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frogged!

Remember when this was a knitting blog?  *grins* Well this post is about crochet LOL

Last night I found out just how many geek & gaming videos one can watch while ripping out an entire sweater.

Earlier in the day I’d somehow found myself browsing granny square-related patterns on Ravelry yesterday, and stumbled across this pattern.image

It’s the 171-35 Harvest Love Pullover by DROPS and it’s free on Ravelry.  I think it’s got the potential to either look hideous or adorable on me, and hoping for the latter, I opened a new tab to check out my stash database and see if I had anything that might work.  One yarn that came up was my Noro Silk Garden, because I’d never marked it as fully used in the v-neck sweater I’d knit last January.

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This one.  I’ve also never finished weaving in the ends for this sweater, because I’ve never been satisfied with how it fit or looked on me.  I tried it on again last night and decided it was not going to ever be something I’d wear, and that Silk Garden is too gorgeous to leave relegated to a discarded FO box.  So, I decided to frog it.

The process should have been easy enough: undo the bind-off on the neckline and rip that back, undo the bind-off on each sleeve and rip those back, then pull out the seam thread from each side, then undo the 3-needle bind-off from each shoulder and then frog the front and back pieces from neckline down to the hem.  And it was… easy.

It was also a huge pain in the butt.  I’d been so smart in my knitting that to avoid pooling I’d alternated balls of yarn every 2 rows.  This now meant that every 2 rows I had to untwist the balls I was re-winding around each other.  It wasn’t so bad on the body pieces because I could let them flip around to help me out, but the sleeves were still attached to the heavy body and had to be manually twisted after every short 2-row tugging bit.

It was long.  How long?  It took 2 Day[9] shows (I caught up on the latest episodes of Day Off, and Mostly Walking) and 6 from Geek & Sundry (checked out some tips on finding anime and watched Damion Poitier snuggle puppies) to go from adult sweater to a bunch of balls.

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So I guess now I’ve… got balls?  Heh.  I’ve also got a crochet chart to type out into rows I can tick off on a spreadsheet, and then I can get started on what will hopefully be the last project with which I attempt to use my lovely Silk Garden.

 


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i’m sorry

It’s not you, it’s me.

I’m just not that into you.

I love you, I’m just not in love with you.

However you wanna put it, I’m breaking up with you, Vegas Scarf.  I knew it wasn’t going to work out between us, but rather than change the rules I decided to keep going.  Every row made my feelings obvious…I didn’t like where this was going.

I know you didn’t expect me to end things tonight- I didn’t either, honestly.  That’s why I was right in the middle of a row when I pulled you off the needles.

I know I made you think we’d work it out.  I’m sorry if I teased you by holding you up to my neck to be sure, even though I secretly knew that we didn’t “click”.

You’re good enough, long enough, but not wide enough though I take full responsibility for that, having ended it where I did.

Somewhere out there is someone who would have loved you.  Loved your Fun Furry kitch, your insane amount of black, and your combination of colors that I really had thought I’d grow to love.  That someone, unfortunately, isn’t me.

I’m moving on.  Tomorrow I’m going to go out and pick up someone else.  I hope you’ll be happy for me.


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wise men say only fools rush in

I suppose I’m lucky- I don’t have that many craftastrophies in my past.  In my knitting and crochet life, as far as Ravelry and my memory are concerned, there are only 2- the pocketbook slippers, and the licorice thong.

Until now.

🙂

I’m a longtime reader of Faith’s blog The Needle and the Damage Done.  (Some of you may remember her from the sadly-defunct Knitting Cook podcast).  A while ago Faith knit a Lace Ribbed Bolero.  And another one.  And another one.

I suddenly decided that I needed one too.  I stash-dove (the advantages of having 85% of my stash in Ravelry) and realized I didn’t have anything in the proper weight for what I wanted.  While I was at it I looked through my queue and found a tank/vest/thing I’d liked for a while, the Deep V Top, and figured I’d look around for yarn and would knit/crochet whichever one worked out.

This all took place in March, back when I was supposed to have my surgery.  It was postponed because I’d injured my belly muscles in an incredibly non-accident car accident, but I was still home for a week to recuperate- home with time to kill.

I don’t know why I went to Zellers instead of my LYS.  I guess I figured that I’d score some cheap yarn and make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear…I dunno.  All I know is that I was somehow roped into the allure of cheap yarn.  I don’t even mean “inexpensive” yarn- I really mean cheap yarn.

1 lb of “lovely” bright teal blue acrylic, worsted/bulky weight.  I guess I thought it would be summery?

2 days is all it took.  Less, even.  I cast March 9 and finished attaching the loooooong border March 10.  6mm and 6.5mm crochet hooks.

It was thick, huge and stiff.  (heh).  It looked and felt like wearing a cardboard vest.

I put it on twice, once to see if it fit, and once for this photo (where I’m making my best “catwalk pout” face).  On the 3rd day, before I could change my mind and convince myself it was “fashion” or that “I’d actually wear it”, I ripped.

On the 4th day I went back to Zellers and bought ANOTHER bag of the %&*( stuff!  I’m going to blame stress, pain, and boredom.  I knew I couldn’t return the open bag, so somehow I told myself that meant I needed MORE of it so that when I was ready to use it for something, I’d have enough.

 

Argh.  It’s not bad yarn, it’s a perfectly good bulky-ish acrylic, and there is totally place in my stash for acrylic yarn.  I know when I have a need for it I’ll be glad it’s there.  (Maybe I’ll knit some giant toys for the boys?)

Still, there’s a small part of me that wishes, back on that March morning when I impulsively stopped at Zellers after dropping the kids off at daycare, that I’d kept on driving.  My LYS is 3 minutes south of Zellers.  For the price of the two bags I could very possibly be wearing a Deep V Top right now.  It would be too big, ‘cus I lost another 10 lbs or so after the latest surgery, but that’s not exactly the point.

The project is here on Ravelry, if for any reason you feel the need to revisit.