We are finally getting some cooler weather. Tropical Storm Karen was less dramatic than our typical afternoon thunderstorms during the summer, but still managed to inspire the feeling of anticipation that precedes hurricanes. It did make for a good knitting weekend. We had lovely soccer weather. I was able to get some knitting time in at my DD soccer game last weekend. It was just a wash cloth, yet it still sparked some conversation. Perhaps I will end up luring more people to the dark side. Woohoohahaha! I rounded out my afternoon with a knitting group meeting. After a great deal of discussion, I discovered that perhaps I was knitting a loose interpretation of the charts on the fancy feet anklet Friday (the Mary Jane style sock). I am on an anklet kick. I finished the lacy ones in carnation and cranked out a Colorado scarf in moonlight mohair. I am considering donating the scarf for the auction. The particular skien that I used seems to shed quite a bit, so I am on the fence. When faced with indecision, I did what I always do. I started a completely different project. Quite a few people suggested I knit a spiral scarf. While searching for a pattern in One Skein Wonders, I found the Salmon Scarf. The pattern was so simple and easy to memorize that I knit most of it in just a few hours out of lilac glitterspun. I was in the home stretch and discovered that I messed up a row. The mistake is to obvious to ignore and I a left with dilemma. Do I attempt to rip it back and risk further errors? Do I attempt to figure out how to fix it with a crotchet hook? Do I just unravel everything and start again? I have a feeling this little adventure will begin with a crotchet hook and a glass of wine, will lead to a bit of ripping, and ultimately end is starting anew. This is why it is still sitting on the needles on my couch and will not be accompanying me to Atlanta.
Last night, I managed to get all the crazy must do before leaving town work done and packed. By about 10 PM I was tired and had not yet chosen my travel knitting. The Salmon scarf was out. Fortunately, in my exhaustion, I realized that plane travel would not be conducive to scarf surgery. Even a loose interpretation of the fancy feet instructions would require a little more attention to detail than was prudent. Still I felt the need to knit in the round, but did not feel up to winding any of the hanks of sock yarn without a swift. (One day I will purchase one!) I spied a ball of chunky Alpaca blend that I had bought from knit picks years ago and it all became clear. I would knit my father some more fingerless mitts. He had requested a few more pairs last year and it was unlikely that my mother would put these in the microwave. His first pair of house socks were not so lucky. It must have been meant to be. My set of US 10 1/2 DPN was actually complete and in my circular/DPN needle holder. Usually I find one or two in one bag, a few in
another bag or stuck in some random box that was buried in the study. A couple of glasses of wine, two episodes of Lost Girl, and I was 16 rows into the first mitt. I am trying to remember how many mitts I can squeeze out of 1 hank. I do not even recall if that particular ball is an entire hank or not. Just in case I tossed a hank of red into my bag and a wash cloth on needles. I know they have yarn shops in Atlanta. I began to look them up. Will I have much time to explore them? How close are they to the MARTA stops? Do I really need the temptation (as I am on yarn restriction)? If I buy yarn in another state does it count? Even if it is knit up immediately and never really adds to the stash?