Nice Pair

What sadistic jerk ever decided that in knitting, we have to do so many things twice?  Two feet = two socks.  Two hands = two mittens.  Two arms = two sleeves.  I swear, someday I'm going to knit an evening gown, just so I can get away with only making one shoulder.  It's a personal problem: I have the attention span of a soap bubble.  Doing something once is such a huge achievement for me that nothing short of a mandatory waiting period restores my attraction to the project.  Only after a suitable rest can I come back and finish the second sock/pant leg/earflap.  I think that attempting a pair of knitted gloves with ten whole fingers might actually kill me.

Knowing about this weakness of mine, I have learned to fake myself out.  Usually when I make a sweater, I knit a sleeve first, then the body, before starting all over on another sleeve.  The Red Faery, for some reason, did not inspire that sort of forethought.  Here I am at the bitter end, with two days left until we leave for my mom's birthday, and neither sleeve is finished.  What made me put down one halfway through and start another completely escapes me, if I even noticed it in the first place.  Attention span.  Sleeve Gremlins.  Saw something shiny. 

I'm trying to take it easy on myself.  Everybody else I know who attended Sock Summit is still in a puddle on the floor, contemplating recovery.  I would be too, but my kids have this hangup about wanting food and shelter, so I showed up for work instead.  Still, I wouldn't mind some toothpicks to prop my eyelids open with.  Sock needles are too long - I already tried.  The @#$%^ing sleeves aren't going to knit themselves in time for my mom's birthday, even though I asked them politely to. Crying and swearing also had no effect.  The sleeves just lay there, unfinished; Mocking me with their lack of caps or underarm shaping. 

And it's not that Mom wouldn't understand getting a box of disjointed sweater parts for her birthday.  I'm pretty sure she pioneered the practice of giving unfinished gifts when her five children were young.  But I only have two children (three, if you count Phillip), and it feels like wimping out for me to admit defeat before the 11th hour. 

So I need to just grow a pair.  Of Sleeves.  

Holding Pattern

The Red Faery slowly and surely progresses.  I'm maybe 3" shy of having the back done, and then it's time to block.  The temperature on Wednesday in Portland was 105 Fahrenheit, and there I was with a lap full of wool.  We have no AC at our house, so my living room was a blast furnace.  I contemplated the stupidity of working on a big woolly sweater in that kind of heat, and decided that it was a lot like when chickens drown from being too stupid to get out of the rain.  I admitted defeat and drank a beer.

Temperatures are a bit more reasonable now, so I'm back at it.  I'm at T minus 15 days till Mom's birthday, during which time I will attend Sock Summit, complete the Desert Rain pattern layout, package a bunch of knitting kits, and prepare a talk for an appearance.  No Sweat.  Well, ok, a modicum of sweat, but mostly because it's still way stinking hot.  Oh, and there's mandatory overtime at work, so I've been at the office for about a million hours this week.  Good thing my family are self-winding.  The whole "working full time" thing is really starting to crowd my knitting, ya know?

In other news, an extremely gifted goldsmith I know has created the following works of art for Mom's sweater:  Faery Ring Buttons!
 

I totally cannot stand how freaking beautiful these buttons are.  The ones for Mom's Red Faery are (naturally) the silver ones with garnets, in the center of the top row.  Those are real garnets, set in fine silver, by the way.  It's a dream come true for me: Real Sweater Jewelry, which no one else is making, to my knowledge.  Stay tuned for links to the website where you can get these, and other mind-blowingly beautiful baubles.  Know what I love most about these little faeries?  Their wee cutaway coats, hats and pointy shoes.  And wings.  And sparkly jewels.  And the little ring of mushrooms around the edge, which represent a real faery ring.  Killer.  Totally Killer.

In unrelated  news, I'm told by alert readers that my book is featured in the new issue of Interweave Knits.  I haven't seen it yet, myself, but I plan to pick up a copy on the way home from work.  If you have one laying around, take a look!

Saturday I get to go on a date with Phillip, to the 40th birthday party of one of our best friends.  Double bonus: Big fun with people I love, and grownup time with husband!
 

Red Faery

Remember when I was carrying on about not wanting to duplicate any more projects?  Yeah, I take it all back.  I found the love again, and its name is Faery Ring. 

What better gift could knitting give to me, than a reminder that I still love this design?  I might even love it more, now that I'm not creating it for the first time.  It's relaxing; almost as if I'm making someone else's pattern.  There is a huge luxury inherent in the assumption that the pattern you are making will actually turn out to be the design you expected.  This is not something designers get to enjoy when making a brand-new project.  Not having to count every single stitch eight times because it's being written down for someone else to follow is really nice.  I can remember what it was like to knit before I was a designer, and the freedom and joy that go with diving into a project for which the heavy lifting has already been done.

When I made my first Faery Ring, I had no guarantee at the beginning that the sweater I got at the end would be any good.  This one is a different experience, with that element resolved.  I know it will be good, because the first one is proof.  At last, I understand the advantage of making the same thing twice: If I liked the first one, the second will be even better.  I even think I may be starting to understand how some knitters latch onto a pattern and make it over and over again (horrors!).  There is a huge degree of comfort and reassurance in knowing a recipe so well that you can make it by heart.  What could be better than knitting like that?