Ripit Ripit

Sunday morning Jake and I went into the town on the edge of our University’s campus and had some lovely coffee and mocha muffins. On a whim, I asked him if he’d like to accompany me into the rustic gift/fabric store across the way. They have a small yarn selection as well, and I told myself him I wanted to ‘just look around’. Of course that didn’t happen. There was a large basket and cubby of yarn marked ‘50% off’. After perusing and resisting organizing it it I chose two skeins of Debbie Bliss Rialto Chunky in ‘43014’ and ‘43011’. It’s 100% wool and was $3.00 a skein with the discount. I couldn’t say no to that.


After that, we went into one of the two antique stores on the main street. He wanted to look at the shelf of video games the one had. I was more than game. The case was no longer there, the vendor having left the store. I, however, came away with two things. A bit of fabric with paper dolls on it (the fabric was also 50% off and cost $1.00).


I didn’t have enough room to take a picture of it all opened up, so I made a collage of somewhat dubious quality in photoshop. It occurs to me now that I could have made one on it here.

I also found a craft book from the 1980s ($1.50). It has some motifs in it I particularly like. Between that and the new yarn, I think I smell a hat pattern.

What else have I been doing?

I’ve started the Fightin’ Words Mitts and, dear friends, it hasn’t been going well. The first time I ripped it out I didn’t like the striped ribbing I was improving. The second I had forgotten to start one of the points of colorwork. Time three was because I had forgotten to start increasing for the thumb gusset.


This is where I am right now and, unfortunately, it is waiting to be ripped out again. It’s too small. Not so small it doesn’t fit. Just not comfortably. I planned to take a few hours today and rip it out without any distractions, but the day just got away from me.


I also did some spinning last week. The amount I managed isn’t so notable as the fact that I spun anything at all. I’ve been working on these rolags since July and I would like to have them finished at some point.

I also did some knitting on the ten-stitch charity blanket, but not enough for it to be worth taking a picture of. It still looks mostly the same. School has been crazy right off the bat and I applied for a new job today and people want me to join or run new clubs. Maybe lots of meeting time will mean listening and knitting time. Maybe not, I’ll squeeze it in regardless.



Katzen Bites Back

I finished my Katzen Bites Back socks! I’m so excited that I have no lead-up. They’re just done!


I apologize for the slightly crappy quality of the pictures, the lighting in my dorm room is, apparently, not the best. These socks are the Mercury Socks by Kim Drotar. I knit them out of Schoppel Woll Ambiente, in the colorway  ‘Katzenbißer’ (‘cat-biter’ for those who don’t speak German like me).


I also managed to get to the post office and have it be open (I went Monday, and they were closed for an unannounced lunch break. Tuesday campus was closed for a snowstorm and so was the post office). I got my yarn for my Fightin’ Words mitts, also going to be in multiple KALs.


They are three skeins of Cascade 220 Fingering

After adding them to my stash on Ravelry, the colors are Black, Ruby, and White. So I was close.

Drive-By Blogging

It’s been less than 24 hours since I stopped in here to talk to you all, but I thought I should do a quick and dirty post since I last mentioned my Katzen Bites Back socks I have knit what amounts to a whole sock.


I’ve mitered the toe shut on the first one with about 10 yards of yarn left. I may have had to fudge the toe decreases to make it work, but, in the end, it did. I’ve started the second sock and am on the foot now, past the gusset decreases. I struggled with the lace a little bit this time. It started with me trying to knit on the leg while watching Howl’s Moving Castle with my mom.

I love Studio Ghibli movies and it had been enough time since I’d seen Howl’s Moving Castle that I couldn’t exactly remember how it went. From there on, I’ve been spotting mistakes a few rows down and having to let the stitches drop down and reknit them up one by one.

Today was the first day of my spring semester. That means that there was a lot of talking and not a lot of note-taking. I got quite a bit of knitting done during my Spanish class. I’m hoping to be mostly done with them by tomorrow tonight because I have two classes in the morning and a three hour night class that I can knit my way through, more or less.

I also found a box for the box o’ sox KAL. One needs a box for their sox, obviously. I bought a box I found in the Valentines Day aisle at Walmart.


I bought this box because, as many of you know, I am in school to become an elementary school teacher. I’m not sure If I like the box yet. We’ll have to see.

Proud to be a Knitter

I went to a sister march with my mom yesterday. We were unable to travel to DC so we found one about an hour away. We stood with two churches and an Islamic center and listened to the Constitution read from beginning to end. I’m not going to show posters or signs (for that you can check my twitter on the side), but I do want to show the knitting.

My dudes, the place was filthy with knitters and crafters in general. To create something out of yarn is a deliberate act, you don’t whoopsie and suddenly have a lace shawl cast off. It’s a deliberate series of stitch-by-stitch actions, similar, I believe, to the actions of the next four years.

But for now, lets focus on the lovely knitting!


There was this lovely moss stitch beret.


There were some lovely cabled mitts that were a lot less blurry in person.


There were, of course, several knit and crochet p_ssy hats.


But, my favorite out all the knits was this lovely shawl. I wish that I had been brave enough to ask her what pattern it was. I’ve left the picture blown up so maybe someone on here can maybe tell me the pattern.

If any of you are interested in what you can do now that the march is over, the group that organized the march has a list of ten things you can do in the first 100 days.

Think Pink

I cast on a p_ssyhat for myself while the Mercury socks were out of commission. I’m not able to go to the Women’s March on Washington this Saturday, but I wanted to be able to support the marchers from afar. I cast on 88 stitches in a sport/dk weight (the label said dk but I disagree) held double, and after five or so inches of knitting a slipped stitch pattern, it was clear this hat might fit my niece A, if I was lucky.

I frogged it back and cast on 96 stitches and repeated while my brother and I watched Nerve (okay movie, the ending redeems it). Then, yesterday while I worked on it, I tried it on. It was so tight it actually hurt. I ripped it out again at maybe 6:00 that night and tried again.


This is what it looked like once I yanked it off the needles. I then unraveled it and cast on 100 stitches on needles a size up. I forgoed (forwent? forgave?) the slip stitch pattern and knit it plain vanilla organizing my yarn scraps into a gradient while I listened to hours and hours of Welcome to Nightvale. This is what it looked like five hours later.


(An aside? I just saw my cat launch herself off the arm of the couch and fly through the air. She is now tearing around the house at breakneck speeds. That’s it. I just had to share)

The yarns used so far are (from bottom to top) Elsebeth Lavold Silky Wool XL in ‘Cinnamon’, Berroco Weekend Dk in ‘Rose’ (I think) held double, Cascade 220 Superwash  in ‘Strawberry Cream’ (Again, I think), and at the very top there’s KnitPicks Swish DK in ‘Conch’. There’s one more color after that, but I have no idea what it is, other than I used it in this project eons ago (think old blog eons ago).

I alternated between my p_ssyhat and knitting my Katzen Bites Back socks with the needle I found that night in my bedsheets whilst waiting for my new Chiaogoos to arrive. (Why did I find it there? How did it get there when I did not knit in or near my bed that day? Who knows.)

They arrived yesterday and are, for the time being, redundant. I’m sure I can find some way to put them to use. For now, look at how cool the laser etching tells you the size is!


Full disclosure, this picture is a wee bit blurry because only one hand is holding the camera. The other is holding the needle because the first time I took the picture (with two hands) the needle rolled off of the windowsill and down into the baseboard heater. It came out the bottom, but I didn’t want to tempt fate.

Anyway, I finished up the cuff in short order and turned the heel while watching Furious7 with my brother. (He and my mom are the ones setting up the Netflix queue. This means it’s a cultural whiplash-inducing mix of Humphrey Bogart and his peers, and brand new action movies.)

I struggled to turn the heel, the first few times I ended up with a bunch of stitches left on one side and none on the other.  I then began to think I was smarter than the designer (No, no I’m not. Not about this.) and try to come up with the ‘correct’ number of stitches to knit at the beginning of the heel. Then, finally, I ripped it back to the heel flap and started at my knitting, forcing myself to tune out five minutes of a car chase on the side of a mountain. And lo-and-behold, when I followed the instructions accurately, I ended up with a proper heel.


I’ve since finished the gusset and am chugging along nicely on the foot. I would really like to finish it tonight, but since the Netflix dvds (we can’t stream things on our internet where we live) were sent back today that means there won’t be any new movies tonight. Maybe more Welcome to Nightvale, or we’ll have to dig through our collection. It is totally possible to finish it tonight except for the fact I’m worried I will run out of yarn.


This is how much of the first ball I have left. I planned one ball per sock. 50 grams should be plenty per sock. Maybe knitting a seven-inch leg wasn’t the best idea. I was going to measure the foot so we could over-analyze whether I was going to make it together, but now I can’t find my tape measure.

Knitting, Finally

Friday might have been the 13th, but Thursday was my unlucky day. I was just having a miserable day and finally convinced myself to get out of my empty, dark house and do something. I decided to go the LYS instead of the bar (I jest, I’m 21 but I don’t drink). Once I got there, I spent a few hours talking to the owner and knitting. I worked on my Mercury Socks, which I am fully addicted to. (Good thing; I want them to be my January entry into the BoxO’Sox KAL and the Arctic Knits Sockness KAL)

I took some pictures of them this morning, complete with cat of course.



I’m about 5 inches into the 7-inch leg on the first sock (including ribbing). Bad news- one of my DPNs disappeared last night. I know I had all four when I left the LYS because I knit on the socks while I was waiting for the noodles to boil last night. I’ve checked all over the kitchen and the living room, down in the couches, under chairs etc. but I can’t find it anywhere. I blame the cat. She might be trying to tell me she is tired of modeling the sock.

I ordered a new set of US 1 (2.25 mm I think) needles on amazon while I was getting my textbooks. Hopefully, they’ll be here soon since I wanted them to be my January entry for two KALs. I’m already kinda iffy on whether I can knit 12 pairs of socks in a year, so this isn’t helping my self-esteem.

Anyway, back to the LYS. I bought 2 skeins of yarn while I was there because I decided I needed a pick-me-up.

I bought a skein of Ella Rea Lace Merino DK yarn in ‘BI Pink, or 206.


The picture is dark, but the colors are as close to accurate as possible. I also bought a skein of Cascade Yarns 220 Superwash Aran Splatter. The picture isn’t quite right color-wise, but it’s the best I can do.


I also finished the Geek Feminist Revolution and will be writing up a review for it (spoiler alert: I loved it). Would you guys be interested in me posting it here?


It’s been cold lately. So cold, in fact, I made a vlog about it. (It’s made, but not uploaded. I’ll link to it when I do.) Tuesday I had an appointment to get my flu shot at 8:45. My appointment was right on time (unlike my dentist appointment) and I was out the door by 9:00. Them, I popped into the grocery store a block away to get some things. I was out of there in another 15 minutes.  It had been flurrying when I left my doctor’s and by the time I left the grocery store, enough snow had fallen I not only had to clean off my car, but had to drive super slowly to get home.

There are several hills between town and my house and I slipped down the last one that has a v-shaped curve I must go around to get home. My car didn’t want to do that, though, so we went a little ways and turned around properly so that I could turn around, and by the grace of a man in an oversized pickup truck who stopped to let me in my little (thankfully all-wheel-drive) Subaru go past when I should have had to stop for him I was able to get back up the hill and then down the road I needed to go down to get home.

At about 11 the scary computer lady called to tell me all students in my brother’s district were getting out  3 & 1/2 hours early. He came home and the snow stopped at 1. We didn’t get more that 2 inches, though it came all at once.

That night, it rained. The next day there was a half-inch of ice on top of everything. School was canceled for my brother. The driveway was encrusted in ice and snow so I did the only thing I could think of. I shoveled/scraped the entire thing. You might wonder why I didn’t just wait for it to melt. Well, it was surprisingly warm Wednesday, and I was worried it would all freeze solid that night with no snow underneath.

So, I spent an hour and a half of my life entertaining myself with renditions of ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’ (one of the only songs I can carry a tune with), the ‘Itsy Bitsy Spider’, butchered versions of ‘She’ll be Coming ‘Round the Mountain When she Comes‘*, ‘I Know an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly, ‘** ‘Siyahumba‘***, and ‘Drunken Sailor‘****  since I didn’t know most of the words for each of these songs. I also sang Happy Birthday to Alexander Hamilton, because about 1/2 way through the ordeal I realized it was actually his birthday (Feel free in the comments to point out that I am enough of a nerd to know when Alexander Hamilton’s Birthday is. I know. I relish in it.).

In the end, I got it done, and got a free concert out of it (though the quality is doubtful).


Hear me roar.

(I promise I will talk about knitting tomorrow)

Song Notes Because I’m a Nerd

*This is the closest version to the one I remember singing with my grandmother at age 4 or 5, although I remember something about red pajamas…  Also apparently, in other versions, they have to kill the rooster to get the chicken and dumplings…

** I had forgotten that the old lady dies in the end until I heard my mom singing it with my niece. In this version, she blows up (??) which is kind of terrifying since it’s a clip from Sesame Street (??!)

***This one is more of a ‘church song’, but I learned it in my Middle School chorus, not that I can sing.

****Seriously, listen to this one. It’s a good old sea shanty. I couldn’t remember any part but ‘shave his belly with a rusty razor’, but I digress.

What’s Monogamy?

I told you I could feel a coup coming. I could feel it in my bones.

I finished off the ball of green on the ten stitch blanket that I have finally taken a picture of.


I flung aside the shawl in Calliope that was finally starting to look the way I thought I might want it to. (See? It landed on the cat.)


And I started a sock.


It’s a k1tbl, p1 ribbing for the Mercury Socks. (modified from the pattern’s K2 P1 ribbing) It can be seen below at my brother’s futsal game, with my new copy of the Geek Feminist Revolution, by Kameron Hurley.


I had been enamored with the pattern since I saw it on the Yarngasm podcast, and when I rationalized realized that none of my projects were suited for portable court-side knitting, I decided to cast on one of the two Schoppel-Wolle. Ambiente balls (in the colorway Katzenbeißer, meaning ‘cat biter’ which I find hilarious given the impending Women’s March on Washington DC and the p_ssyhat project, and the state of American Politics in general, but I digress) that I bought last spring. I had a moment of anxiety before I threw the slightly messy ball into my project bag. I had been hoarding coveting saving it for almost a year, and it was hard to decide to use it.

I’ve been planning to use it as a travel-only project, but as I continue to be lukewarm about my shawl-in-the-making the sock is calling to me.

Maybe I’ll work on my blanket a bit.


Monday I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep despite the radiating pain in my wrists, especially my right one. The next day I awoke and packed to head down to Jake’s house. At 8 AM I called the dentist to try to reschedule the cleaning I was supposed to have on Wednesday. I managed to get a cancellation time for 11 AM that day.

As I left my house I realized it was raining. Not quite a torrential downpour, but a fair amount. I wasn’t too happy about that. Not that I’m scared of driving in the rain, but I hate the enormous amount of brainpower it uses.

I arrived at the dentist’s at 10:50 and got myself checked in. I sat and read Time magazines that creeped me out a fair bit since they were all from before judgment day the election. At 11:35 I was ushered into the office. The hygenist took some x-rays and then the dentist himself came to check out my mouth. Since the lady was behind, he was checking me before she cleaned it.

He took a gander at the x-rays that were projected up on the TV screen in the corner. I was thinking to myself ‘dang I have a nice looking mouth’ when he turned to me and said ‘Looks pretty nice. A little gingevitis here and there, but that’s normal.’ I gawked at him like he had just said I was growing my vampire fangs quite nicely.

I honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. I can’t imagine he’d joke about it, but he had sounded so joke-y. I decided to myself that I’d take his comment seriously.

I refrained from shoving the hygenist away from me as she mauled examined my mouth. ‘You drink a lot of coffee,’ she said dryly.

‘Yeth,’ I responded as calmly as I could given that her finger was still in my mouth.

‘You should use a whitening toothpaste. I’ll give you a few samples.’ I only retorted ‘do use a whitening toothpaste‘ in my head.

As she explained for the third time how to floss, I refrained from screaming ‘I know how to f%&*ing floss! I can still remember the demonstration we had in the music room when I was in elementary school! Since admitting I know how to floss, but don’t, would be even worse.

I was out the door at 12:12 PM with two mini tubes of the exact toothpaste I currently use, a snazzy new soft-bristled toothbrush, some awfully thick looking floss, and the fear of my teeth falling out of my head in me.

I refrained from sobbing/screaming all the way to Jakes house (in the rain). You should be proud of me my dudes. Why? I didn’t knit at all that day. Not in the waiting room, not during the examination, not once I got to Jake’s. I didn’t knit for almsot 48 hours, the most I haven’t knitted in probably years.

Why would I torture myself in such a manner? My damn wrists. I didn’t want a repetative stress injury. I did it, though, my wrists feel much better, and I’ve been flossing every evening.

(You should be proud of that too.)

Anarchy Reigns

My mom and stepfather have been gone on their annual January vacation only approximately 13 hours and chaos has taken over the house.

  • We had tater tots and pierogies for supper.
  • The cat is walking and laying on the counters and tables.
  • I was on Instagram at the supper table.
  • My brother is doing the dishes since I cooked something, but he is doing them ‘later’. I am trying to not let this make me twitch.

Who knows what shenanigans we will get up to before they get back? I might even stop knitting monogamously…

(But that wouldn’t take a household coup for that to happen)