Addendum to my last post... and extra startitis

Bah.

Awesome as the BMPs are, they don't hold a candle to these.

Perhaps I should take the weirdly hugeness as a sign that pirate argyles are better than space invaders.

Post Christmas Startitis

Phew.

It's over. Christmas, that is, and all the knitting that came with it. I finished everything I had planned to knit (except for one pair of socks, which I'm working on now. It's okay, though. Tobin got a road bike instead), and all of the knits have been given.

I'm such a bad blogger,though. In the fury of knitting and blocking and wrapping and giving, I neglected to photograph just about every single project. I think there's one somewhere of Tobin's grandmother in the shawl I made her, and I posted about Buck's Green Tea Socks way back when I finished them. Everything else, though, has been lost to blog posterity.

Now that all the gifts are done, I'm experiencing a rush of startitis. In the last four or five days, I have started:

FINALLY started the BMPs from Knitty that have been sitting over there in the "Queue" column for months and months. They look weirdly huge, though, so I'm putting them on pause until Tobin returns from his East Coast trip and can try them on.

Blue Sky Alpacas' High Neck Cable, in Rowan Felted Tweed, except that I didn't have time to get the pattern so I was making it up as I went. I tried it on in Tucson and looked like Baron Harkonen, so this is going to be frogged and turned into a version of Rowan's Demi. I'm in a designing mood, though, so I'm going to try and copy this and knit it based on EZ's no-seam saddle shoulder sweater. Heh. We'll see how that goes.

Ogee Lace Shawl. I took the Ogee lace pattern from my Barbara Walker Treasury Vol. 1. I have a ball of Baruffa Cashwool in chocolate brown, and had this crazy idea to make a shawl for my wedding. Eh. I have six months.

Tabi Socks from Veronik Avery's Knitting Classic Style, which K-Bull gave me for my birthday. With the gaw-jus Colinette Jitterbug that K-Bull also gave me for my birthday.

I have the yarn for the Tangled Yoke cardigan -- Rowan Felted Tweed in Treacle, but I want to swatch a variation for it. I loved the original sweater that Eunny posted on her blog. She has horizontal cables winding around the hips of the cardi that echo the tangled yoke. I love the balance this gives the sweater. So, I have plans to see if I can figure out how to do this, based on the charts in IK. (see? Design-y mood).

I know from experience that, when I get into these bouts of startitis, more than half of these projects will fall by the wayside, but that's okay. I'm enjoying them while they last!

Hopefully they'll at least last long enough to post some pictures.

dipping a toe back into the frog pond

Golly, my knittas have been quiet. I suppose I'm the only *ahem* loquacious one in the bunch. Okay, like, superfluously so.

*triple bonus for using two of my favorite unnecessarily large words in a row!*

Today I'll be picking up my needles for the first time in months. Our December Fatterday Knitterday is upon me, and it's time to knit or perish. And by "perish" I mean do nothing but sit around tittering and stuffing my face with the crack mix MCR always buys. Evil.


Before I can be reborn as a knitter, I feel that I need to confess my sins and renounce the works that have turned me into the knitting blackguard that I am today.

• The Sizzle (on needles). You're lovely, and one day I look forward to being annoyed with you (in all your finished glory) for not containing by boobs properly. For now, though, you have no place. It's December, which doesn't lend itself to rust-colored knit tank tops with deep Vs.
• The Glee (on needles). So close, and yet, so UFO. You require a lot of stockinette just to repay me with a white, short-sleeved, cropped cardigan in January. You'll just have to be patient.
• Mr. and Mrs. Dashing (on needles). Maybe I wasn't ready. Maybe neither of us were. All I know is that your cables are irregular, your thumb looks funny, and I bound you off too soon. I still have hope for us.
  
• Widdershins (in knitting Purgatory, begging forgiveness). *hisses* Maybe one day I'll frog you down to the gusset and take you on again. Don't hold your breath, though.
• All my unmade Christmas knits that were never born because of vile Widdershins (in skeins in my closet). Sorry, my lovelies. Maybe next year.

Today, I plan to start fresh. I plan to indulge, and glut myself on an easy pattern and fabulous fiber. I'm going to bust out my unforgivably gorgeous Lorna's Laces Worsted Multi, and I'm going to cast on for Marnie's variation of the One Skein Wonder.

Hoping for redemption,
SnoopFrog