I never intended for this to become a quarterly blog. Really, I didn’t.
The thing is, the one thing that has been a constant in this still developing new life of mine is my knitting. I just have been hard-pressed to find time to photograph and write about it amid all the other chronicling, organizing, decision-making and traveling that over-fill my days, not to mention the owl-hours.
I think about this owl box with guilt even as I post over on Owl Manor.
I won’t claim that I have made one iota of progress clearing the blocking runway. That will have to change soon, as my Rhinebeck projects will need to jump the queue to be shipped off to Spirit Trail Fiberworks for display. Maybe then I will take advantage of a cleared guest room to address the rest. Maybe not. You’ll want to bet the “under” on that one, to be sure.
the needles in the car, about to be frogged. The colorway is Autumn Aurora, lovely deep blue violets. Arbutus is a terrific pattern for a single skein of Birte, and it has a really nifty design for those of us who lack swanlike necks. Through the magic of short rows, the cowl is divided into three joined rings of graduated size. This allows for the back to not get too bulky on the neck, and the front to drape nicely.
So why the frogging? It was just too dense for my liking. Generally speaking, gauge doesn’t matter a lot with cowls ~ as long as you can get them over your head, that is. Birte is a little lighter than the original yarn the pattern was written for, and I was playing around with needle size. In doing so, it was clear that while the US 6 produced a nice springy fabric, it wasn’t the one I was trying to achieve.
When in doubt, rip it out. No harm, no foul. We’ll try again on my Signature circs in US 7, which I tend to knit a little looser with than the Addi lace-tips I had handy the first time around.
Because it has been so very long, I owe you all a look at my greatest, and lifelong WIP, too. Here is Darling Girl last week, on
the eve of her last day in preschool, decorating every single one of the cupcakes she baked. She grew almost three inches and two shoe sizes over the summer. (This resulted in much unscheduled shopping since she outgrew fall clothing without ever wearing it! Another reason for my blogging fail.) She does love to bake, and to watch Jacques Pepin. Go figure. Must be Owl’s genes. I can’t wait until we have a real kitchen to work in.
DG started kindergarten this week ~ and what a grown-up she became overnight. I am not sure I can handle this.
All the more reason to keep the needles ~ and the camera ~ at hand.