Yarn, traffic, me!
Before I get lazy today, I wanted to post that I do have my sweater yarn. I'd been wanting to make something for myself, now that I could make things other than scarves. But what to make? Restricted by patterns and yarn budget, plus the climate way down here, I wasn't really sure what I could make. But, I'd had my eye on the Central Park Hoodie for quite some time, and I decided to take the plunge. After many closings of the website with the yarn (and clearly, second thoughts) I bought the yarn. $90 worth of yarn. It was pretty scary spending that much on one project, that I may or may not knit correctly, for me.
And it arrived yesterday, and it is beautiful.
I love it. It's lovely and soft and the color is actually what was represented in the picture. I purchased this from Eat, Sleep, Knit and they even sent a cute little scratch-off card. Sadly, I didn't win anything. But! The quick delivery and cute lotto card/ruler I got will ensure another order. The little extras do add up!
However, I am not looking forward to having to ball all this yarn. 2016 yards is a lot to ball by hand, since I haven't been able to get a ball winder yet. Sigh. I guess it's just as well, since the needles haven't gotten here, but .... I don't wanna!
Since I had the minor crisis of the needle-snapping, I had to go into town and buy new needles. I figured I'd pop into W-M and see if they had them. Surely they would have them. They will... right? No... my plan to go to the nearest store to get needles was foiled. I had to drive all the way across town in rush-hour traffic. Lovely. Hobby Lobby did end up having DPNs... in sets of four. I need five. I wondered, "Surely the amount of people that knit things with five needles would necessitate the availability of sets of four and five needles at a craft store?" Their only redeeming quality is that they are shiny and purple. (And since they're metal, though not steel, I can pretend I'm like Laura and Mary from the Little House books.) And I have three extras if I decide to bend one, since I had to get two sets. Which I guess may not be a bad thing after all. They're markedly heavier than the surinas I was using though - I know they weigh practically nothing, but I did notice it the minute I picked up the sock after switching out the needles.
Yes. Traffic on the way back. I really don't know what possessed me to take this shot, but I like it for some reason. The street (or the cross street, but I think it's mine) is called Guatemala Street. Tell me how weird that is. I know there are streets (lots of them) named after countries and such, but it just seems incongruous in an area like this. Maybe it's just me.
Plus, since I am vain, I took a picture of me while in the car. Excuse the thumb.
However, I am not looking forward to having to ball all this yarn. 2016 yards is a lot to ball by hand, since I haven't been able to get a ball winder yet. Sigh. I guess it's just as well, since the needles haven't gotten here, but .... I don't wanna!
Since I had the minor crisis of the needle-snapping, I had to go into town and buy new needles. I figured I'd pop into W-M and see if they had them. Surely they would have them. They will... right? No... my plan to go to the nearest store to get needles was foiled. I had to drive all the way across town in rush-hour traffic. Lovely. Hobby Lobby did end up having DPNs... in sets of four. I need five. I wondered, "Surely the amount of people that knit things with five needles would necessitate the availability of sets of four and five needles at a craft store?" Their only redeeming quality is that they are shiny and purple. (And since they're metal, though not steel, I can pretend I'm like Laura and Mary from the Little House books.) And I have three extras if I decide to bend one, since I had to get two sets. Which I guess may not be a bad thing after all. They're markedly heavier than the surinas I was using though - I know they weigh practically nothing, but I did notice it the minute I picked up the sock after switching out the needles.
Yes. Traffic on the way back. I really don't know what possessed me to take this shot, but I like it for some reason. The street (or the cross street, but I think it's mine) is called Guatemala Street. Tell me how weird that is. I know there are streets (lots of them) named after countries and such, but it just seems incongruous in an area like this. Maybe it's just me.
Plus, since I am vain, I took a picture of me while in the car. Excuse the thumb.
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