I’m not sure if things match exactly like they’re supposed to but it feels more like “me”. I may take down the top bits entirely but we’ll see how this feels for a few days. And by ‘we” I mean “me, myself, and I”.
I’m trying so hard to be a good kid and to use up my stash but, I keep running into instances where I have to go buy yarn.
I either have to go buy yarn, or I have to adjust my own natural gauge and use the black yarn I have. It’s Red Heart like the green yarn I’m using here, but it turned out to be thicker. It was so frustrating.
So is this:
Same yarn, same hook, same crocheter.
I bought more yarn. Life is too short to try to force Red Heart to work for a project like this.
I’m pretty sure this is more than one step back…
I keep messing up the number of rows between the decrease rows and then I’ve goofed up the number of stitches on each needles. That means I’ve skipped a decrease somewhere. I’ve had to rip back to before the decreases twice now.
And where was my brain when this happened?
That is the question.
Answer: I sort of slouched. I started the decreases several rows earlier than I did on Danica’s hat. I’m going to weigh the yarn to be sure, but I think I will have enough of the Groovy colorway left to make another hat.
While I’m knitting with one color, I put the ball of the other color into the hat to keep it out of the way. Oh, the cleverness of me.
I took these pictures earlier in the hat’s life. I don’t know if you can see the difference in the thickness of the yarn. This is one of the very few things that bugs me about this yarn. Ah Chroma, bless your ever lovin’ wonky, inconsistent gauge. It’s a good thing you’re soft and pretty.
It finally stopped raining. Which, I guess is a good thing. I like the rain and we really can use a lot of it. I am definitely not the type of person that whines when there is a lot of rainy or snowy weather. It is nice, however, to have variety and I appreciate a good mix of sunny and rainy weather.
I started the hat even though I wasn’t sure I was going to like the colors. I started with the Chroma Natural and I’ll decide on what the other color will be later. I may change my mind several times before I settle on which color to choose. I started this hat with the idea that I would turn it in for a class for HPKCHC, because clearly I am delusional enough to think that I can knit a hat in 20 days on top of all the blanket squares I’m planning on doing. If it were an aran or bulky weight hat, sure, I would totally believe I could do this. But this is not an aran or bulky weight hat, it is more like sport weight. Even though the yarn label says worsted weight, I know that not all worsted weights are created equal. This is clearly NOT Vanna’s Choice worsted weight, nor even Red Heart’s worsted weight. It is Knit Picks Chroma worsted weight and Chroma is a much finer worsted weight.
I’m not sure what I was thinking about, but it threw off my groove.
Is it true that putting on a hat will keep your feet warm? If so, I wish this hat were done now, because my feet are cold.
How I spent the day before Mother’s Day:
Playing WoW with my mother 🙂 I have the coolest mom ever 🙂
Side note: Four years ago my ex husband took my son away from me. It’s been four years that my baby has been under this negative influence and I’m heartbroken to say that my son has turned into someone I don’t recognize or understand. And why was this necessary you might ask? Because goats have to be milked and the ex shouldn’t have to be required to live and work in close enough proximity to his animals to be able to do it himself.
Heartbroken is the word of the day.
While you can tell from the picture that Saturday wasn’t sunny, you may not be able to tell that it was raining for a good portion of the day.
I watched out this window for a very long time. I watched a long string of people come and go from the house across the street and I admit to letting myself feel a little helpless. The woman that lives in that house buried her husband that morning. My feelings aren’t very sporting consider that I’m not the one that lost a husband. This really nice couple were the first to introduce themselves to us when we moved here back in October. The rain seems to be a fitting backdrop to what people must be feeling right now.
I’ve heard that it’s in the knitter’s rule book that to be a real knitter (crocheter, cross stitcher) you must have a cat. I think this might be a real thing.
I don’t always keep my human’s project from floating away, but when I do, I look really damn cute doing it.
Despite his expression, Keaton enjoys the great outdoors as much as he enjoys protecting my stitching.
You know that other rule that says the person that cooks doesn’t have to clean up?
Yeah, me neither.
I have most of the floss sorted by first number and I’m slowly winding them onto bobbins.
I thought I had all the 300s done, until I opened the floss away bag binder.
A bit of spring courtesy of my yard. I’m glad of the lilacs. They remind of a huge lilac bush that I left behind when I moved out of my townhouse. The purple tulips were planted by David just after we moved into the new house.
I have been straightening and putting more things away in my craft room although you can tell from the background of this picture. I assure you the floor looks clear and lovely.
It has been a very long time since any of these projects have seen daylight.