Today I played Sims2 till 3pm. It was interrupted briefly to eat my lunch which was the fresh pasta I picked up from Granville Island yesterday and once to have a bubble bath because I got jealous of my sim. Then I went out for to a fancy Chinese restaurant with my UBC friends where they serve a bean tapioca pudding for dessert with every meal. It's pretty hard being me sometimes. Pretty hard indeed.
Anyhoo, I am on a quest to finish a knit object in March. I have so many on the go and cast on a new one today but I am determined! I know March is only two more days but here goes.
Warning: bad photos ahead. I'm tired and it's nighttime and my apartment has the worst lighting ever. Ever. And I'm tired.
I am swatched and ready for my sister's arrrrgyle baby blanket. It's soooo soft. Blue Sky Alpaca cotton. This was knit stranded but the blanket will be intarsia so the other colours won't peek through, and I won't decrease on the purl side rows like I did on the swatch here.
Oh, my spring break scarf that I am not loving. Should I frog it? Yes or no? I'm not into it, I get so bored knitting it, and I know it needs a proper blocking and all to appreciate it but meh.
My dad's sweater is nearly at the sleeves. I'm not repeating the same pattern for the yoke as the bottom of the sweater. Don't know why I didn't. I just didn't. And I think I'm going to run out of the brown soon.
And the new project I started today. Ishbel in my favorite yarn ever, Vintage. I love it. I hate doing yarn overs between knit and purl stitches so I'm pfb on the wrong side rows instead of yos. It'll be fine.
And the most likely candidate for finishing in March. The last of my Mom's ankle socks in the colinette colour left over from the fingerless mitts.
I'd also like to note that I hit a very hard spot in my yarn diet. I've been so good on my yarn diet because I haven't been tempted. I'd seen all the yarn before, I didn't know what to knit out of the yarn I hadn't seen, there was no issue. Until I went to Three Bags Full with my Mom and Jubbers. There was a yarn, not even unpacked, and my oh my, how I wanted it. The temptation was awful. I made plans. I looked up sweaters and figured out how many skeins I would need. I found the perfect cardigan and doodled it on my notebook in the colourway of the yarn. I daydreamt about it.
But I did not buy it. Nosireebob. I made it. Now all I have to do is never go into a yarn store ever again. My 'get out of jail free' card is being reserved for Rhinebeck. I am a good girl. I will not falter.
Now excuse me while I go pout about the yarn by casting on two new sweaters. Who cares about the March deadline Stupid beautiful yarn. pout