Restless Knitter

That’s a lie. I can read very well. I wouldn’t say I’m a speed reader, but others would. You see, when I get a book, once I start reading it I can’t put it down. I will stay up into the wee hours of the night just so I can find out what happens in the end. In the last week, I’ve read 4 books. That’s right. In the last. 7. days. Three of them were by Dean Koontz, one was a true crime story. False Memory was an excellent read with 784 pages (though I did think he included a little too much detail in some of it). I didn’t start reading it until one evening so I didn’t get to finish it the day I started it, but I did finish it the next day. If I have any hopes of knitting anything, I can’t let any new books come into my possession.

I’ve seen several bloggers mention getting knitting stuff at Tuesday Morning. There happens to be one not too far from me so yesterday I went to take a look at all the wonderful bargains they have. I wasn’t impressed. They have some of the same things Target has, either costing the same or more. I finally found some yarn. There were only a couple I recognized. One was a bag of 3 Cotton Ease in orange for $9.99. No thanks. Not a bargain in my book, especially since orange is a color I can’t wear with any success. Then I found a skein of LB Homespun. I’m sure my chin hit the floor with a large thud when I first looked at the price

What in the hell kind of bargain is that! My mouth promptly closed after closer inspection. The price is for a bag of 8. Not that I would have bought it anyway, but the other 7 skeins were nowhere to be found.

I started the Heirloom Lace Jacket.

There are over 400 stitches on that 31 inch needle. They’re so scrunched they can barely breathe. I need a longer needle. I’ve tried the 2 yarn shops closest to me and they don’t have the longer length. I haven’t decided if I’ll continue to suffer through this, or order a new needle. There’s a possibility the gauge will be slightly different on a different needle but there’s also the possibility that if I rip out what I’ve done, I won’t have the drive to start it again. I’m probably going to soldier on with this needle and see how it goes. No matter what I do, I know it’s going to bite me in the ass and I’ll be wishing I did whatever else.