Do-Over

I'm still on my sock knitting kick.  I had started a sock a while ago, but I wasn't happy with the way it was turning out.  I set it aside.  Yesterday I picked it up and assessed the situation.  I could have forged ahead . . . hoping it would all work out by the time I reached the toe.  But deep down I knew that wasn't too likely.  Instead I made the wise choice and ripped it all out.

A fresh start.  There's no shame in ripping.  All it took was a slight adjustment, and I'm happy with the result.

This week's color inspiration . . . 

Bright and bold.

Looking Ahead

While everyone else is on vacation, I have other plans.  Summer is my time to gear up for fall, and I'm in the midst of a busy dyeing run. Here's a sneak peek.

Stay tuned.  I'll be posting updates in the coming weeks . . . new colorways, kits and samples in production for fall.

Schedule Update

It's hard to keep to a schedule during the summer, but the other day I decided it was time to get a handle on my schedule for the fall.  I updated all the details in the right sidebar and on the Events page.  I'm getting a jump on all the activity with a trunk show next month at Yarns In The Farms.  More details to come.

This is what I'm looking at this morning.

Around and around . . . listening to the quiet whir of the winder.

Coping with the Heat

The heat has settled in over New England.  I haven't let the hazy, hot, humid weather interfere with my knitting, but I have made some adjustments.  Instead of working on bigger projects, I've shifted attention to my sock knitting.

Socks are perfect for summertime knitting - small and portable without a lot of fabric to contend with.  I've been eyeing a couple sweater projects, but those will have to wait for a break in the weather.  Since I don't see much relief in the immediate forecast, I'll stick with socks for now.

This week's color inspiration was captured in the magic of early morning light.

A colorful dock.

Knitting and Numbers

My crazy summer routine - or lack thereof - has been a bit scattered. Interruptions.  "Mom, I found a new dresser on Craigslist.  Can we pick it up?  Now?"  Of course.  I'm the one with a truck.

Early morning hours.  "Mom, I have a 6:30 a.m. flight.  You can take me to the airport, right?"  Apparently I operate the Logan Shuttle, on call day or night.

Today is going to be different.   I need a spreadsheet to organize dyeing and fall prep, so I've settled in at my desk with a big cup of coffee.  And my knitting, of course.  

Yesterday's knitting progress was more backward than forward.  It happens.  Sometimes a project doesn't work out quite right, and the only solution is to rip it out.  

For today . . . numbers sprinkled with a few short rows.

Lessons Learned . . . Again

Over the weekend I was reminded of a couple important lessons.  I really need to drink more water when it's hot outside.  Coffee doesn't count as water.  

A new printer will work when it's plugged in properly.  I thought my computer was acting up when it couldn't detect the printer, and I had some choice words for said computer.  It turns out I should have retraced my steps all the way back to connecting the power for the new printer.  My son stepped in and saved me

Highlighter tape is my best friend, especially when I'm trying to focus on row after row of text.  I know this, but I had convinced myself the pattern would make sense after a couple more rows.  It didn't.

There's no need to struggle.  This little roll of tape is all I needed to get on track with the project, and now it does make sense.  This is Lines and Corners in case you're wondering.

Today is another day.  I wonder what I'll learn . . . or relearn.

Finding My Rhythm

I have a new project on the needles, but it's off to a slow start.

I'm still not in the groove of working back and forth with the different knit and purl combinations.  I've had far too many interruptions this week . . . a row here, a half row there.  I'm ready for the weekend and some concentrated knitting time.

This week's color inspiration came out of the oven and was gone in the blink of an eye.

Raspberries and rhubarb.  Even the crust is pretty.