afghan has nearly been the death of me the last several days. I had to keep going, I knew I did... but it was so very, very hard. I think the knit goblins kept coming in and violently ripping out and hour or two of my hard work and then nicely replacing the needles so that there was no proof. My children were also against me. They still believe that they need to be feed even when I am knitting. Can you believe that?? The nerve.. BUT in the end I won. Well except for the loverly dropped stitch you can clearly see in the picture. At first I said "You are KIDDING me.. then I said.. That gives it character so I simply can't try to pick it up. That would just be wrong.
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And here is one that I just love in the same pattern. Though I will never work with acrylic again unless forced.
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AND in some of the best news EVER.. my son, the child of my loins. One of the three most amazing things I have ever made has decided to knit. I am so proud. I taught him yesterday and he has spent many a minute working on it. With his extremely short attention span this is saying something. I also taught him to crochet because the two needles were hard for him to keep a hold of. (note to die hard knitters: I do not condone this behaviour, but if he can gain a love for yarn.. well you see) I could not be more proud than I am. If he told me he was running for president or going to be a Doctor it would not compare to this.
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