Crying in my mohair
Well, it was bound to happen. With no stitch counts to check my work, I screwed it all up. I'd show you a picture of what it looks like, but that would be pretty much consist of taking a picture of a skein of yarn and well, you know what that looks like. So, last night I figured out all the stitch counts of the next 50 rows. Hey, I told you guys I was a freak. But, in doing that I learned where stitch markers could go so that won't screw it up again. And I can obsessively count to my hearts delight.
bitching and complaining
twiddling my thumbs for the rest of the night, I finally believe I have mastered socks on circulars. Illanna
lent me her book and I've been futzing around with it for months. Please allow me to give you a HUGE hint. When Cat says don't waste your time with anything but Addi Turbos, she was not kidding. I tried my trusty Susan Bates and the wench let me down. The tiny stitches hung up on the join every freaking time I moved them across. So, I hauled it out to Fiber Factory
last night and dropped $25 for my newfound love. Wow...they are the crack of needles, let me tell you. The joins could make a girl cry. The cord is beautiful (no more bowls of hot water) and they fit in my hands perfectly. I still believe that there is a needle (ghetto or not, huh Sarah?) for every project and it doesn't matter what they cost. I love my Clover bamboo needles and my Boye 8 from Sarah. But for socks...oh wow. Think I can sell off the 2 cats that kept me up most of the week to buy a complete set of Addis?
Posted by Heather at 8:16 AM