One of my friends is having an Obsessive Chihuahua Disorder Contest on facebook, where you can win one of her adorable Chihuahua pillows.
If Chihuahua’s aren’t your thing, she has several other dog breed pillows at her shop you can buy or you can have a pillow custom made.
Either way, go like her facebook page. It’s good stuff.
Someone needs to kick my ass
There is this first sock and I’m about 3 inches or so away from it being finished.
There is this shawl, I need to rip out 7 rows and start the pattern repeat right this time.
There is this cardigan from well over a year ago. Need to finish the one sleeve, knit the other.
There is a half-finished, basic sock that wants to be with its matching partner.
There are these crochet squares that I can sew together.
There’s a little boy’s Peter Pan costume I can finish up (need sleeves, a hat.)
Various other projects (coffee cup cozies, mitts, I can repair the stems of my fabric pumpkins, finish those witch dolls (yeah, she has friends.)
So yell at me and kick my ass into gear. I want to finish up these projects and get them out of my way/work space/coffee table/nightstand/etc. Just being fucking lazy about it.
How to cast on
Or, How Jill Starts a Knitting Project
Step 2: Get really excited.
Step 3: Almost start to cast on before realizing there is another project that still needs to be finished.
Step 4: Fuck it. Begin new project anyway.
Step 5: Forget how to do a long-tail cast-on.
Step 6: Fiddle with sticks.
Step 7: Successfully cast on!
Step 8: Read directions. Pattern calls for twisted German cast on.
Step 9: Rethink all life decisions.
Step 10: Grab a beer, this is going to be a long night.
Giant rip down the side, yup. Arm torn apart, yup. Hole at the bottom seam, yup.
Second time in washing machine. There are several other holes due to super cheap fabric being super cheap. I’d rather not patch it since it is something I’ll have to continue to do, but little dude wants his robot so guess what I’ll be doing tonight.
Year of the Ox lost his nose ring, has thread hanging off his eye, stains, and his nose is becoming threadbare. He is a washing machine veteran.
And because children are disgusting, Robot has been through the washing machine as well (but only once) and already his eyes are loose. He’s also pilling and linty, which is a magnet for dog hair.
In case anyone is wondering about my knee-high grey socks and why I haven’t posted a picture of them completed, this is why.
About a month ago, I messed up the increases, got angry and tossed them aside. Now that it’s getting warmer, I’m starting to want to rip them back, fix the mistake, and complete them. I really want to wear them with shorts and boots this spring.
Here is what I worked on last night. It was brutal yes, but I did enjoy myself, even when swearing loudly and profusely.
One of these days I’ll set up a bounce board that will help with my pictures, but today is not that day.
I really want to get memory wire and make a cuff.