As soon as I finished the bright red Fetchings featured in yesterday's post, I cast on some for myself. The first one took about 20 seconds. Well, actually, it took one evening. The second took the rest of the week. Since these were knit from Plymouth Boku, a long-color-change yarn, I decided I wanted the stripes of the second one to match the first.
After starting and frogging twice, I gave up on that idea. Apparently the stripe sequence is not consistent. Or is so long that it doesn't necessarily repeat within a skein. My efforts were complicated by the fact that I cannot count rounds nor remember exactly how I screwed up the pattern what I did on the first mitt.
Anyway, here they are in all their non-matchy-matchiness.
The yarn is rather scratchy, but that does not matter because I plan to wear these over my leather gloves for extra warmth when the temperatures once again dip into Cold-Depths-Of-Hell-range. With luck that may not happen again this winter, but I am oh-so-ready for it next year. My gloves are dark brown and my coat is brick red; I think these will look quite *fetching* with them. Yeah, I crack myself up.
Yarn: Plymouth Boku, 38g (~80 yds)
Needles: Knit Picks Options US#5 circ, Magic Loop.
Pattern: Fetching from Knitty.com.
Mods: I cast on 35 st instead of 45 and used a slightly smaller needle.
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The kittehs have been staying close to my office window.
The birds have re-discovered the feeder that hangs on the deck railing in front of the window, and the felines have re-discovered the birds. Kittehs are looking mighty lazy here, but they are very, very alert when there are birds on the feeder. Hannibal can only stand it for a certain length of time; then he has to attack, forgetting every damned time that he cannot pounce through the window. Although he tries. And every time he tries, a pile of carefully sorted papers flies off the desk -- arrrggghhhh!
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We had unseasonably warm weather earlier last week. Lots of melting occurred.
That's the platform in front of the garage. The first day after the melt, I attempted to walk from the front door (off to the left, out of the photo) to my yellow car. I made it around the blue car at the left of the photo. Then I had to cross four feet of slightly sloping driveway with nothing to hold on to.
I could not do it.
Every time I took a step, I would slide downhill. I tried several times, same result. Even when I stood perfectly still I slid downhill. So I gave up and walked -- very, very carefully -- back into the house. If I couldn't walk to the car, there was no way I could drive up the hill.
Such is life in the wild...
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- Be mine :: Valentine
- Ecstatic :: happy
- Orderly :: hospital
- Sebastian :: teddy bear
- Sore :: back
- Don’t need :: no stinkin' badges
- Rockstar :: Cathy-Cate
- Tinfoil :: hat
- Addiction :: coffee
- Where? :: is my head?
