Gah. It’s freezing today. COLDCOLDCOLD. It is so hard for me to get up in the morning when it’s cold and rainy and Bella is curled up in the tiniest ball ever. It makes me a grumpy schmoo to leave my bed.
Luckily, I’m knitting a big old warm sweater to wear now that the weather has gotten chilly. I’m using yarn recycled from an enormously HUGE handknit sweater that I got for THREE DOLLARS at the J and J Flea Market. (See Anne Marie’s blog for more J and J details.) My goal was to find a wool sweater that had usable yarn, and I definitely found it. Pictured here is what’s left of the bottom of the sweater … I got a little excited and unraveling and forgot to take a before pic.
You can see that it was a fair isle sweater. A BIG fair isle sweater. I managed to get a LARGE amount of navy blue yarn, and a fair amount of several other colors. At least enough to make a stripey hat. But the navy is already becoming something fabulous: the Lace Leaf Pullover, of Interweave Knits Summer 2005 and also Loop-d-Loop by Teva Durham. I’ve been wanting to knit this for a while, and I got spot-on gauge with my recycled yarn.
I never get spot-on gauge. I’m talking row and stitch gauge. Clearly, this yarn was meant for this pattern. So I’m a-knitting. My only concerns are:
1. This yarn is itchy as HELL. I already washed it once and let it hang up before I started knitting with it. I have plans to give the sweater a nice long bath in Eucalan after I’m done with it.
2. I have no idea how much yarn I actually have, but I’m already done with the bottom half of the sweater, so I’m just going with it. Will I be pissed if I get to the last sleeve and don’t have enought yarn? Well, yes. But will it be my fault? YES.
3. Sweaters obtained at the J and J are from an unknown source. I got a little itchy while I was knitting with it. Am I inhaling some strange unknown substance that is residing in the yarn? (This concern actually overcame me on Sunday, while knitting and watching “The Man with the Seven Second Memory
” on TLC. He got a crazy rare infection in his brain that destroyed his hippocampus and now he only has a seven-second memory. So my brain went: Yarn from unknown source = possible rare infection = Carrieoke with the Seven Second Memory. And people, I actually PUT THE SWEATER DOWN, took the needles out, and stopped knitting. Insane? YES. I know. I will plead that it was late at night and also that I take meds for the crazy. I had a smart friend
reassure me the next day that the yarn would not destroy my hippocampus, and I’m back on track now. Yeesh. )
In other weekend news: we got a dishwasher. See tiny photo taken by my phone. YAYAYAYAYAYAY. I cannot express how happy the dishwasher makes us. It’s portable, on wheels, since we have limited under the counter space, and we totally got a deal on it. Holla.
We love you, tiny dishwasher schmoo.
This weekend: Bling show. Piano gig on Saturday at some fancy corporate party. And lots of knitting. Stay warm!