Ah yes, knitter's speak. A FO is a Finished Object, the stark contrast to a UFO, or UnFinished Object.
I really tried to knit from my stash this year, and I did a great job until Kate Davies' Rams and Yowes caught my eye. Well, if that wasn't an impulse purchase, I don't know what is. I started off fast and furious, made a few mistakes, pulled back a ton of work, and there the project languishes. I vowed if I knit just 2 rows a day, I'd be done in 2 months' time. That's not a terrifying commitment, yet it's not happening. Maybe today, maybe today, is the optimistic battle cry of a rejected project. After all, when all else fails, there's always hope. I cling to that like a shipwreck victim clings to driftwood.
I do admit to having a gray mohair pullover in the trunk of the car. It got cast on in a flurry, and it's nearly completed, and I don't really know what my excuse is for not finishing it. Maybe it's become a fixture in the car, and seeing it in the trunk warms my heart with potential? I don't know, but what I do know is there should be a specialization in psychology expressly for knitters. I'd sign up for intense therapy immediately.
On the positive side, Eric's Lopi fits my father like it was made for him. The sleeve length is perfect, the look is perfect, and my father loves it. Again, putting in the zipper took a leap of faith:
Some people might say, "why bother"? And it's true - why bother? But then again, that philosophy can be applied to so many things in life. Just call me a nit-picking over-achiever. I wear that title with pride, dammit.
To give you an idea, here's a look at the inside before adding the trim:
Moving onto other projects. I started off the year with the Cabled Buttoned Wrap designed by Plymouth Yarn Design Studio. Inspired by a fellow knitter from our knitter's group, I cast on the exact same project with the exact same yarn and the exact same needles, and should have had the exact same outcome. Alas. I knit a lot tighter than dear Maureen, and with that tension, my shawl didn't have the same drape. Lookie here:
I was disappointed, and wanted to frog the entire thing and knit it again with larger needles. I thought of blocking it to oblivion and beyond. In an epiphany, Maureen tried my shawl on, and preferred my tension over hers. She's shorter and her shawl overwhelmed her. So, we did a trade. I took Maureen's shawl, Maureen took my shawl, and both of us wear each others' shawls with pride. I gave Maureen her buttons back, since she had spent a small ransom on them, and then I dispatched my BFF Elaine to the wool store to find some buttons, because I hadn't had any luck finding something apropos. This is what Elaine came up with:
Drops Alpaca in Denim 8120) is anything but. Little threads of red and brown interspersed through the wool gives a beautiful depth and neutrality.
Now. Sometimes we procrastinate about a project, just because we're not quite happy with what the instructions tell us to do. I knit this little Lopi purse to match my Lopi Aftur sweater:
A few weeks ago, I headed over to a new LYS (local yarn store, for those not familiar with knittingese), and came across these beauties:
Here's a look at the inside. These handles by Sage Luxury might be expensive (gulp, I'll admit they cost me $55 CAD), but they finish the project off beautifully and are worth the money. The quality is most definitely there. So much so, I went back and bought another pair in black... I'm not sure if I'll keep the dark brown on this purse, or switch them out for the black pair, I suppose it will all depend on what I knit next.
Again, because I'm in love, here's another view:
And, now for the pièce de résistance. I actually finished the BMF. (Use your imagination - this one I made up, B stands for Black, and the rest I'll let you figure out).
Black MoFo is donedonedone.
So there you have it. My knitterly friends will know whereof I speak when I say procrastination is a necessary part of the creative process. The rest of you should be so lucky.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
March also features Eric's birthday, and the honours go to me for opening the party season with a big bash. It always seems to take me a few days to get the house in order, prep my plan, and let the good times roll. A good time was had by all, once again, and I drift on the fumes of "hostess with the mostess" for at least a week longer. Once my light-headedness wears off, it's back to the old grind again.