Restless Knitter

Out of the mouths of babes.

I think the Evil Knitting Fairy is messing with Loden Mist.

I did a swatch, I swear. I started knitting away on the US 8 circ and 3 inches in, the thing was 2 inches wider than it was supposed to be. I ripped it out and started again on a 7. Now I feel like I’m stretching it within an inch of it’s life to get it to the correct width. I was going to rip it out and go back to the 8 but I’m going to go ahead and finish this and see how it really blocks out. One of three things is going to happen.

1) I have to rip it all out

2) I have to buy another ball of KSH when number 1 goes terribly wrong

3) It blocks out perfectly. (Stop laughing!)

Three cheers for superglue! The garage door is happy once again. I got a refund for the caulk job, though it does mean I may have to fix it myself. And the problem that caused the water spot on the ceiling (not the roof thank goodness) will be fixed on Friday. The Man comes in on Friday too. Happy Dance!

I never really thought of myself as a Retail Therapy person. When things go wrong or I get stressed, I normally like to hide in a hole. You’d have to practically drag me out of the house. Or so I thought. But then came yesterday, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve been lying to myself about my shopping habits. You see, last night at 6:30, I went to the yarn shop and bought yarn. Yarn that I never thought I’d buy, at least never pay full price for. Rowan Kidsilk Haze. I have good reasons. Really.

Reason 1: There’s a bit (a bit, ha! that’s an understatement) of rebellion in me. I had to get this yarn to start knitting Loden Mist from the spring Knitters before everyone else and their sister start knitting it. If everyone else started first, I’d rebel and swear not to knit it just because everyone else was doing it.

Reason(s) 2: (Yes, I’m going to bitch again. I think you all secretly like my bitching so who am I to deny you the pleasure of reading it.) This has not been the best of weeks.
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Venting, look away, especially if you don’t like seeing naughty words.
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