If I wait for the sun to come out so I can take a nice picture of the finished Clapotis scarf, it might be a long wait — it’s been wet all week, and we’re supposed to have rain every day for another five days at least. So here it is on this dark afternoon — no contrast, not much color, but it is what it is.
What it is is quite nice, even after all the trouble it gave me. I knit the last section three times before I had enough yarn to finish. So much for my “perfect” 20/60/20% formula, which apparently works only if you actually bother to measure the yarn. Go figure! I think my sister will enjoy it, and I love how it turned out. I’m Clapped out though. Time to move on.
And move on I have. I’m on the second chart repeat of my Cactus Rose Shoalwater shawl. I love it — I know that handpainted yarns and lace don’t always go together, but it’s different when the lace is a simple wave stitch like this one is. The colors get to move across the surface without much interruption, which is good, because this Frog Tree yarn has very frequent color changes (3-4″ intervals).
Last night while watching “Alias” and “Lost” (and being on the edge of my seat for the whole two hours) I turned my first-ever garter stitch short row heel, on my Sixth Sense sock. I’m congratulating myself because I managed to make a heel without gaping holes. I could have put the sock down instead of trying to knit and pay attention to all the cliff-hanging action on the tube, but you know how it is when you get to the heel-turning part of a sock — it’s practically impossible to stop! It’s a cliff-hanger all on it’s own, isn’t it?
It’s time to switch the laundry and do some ironing and packing and Annabelle-coddling, because I’m catching an early flight to Chicago tomorrow. I’ll be back after a “wild” weekend of yakety-yacking and fun with my sisters.
Hey, maybe it will be sunny there!
Not Plain Jane 