Friday Night Knitting
Here I go again….stacking up my drafts until I forget what it was I wanted to say. Thank goodness I am organized with my pictures… at least.
So this is the kinda stuff I do on Friday Nights…to keep me off the mean streets of Burbank.
The pictures below show how you can block a garment in no time. It was dry enough to unpin and take home at the end of the night.
Hopefully I will get to see what it looks like once it’s seamed up…but it looked really good when she left my place that night. Maybe I’ll get to snap some pictures later.
I also thought I would snap a WIP picture…of course, there isn’t much more done on my project yet. I haven’t had much time to work on it lately.
Really, I know, it’s February already and I am still handing out Christmas gifts? What is this madness?
My friend Mallory came to the shop with Mother and brother in tow, to come spend some time around friends and the sweet smell of wool.
What does one do after a really supremely horrendous week?
Hit the Grilled Cheese truck and go knitting. Oh, and the libations help.
I was incredibly lucky to get to the shop early this past week. Everyone had left work early for the holiday weekend, so I decided to get out of there too.
I met up with Mal at the shop, determined to spend my time catching up on my personal projects because I had not really devoted any time to them recently. Don’t get me wrong, I am seriously determined to get some charity projects done, but I have a few things just sitting here and I was feeling like I was losing some momentum.
I started knitting on my Mountain View Cardigan. Oh yeah….*that sweater*…it’s still around. One of these days, I might even finish it. For right now, baby steps. It’s not complete, but I did finish the back of it.
While I worked, Mal did her felting thing…
I brought my Phoenix and the Carpet project but I hadn’t planned on working on it. Then Michelle showed up and I couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to snap a couple of pics of our dueling KAL projects! We’re both a little behind on our clues…
Well, except I haven’t been to knitting in a month!
Ash and I decided to hang out and spend some quality time with our knitting, the ladies at the shop and a 12″ Doctor Who.
Flo: “What is that? An EPI pen?”
Ashley: “Yes, he’s a time lord with a bee allergy.”
I am still taking it easy on the knitting. I have a new project started, but I am not going “full out” like I do with most projects. I have to say, in an attempt to have more time to be still and relax, I have been doing a lot of reading. I am finding I really quite like it.
So this past Friday, I spent more time chatting with the ladies about my recent trip and the other weird stuff going on in my life than actually knitting anything.
But this is a photo heavy blog!?! Yes, and luckily I have lots of friends who are working on things.
Ok, I am backtracking a little here.
Last Friday…it’s my last knit meetup before I leave on my trip. I had all these plans to not stay out too late and get home and work on getting the house all ready for my parents visit. We are not exactly the neatest people and my husband and I lack some serious organizational type skills…well, when it comes to our home at least.
So, my LYS has stopped their after parties for a little while, and the ladies and I needed to find a new place to hang out and knit after hours. We decided on a local Starbucks and headed that direction so we could hang out.
Now, all sorts of things happened to us after we left the shop and Starbucks. There was a rescue operation, Irish step dancing, and some table dancing antics at the local late night diner (and incidentally where all the local cops hang out). All of this while completely sober.
And I am telling you all of this…why? Meh, I dunno. I guess to say that we knitters that play together, stay together. Yup. A PSA. Oh, and to say I got absolutely nothing that I had intended to get done actually got done.
On a side note…one of the ladies at knitting brought me her “baby” boy. Knitted by her and anatomically correct.
Really, when we get together…I can’t explain what happens. I think we all go a little crazy.
This week was no exception. Although this time we got antsy, persuaded the folks at Baskin-Robbins to stay open so we could satisfy our late night craving for ice cream, they kicked us out and we ate our treats in a local laundromat. It was a fitting end of a very long, bizarre week for me.
I think this might be the first time anyone has ever sketched me. How cool!
I couldn’t NOT go to the shop…after all, I wouldn’t be seeing my girls for awhile.
We did a little show and tell…and I wore my freshly blocked Valsez dans l’abime to show off…