Yarn, glorious yarn!

I should be preparing for my night class right now. But I have a raging migraine so I'm going to go to my happy place. Knitting. It is a very happy place. Even happier now!



Yes, Christmas KnitPicks order came! It was a very, very large box, as it had three knitters' worth of yarn, books, and needles inside. I felt rather like the Pied Knitter of Hamelin, because I picked it up at the campus post office, and people just kept falling in behind me as I processed through campus. And lo, there were goodies for all. Maddie got the Sheldon costume kit and some Gloss for her Batshawl, and Caitlin got a bunch of the fairytale themed sock yarn that is pretty and I am jealous of. And a couple of books I will be stealing, and the Harmony DPNs, which I will be coveting. I got sock yarn in a red and blue, and a green tweed (for my dad's Christmas socks), yarn for a shawl for myself for X-Ring (42 days!), and a couple backup skeins for my yet-to-be-started Katelyn Cardigan. And I said that I wouldn't buy yarn just to stash, but the Cherry Cordial bulky handpaint was just too pretty. Will become a pretty scarf for me eventually. Also ordered longer cables for my interchangeables so I can make bigger shawls, and two 2.75mm circs to try knitting socks on them. Got one Harmony and one Options so I can tell them apart easily.

Have surprisingly few projects on the needle right now. And by 'surprisingly few' I mean 'one'. My curse still lasts. I don't even know if I'm cursed, or if Red Heart Soft Touch is cursed. I have cast on for a Harry Potter scarf at least a dozen times now, a dozen different ways, and haven't gotten past the first five rows. It's a friggin' stockinette tube! How the hell can it go wrong so horribly?

My first attempt at instarsia was thrown into a box in disgust and is current hiding in a box under my desk in fear.

I want to start Rose's Wristwarmers for Maddie, but Maddie has borrowed my needles so I can't start until I get them back.

So! The only thing I'm working on is my Highland Triangle, which I alternately hate and love. I will zip along for fifteen or twenty rows, and then hit one row that goes Chuck Norris on my butt. I'm eight rows from finishing the third pattern repeat of the centre triangle, with the border and edging knitted on after. I love it so much, but it's killing me every time I pick it up. Here she is after one complete pattern repeat:



Pretty, non? And squishy. And warm. To give a sense of scale, that top edge is about a foot and a half across.

Christmas knitting is upon us, but that's another post entirely. I have started to get my yarnducks in a row, though. I have a large woven palm basket in my room that's my immediate stash, backed up by a couple of cardboard boxes in the hall closet. Today I went through the basket and took out everything that I don't intend to knit with before Christmas, so I'm not distracted by pretties before I'm all done. Made me sad to put all my beautiful Fleece Artist and Noro away in a box, though. I wish I could just hang them around my room, like art.

Actually, that isn't a bad idea . . .

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