Sorry to myself for not writing more. I actually think about the blog every day but am usually up to my elbows in small children and mundane household needs. I think the real kicker was Elinor started walking in December and now I am like a circus conductor with the 1 year old, 5 year old, 2 year old GSD, and 2 cranky cats.
In the past two months I have knit myself a pair of Elizabeth Zimmermann’s mitered mittens, finished my Jaywalkers, finished the entrelac scarf (today!), and ripped out the green socks for Elinor, who is growing faster than I can knit. And walking, so she needs non-skid socks.
(I’ve screwed up my camera card and so pics of the scarf will have to wait.)
I also took part in the Knitting Olympics (Yarn Harlot and Ravlery). I wanted to make my Ribby Cardi finally. I cruised along for the first 14 days or so. I wasn’t going to earn the gold because work was jerk again and a project overran (and is still overrunning) its schedule, eating up a lot of my personal time. But I was having loads of fun watching winter sports, rooting for various people, kvetching about NBC’s broadcast, and knitting when possible. I knit the back of my sweater and half of one of the front pieces.
Then disaster struck. And I do mean disaster. As in airlifted off the ski-run.
Two of my adult sweaters – the Must Have Cardi (my first adult sweater) and the Urban Aran Cardi (Matt’s birthday sweater) – were felted in a tragic dryer accident. I discovered what happened right before I went to bed and so cried myself to sleep, I am not ashamed to say. There was a lot of work and love in those sweaters. For three-quarters of the next day, I was just flattened, numb, mourning. It felt weird to hurt so much because ultimately these things are replaceable; they’re not living creatures. As deeply as I sank in sadness, I did bounce back quickly. The kids got me laughing late in the day and we played a silly game (omigod, watching Elinor try to do the same things her brother was doing so that she could play too! Priceless!) and after that it wasn’t so bad anymore.
Unfortunately, I could not find solace in my Ribby Cardi in progress because I had some doubts about the fit but kept telling myself, “It’s not your only handknit cardigan so it’s okay.” Oops. I went for a smaller size so that all of my sweaters would not be huge and swimmy on me. But the gauge swatch lied to me and the sweater came out even smaller. I am going to rip it all out and restart. It’s a relaxing knit so I don’t mind redoing but I always need some distance before a big frogging. I spent the remainder of the Olympics tinkering away on the scarf and a (another!) birthday gift.
I did get a beautiful Smartwool henley sweater from Matt in condolence for my loss. And the weather is warming. The bulbs are beginning to peek out of the mud. There is so much to look forward to.