My schedule has been *kinda* mental lately...and hence, a lack of posting in the last ten days or so. Even this week I continue to be trapped in another three-day training session at work, which normally would more than likely send me round the bend except that this is one of those very rare 8 hour day meeting(s) where I can actually just sit and knit. Though in today's case, sit and knit, and then rip back twice. I guess that's what I get for feigning interest in what the facilitator is saying--my knitting suffers.
So, here's Gretel:
(this photo is way over-saturated, sorry)
pattern: Gretel by Ysolda Teague
yarn: Noro Cash Iroha (wool, cashmere, silk & nylon) in #94 "teal"
needles: 4 mm
I thought the slouchy size of this beret would be a bit too big so I cast on for the regular size after SPLURGING on two skeins of Cash Iroha for it. (I won't reiterate what also popped into my basket that day --the shame, the shame of it all!)
And then DISASTER struck:
What the EFF?!
Not enough freakin' yarn to finish it off. Grrrr.
So back I went to my LYS for another expensive skein. Again, I will refrain from telling you what also hopped into the basket that day as well. Oh ok, you talked me into it:
I know it doesn't seem like much but two 60 dollar excursions in a row was starting to hurt. I blame all this swearing off buying more yarn that I've been doing lately. Clearly it's a serenity now situation for me. It just gets pent up until I EXPLODE and buy more stuff.
But then, Gretel was done and it was a beautiful thing.
I had *almost* a full ball of Cash Iroha left. And what takes only one ball to make you might ask? Why fetching, of course! So off I went to make myself some matching fingerless gloves in this gorgeous yarn.
And uh, guess what happened then?
I'm so glad you asked...not enough yarn, AGAIN. Oh, cruel yarn why hast thou forsaken me?
What can I do with only one fingerless glove? Archie seemed less than thrilled with his new Abe Lincoln-esque stovepipe hat.
I know this face well. It is the face that says: "Why mum? why do you always do this to me?" Fortunately it is usually followed quickly by this face:
The "I-give-up-take-your-stupid-picture" face.
Score one for me.
So guess what happened then?
You probably don't really need to guess, do you? BACK to the store I went for skein NUMBER FOUR. And was that all?
Well, I think you know the answer to that one too. NINE more balls for this:
Because much like my mother, I cannot resist a sale, now can I?
(though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't actually excited about all this new stuff on the sticks). I am however getting second sock syndrome with fetching's matching right hand--not to mention sensing the looming futility of fingerless gloves right now (we are supposed to get 15 cm of snow tomorrow...) If I don't take care of that pronto I may never.
Whoo, that was a lot of photos --that'll do me for another ten days, right?