It’s Knit Night. Or, more properly, Late Night Knitting at the Sow’s Ear. We’re having a membership drive for the Hog-n-Blog contingent, so if you’re an area knitblogger you should make your presence known. Tonight will be a special night. ‘Nuff said!
And just in case you think Verona is too far to drive, I’m driving an hour each way to attend. It is worth every mile (although this time I *must* remember to get coffee before I head home). So it’s not as much that you’re “local” as you may consider yourself “within range.”
Not much new knitting. Work continues a(slow)pace on the Ravenclaw goods, and Crafty Peach assures me I have indeed performed some type of crochet stitch. She’s a goddess who truly knows without seeing. Anyway, for the benefit of the Hog-n-Bloggers, I put the tiny ball of yarn, swatch, and wooden hook into a little baggie to bring tonight. It occurred to me as I was doing this that I should label it “Exhibit A.”
Oh yeah, I did start on that Harlot One-Row (She calls it the one-row handspun scarf, if you’re looking for the pattern at her blog) scarf. It’s not so reversible when you put in stripes, but I like it because it won’t curl. And the way it shows up the “purl bloops” makes me wonder what it would look like if you alternated colors every row. I think it would look almost like a slip-stitch, but I’ll try that out later.
The Christmas knitting seems like it’s all going to get done in time. Now I just have to figure out when I’ll finish four quilts and knit several pairs of mittens. I have a small herd of alpaca yarn and I’m thinking that 100 percent alpaca mittens for myself, in a very chocolate-y colorway, might be an extremely nice present to myself.
Familywise, keep Tom in your thoughts today. He has an appointment with another specialist who wants to figure out why he’s so small and behind the curve. My little man needs some more folks on his team. Rest assured he isn’t in any health crisis, but he just has a lot of catching up to do.
AND — wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, my van is fixed. Transmission. Battery. Tie rod ends. Coolant leak. Blower. Thermostat. Spark plugs. I can now transport everyone across the county for no reason. And gas is $3.25 a gallon at the nearest station. When did that happen?
See you tonight. If you’re the shy type, just look around for my Ravelry avatar on one of the tables. You could even flash the Ravelry “gang sign” if you like.