It Was Irish All The Time

I guess you all know what this is. Yup, a frog pond! I have to admit that I am not a good frogger. I hate frogging, and will go to great lengths to make a project work just so I don’t have to “rip-it.” It spells defeat to me—a lack of understanding of where the project is going. It means that I never had a clear vision, or worse, that I made unalterable errors in both execution and judgment. But not this time. This time, it was all the fault of the pattern and the fiber. (Really, I had nothing to do with it, ha-ha-ha). The two conspired to make me look like a knitting amateur. The "Twisty" pattern, although lovely on a much heftier fiber, was just not appropriate for the fingering weight, cashmere blend—even though I doubled it so that it came close to worsted weight. Yeah that’s it—it was the yarn’s fault. I will admit to having a hunch at the beginning that this yarn was destined to be an Irish Hiking Scarf. You know how the yarn speaks to you. If you listen, it will tell you what it wants to be. I have found it to be true more times than not, that the yarn knows the way, and we must follow. Note to self: LISTEN!

I have had some success in the last week. I finished Simply Red. What a great little sweater. I can’t wait to wear it, which may be a while (even though it has short sleeves), because it is in the 100’s here in Fort Worth. It is hard to knit sweaters, knowing I may not be able to wear them for, ummmm, ever. We had no winter last year to speak of. I don’t think I wore a coat more than once or twice last winter, but maybe it will be perfect for a pleasant winter day in the 70’s.

I have cast on for DD’s STR Lemongrass socks. I plan to use the same lace-rib that I used for Peaches and Cream. She told me she needs lime green socks to go with a scrub shirt she has. She works in the ER of a children’s hospital, and the kids love the bright colored scrubs. She adds crazy earrings (lizards, clowns, lifesavers, etc) and wild socks that draw the kids’ attention away from what’s happening around them. I am also ready to cast on for the Debbie Bliss sweater jacket that I’ve heard is both a classic and a stinker to knit. Why oh why do I do these things to myself?