Look! Another post! Looking ahead at my weekend, I realize it's probably now or never. Younger Daughter turns eleven today, which means a small slumber party - we're taking what Older Daughter used to call a "giggle of girls" out to the movies, then pizza, then sleeping over (four in total, including Younger Daughter, so not too bad at all). Tomorrow will be recovery time, and then on Sunday, there's a feis in Orange County.
I can't believe it's been eleven years since Younger Daughter was born. I lay in bed this morning, at 7:30, thinking that eleven years ago at that time, I had just gotten to the hospital, and the nurse had just called my doctor, and I was just hearing her say, "If you want to see this baby arrive, you need to get here now." She did (barely), and Rick caught the baby, and we had our second daughter. She was late, and when she decided it was time, she came fast and crazy and she made us all happy, and come to think of it, that pretty much sums her up.
I'm still plugging away on the last of the really big hanging projects for work. I'm making progress, but all of the writing that I'm doing seems to be totally sapping any creativity or decision-making ability that I might possess, so while I'm dying to cast on for something new, I can't seem to commit to anything.
So I did what any knitter might do in a moment of ditheringness; I cast on for a washcloth. I should note that I have never in my life knitted a washcloth. I wung it. It's a miracle that I even had cotton in my stash, but I'd seen some tempting little cakes of yarn when I was in Santa Rosa a few weeks ago, and decided to buy a couple, so I used one of those.
Be Sweet Bambino Taffy (in the French Revolution colorway); it's a cotton/bamboo blend (70/30), 100 yards to the cake, and I used almost all of it. I cast on 90 stitches, then mitered away, decreasing on either side of the center until I had nothing. I left the last stitch live, then picked up stitches all around the edge and knitted a row before casting off to get the red border. I then cast off all but the last three stitches, and knitted a length of i-cord. When I'd had enough of that, I looped the i-cord over and knitted it to the washcloth, then knitted those three stitches together, and pulled the end through, and bob's your uncle - washcloth!
The yarn comes from a women's cooperative in South Africa (that's the link to their site above), and it's a really lovely soft yarn, with some thick and thin that adds an interesting texture. I didn't block the washcloth (which could also be used as a small kitchen hand towel - and might be), figuring it's going to get wet soon enough, so I'm not sure how much the stitch texture might even out once it's been through the washer. The one thing that surprised me, and that I'm still not sure what I think about, is that the color changes do not come about because of the dyeing, but because one color of yarn is knotted to the next. I chose to just knit along and incorporate the knot, but I suppose, if one didn't mind dealing with ends, one could also unknot the yarn and start a new color. As I said, I'm not sure what I think about that - I think that, if I'd known, it wouldn't feel like a big deal, but it somehow came as a surprise.
So, that's my project for the week. I'm still plugging away sporadically at the sweater about which I cannot yet post. The yarn for that one (Mary Lou asked last time) is Fibranatura Flax, in the Wild Lime colorway. I say again that I think it'll be a really wearable sweater, once I get through it. It's just the yarn that's killing me. I'm seriously tempted to cast on for another little sweater, something summery and short-sleeved, like this one, just to take the edge off. I may even have bought the pattern. And I do have the yarn. I have eight balls of the off-white Plymouth Yarns Vita that I used to knit this hat, which I think would work well. It's finer than the yarn used in the pattern (the pattern yarn says to get five stitches to the inch on size five needles, while the Vita gets five stitches to the inch on size sevens; so I could just use size sevens, in theory, and get a more open fabric). I'm dithering. In the meantime, I may cast on for a pair of these socks, from the latest Knitscene Accessories. I'm not sure that I'll like the slouchy thing as much on my legs as I do on the model's, but they're appealing to me, and right now that's more than I can say for many other projects.
I guess we'll know by next time whether I succumbed.