Living between two houses and just generally being on the move means that sometimes I forget details.
Sometimes I even forget REALLY important details, like my knitting.
A couple of weeks ago I left the socks on the go at work and only discovered the loss when I got to TOF's 25k away.
And there was no knitting on the needles at TOF's and there was no spare yarn in the car or the emergency drawer.
A hunt around revealed a small amount of sock yarn left over from a matinee jacket. I had sock needles and 39 grams of yarn. And the thought of another pair of baby socks wasn't doing it for me.
Thank the knitting goddesses for Ravelry. Soon I had cast on the Work Mini-Mitts by Rachel Maxson and the first was all but finished in a short evening.
You would think that would be the end of it. But not.
My lack of attention to detail revealed itself in the morning when I went to knit the thumb. The designer had omitted that detail from the pattern and I hadn't read the pattern through before casting on.
I guess I should be relieved that I'm not the only one who can forget important stuff.
I made up the thumb, badly as it turned out. Apart from the rather loose thumbs, the mitts are far too skimpy for my liking but I finished the things and they'll get used. And until next time, I'll remember to pay attention to the details.
Right and wrong don't apply to knitting patterns. You drop stitches or you don't, that's all. Amy Witting, "Isobel on the Way to the Corner Shop".
I acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the ACT, the Ngunnawal people. I acknowledge and respect their continuing culture and the contribution they make to the life of this city and this region.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
12 in 12 January Update
No clothes purchased. None, nil, nada... Doing the happy dance of thrift!
I've been looking as usual, but nothing has presented itself as worthy.
I have made myself a shawl as a layering piece for at home in winter, so while it is new it is exempt as it's handmade and totally from stash.
There has also been more disposal of clothing. I cannot believe there is still stuff I don't wear or don't like in the wardrobe, but it there is.
I'd been holding on to a couple of pairs of three-quarter length jeans for a while but wasn't wearing them because I didn't really like them on. I have one pair that just keeps being worn and washed and worn again and really need two pairs for summer. Problem is, I've not found another pair I like as much so had a bit of a rethink about why I like to wear denim cut offs - they are cooler than jeans but just as durable and work with my tee shirts and tops. So now my long eschewed knee-length denim skirt is back in rotation and the unloved trews have gone back to the op shop.
And while I was at it, some unflattering tops and a couple of sentimentally kept kilts left the house as well.
The black tee-shirts are starting to show definite signs of wear, though. They will last this warm season, but not another. Some have already migrated from the suitable for work pile, to the at home only pile.
I've been looking as usual, but nothing has presented itself as worthy.
I have made myself a shawl as a layering piece for at home in winter, so while it is new it is exempt as it's handmade and totally from stash.
There has also been more disposal of clothing. I cannot believe there is still stuff I don't wear or don't like in the wardrobe, but it there is.
I'd been holding on to a couple of pairs of three-quarter length jeans for a while but wasn't wearing them because I didn't really like them on. I have one pair that just keeps being worn and washed and worn again and really need two pairs for summer. Problem is, I've not found another pair I like as much so had a bit of a rethink about why I like to wear denim cut offs - they are cooler than jeans but just as durable and work with my tee shirts and tops. So now my long eschewed knee-length denim skirt is back in rotation and the unloved trews have gone back to the op shop.
And while I was at it, some unflattering tops and a couple of sentimentally kept kilts left the house as well.
The black tee-shirts are starting to show definite signs of wear, though. They will last this warm season, but not another. Some have already migrated from the suitable for work pile, to the at home only pile.
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