I thought nothing would feed the compulsive itch of “just one more row.”
Dear lords and ladies of the fiber, you must keep me from motifs, be they flowers, paisleys, granny squares or coasters. I start with just one, but in a matter of days I can barely make it out of the front door of my apartment (thankfully as I live on the third floor I can just leap out the window, like the woman in the commercial who doesn’t want to get deoderant stains on her little black dress). Currently, I’m swimming in these Calla purl bee coasters. And granny squares. And some burgundy linen motifs of my own creation for a dress project.
This lace scarf is from the last issue of Interweave. Normally, I would flee from a knitted scarf. While they’re quite useful — nay, necessary — in this climate in the winter, they still bore me to tears. It probably says a lot that I couldn’t even finish my first project. A garter stitch scarf. Still, my swap partner really likes them. And I found this one tolerable. It was nice to have a project that was simple enough to let me watch a few movies that had been languishing on the To Be Watched pile since the crochet bug bit me because, I must admit, as much as I love to crochet, I’m still such a beginner that I have to watch what I’m doing. Which is one thing for certain Spanish and French movies. But it’s not going to work for the Japanese epics I’m so fond of. Yet.
Bringing up the rear is a swatch. I was a good girl. I made one. Mostly because this is a short sleeve sweater I’m designing myself. This was Whim Yarn. I only bought four skeins. I cursed that I only bought four skeins as I ripped out both this and my ribbing swatch in the futile attempt to finish the last little bit of a cap sleeve. Now is not the time to tell me that it wouldn’t have mattered if I had made up some yardage because the sweater needs seaming, ribbing for buttons and overall finishing. Now is not the time to tell me that I’ve skulked around my need for an extra skein (or two!) for just long enough for the dye lot to probably be gone from the yarn shop. Now is the time to tell me to bite the bullet and finish this bad boy.
