So, I’ve officially forgotten how to keep this blog in working condition. But I did learn how to finish socks!
I didn’t learn how to follow a pattern, how. Somewhere along the way I stopped caring how I was supposed to finish the lace pattern (I think when I realized my feet were not the same size as the pattern) so I just kinda wandered off and did my own thing. Not that you can tell among all the stripeys! It shows how (not) devoted of a knitter I am anymore.
But even without being the die-hard knitter I once was… Maryland Sheep and Wool… was… AMAZING.
Artsygal was so gracious to let me stay with her in Philadelphia for a few days before we both took a bus down to the festival. I’ve been sufficiently out of the loop of knitty things that I kinda forgot about the size of MD Sheep and Wool. I knew it was a big deal – why else would I fly across the country for it – but I had no idea. When I saw how many people were gathered outside of Rosie’s Yarn Cellar at 7am for a bus, I began to suspect… but… when we reached the fairgrounds, my jaw dropped.
There were a lot of people and a lot of sheepies!
I bought pretty much anything but yarn, but somehow came with a drop spindle (which I drop a lot) and soap and a bajillion other things now scattered across my apartment.
Once in Maryland, I went home Roxy, who is somehow nicer in person than on the internet. It seems impossible to believe but somehow it’s true.
For the first time, I travelled via Amtrak to get home. It’s definitely the best way to travel if the purpose is the journey, not the destination. One morning I woke up to see this outside my window-
And the best part of the trip was the lounge car, where people go just to hang out and meet new people. People there were more sociable and open to meeting new people than any day in the student union… definitely my kind of travel!
So, next weekend I’m going to Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival. Other stops on the trip include Philadelphia and Chicago, with random adventures throughout. I wonder if I remember how to travel with only my backpack, or if my list of “necessities” has grown too large again.
In a very jerky transition between topics, my socks are getting large too.
Cell phone included not for scale but out of pure absentmindedness.
The entertaining thing about knitting around non-yarn-freaks is the inevitable question… so, will those socks fit? In response, I pull on the socks, which is a peculiar sight when they are still on the needles. And more than a little awkward, since my feet are stuck together. It’s fun to try to hop around on them though.
Since the socks are so close to the toe, I can’t bring them for absent-minded knitting… unless I’d like some too-long socks. So the shawl keeps growing.
Hopefully, this shawl will get a lot of attention over the next week… it is my knitting of choice for the trip.
Randomly, the doily which I cast on while waiting for my flight to Providence last December? Still not finished. All I have left is the crochet edging, but what fun is that?
I am not paying attention to Research Methods today and, instead of knitting through class as usual, I took a picture of my sockses. The Alpine Lace Shawl, sad to say, takes too much brainage to be able to knit in class, so I started the socks in hopes of finding a better option. That, and Ariel rubbed off onto me a little bit when I was staying with her.
These are the Country Girl Socks from Heartstrings; yarn is Regia Cotton Surf that I bought from LittleKnits who knows how long.
I do not have my doily in class, but I have this slightly blurry picture that I took a few weeks ago. It’s not much different now. I’m about 10 rounds away from finishing and I have absolutely no clue how many stitches there are per round. I’m just tired of the 1.5mm needles.
And that’s all I have for the speed-blogging in class. Let me out of here!