I can’t stand it any longer!!

Even though this is a knit blog, and knit blogs are traditionally filled with pictorial documentation of projects past, present, and future, I cannot wait even one more day to start sharing my knitting life with you, the faceless internet. Until my beautiful camera arrives, I will pepper these posts with pictures of things that are similar to the things I am writing about, so you aren’t left in the dark, oh faceless internet.

So let’s get down to business. As of right now, I have one FO (finished object, in case by some bizarre coincidence a non-knitter stumbles across this blog), and at last headcount, three [active] WIPs (works-in-progress, by the same token). I’m not going to mention how many discarded projects are hidden around my apartment or ends I have left to weave in, out of fear that I may face litigation for causing an epdemic of heart failure amongst knitters.

I’ll start with WIPs, so we can all end on a happy note with an FO. Right now, I’m working on a generic top-down raglan baby cardi out of

Valley Yarns Longmeadow.

This is for my best friend, who moved on way across the state, and I moved the other, so we rarely get to see eachother anymore. I’m hoping that showering her with handknits on a regular basis will make up for the distance. Oh, and let the record state that I am doing the body in olive, and the collar, cuffs, waistband, and button bands in yellow.

WIP number two: Ysolda’s Gretel. I love you, Ysolda. This beret is adorable, you are adorable, yay on all accounts. I’m working it in:

Ella Rae Classic.

As a note to anyone thinking about trying this pattern: it is meticulous. Try it, you’ll like it.

And as for WIP numero tres, I really can’t do it justice without a camera. So internet, you’ll have to put your waiting caps on.

And now, the moment I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for, wherein I vainly boast about my FOs. Or FO, if you want to get technical. So about a month ago, I realized that although we have been dating for over two and a half years, I had yet to knit my dear, sweet (large-footed) boyfriend a pair of socks. This had nothing to do with fear of any curse; for I am cynical and don’t believe in anything, let alone some foofy knitting curse, muahaha! Ahem. Anyway, this had nothing to do with the curse, just that I hadn’t thought of it. A travesty, you say? I agree, and so got to work quickly. Unfortunately, my plans were waitlisted do to us moving and a mild case of second sock syndrome. Flash forward to the beginning of this week, when I realized I had better get my keister in gear if I was going to finish this damned pair of socks before Socktoberfest, and there you have it. Socks under pressure (really the only way I can work, honestly). In any case, they’re simple, generic stockinette toe-up socks with a short-row heel, out of

Knitpicks Essential Tweed.

I promise a proper writeup when the blasted camera arrived, but for now, this little lady’s got homework to do.