I have met my Waterloo in my friend Karen's sweater. Never trust a website for gauge or quantity of yarn needed. Both wrong, ran out of yarn, frogged and am half done with front, need to frog front and both sleeves can't seem to pick project up again as I'm depressed as Plath about it.
I decided to knit the sweater for new baby V in the round until the armholes, using three colors instead of two and carrying the yarn instead of cutting and reattaching. So far, I likey. I hate seaming, even with the sewing machine of glory, so the less flat work, the better.
I am terrified of entrelac. I never, ever want to try it, and I wish Vogue would stop designing everything with brazen panels of it. Stop. It.
I bow at the feet of the Yarn Harlot. That is one funny bitch who can knit ANYTHING.
I've signed up for my first knitting class, on knitting socks using the Magic Loop. I have some beautiful alpaca yarn I bought to make Christian some work socks, so I'm very excited. Too excited. It's a little sad. I have to wait until March, though, as the opera schedule has killed my evenings and weekends and, consequently, my will to live.
I finished Lee's hat and now just need to felt it. That leaves only these projects to go:
1. Christian's Aran sweater and kilt socks
2. Mom's chevron lace sweater
3. Angie's lace tunic (which I have to design)
4. The dragon hats for the three nephews.
5. My lace ballet wrap sweater that I've been wanting to make for a year.
I vow to the knitting gods that I shall forevermore swatch or be cursed with ill-fitting garments. I do solemnly swear.