the Village Knittiot

Much progress was made on Rogue this weekend. Not only that, but yesterday I even managed to capture a rare and elusive picture of the Rogue in light that doesn’t make it look like dirty, washed out Prison Rogue. And though Prison Rogue is infinitely better than the frightening Prison Poncho of Martha Stewart fame, I’d rather just avoid prison altogether as a source of inspiration for knitting.

See. It is Purple. Actually, I have to confess it isn’t even quite that purple. There really is more grey in it than that, but I’ve given up on accurate color. At least this one looks lively.

I just finished Chart A (the cables that run up each side) and am heading into the well documented waters of Chart C, which winds it’s way up into the hood. I’ll be working away on the hood this weekend, I imagine, and then it is only the sleeves left. There are many things that I want to say about how much easier it is to knit a sweater than I had thought it would be, or how quick of a knit this Rogue pattern is (despite it’s intimidating 19 pages), but I fear that I may anger the knitting gods and end up hanging myself on the fast approaching hood portion of the pattern. So I will reserve judgement, observations and any self-congratulatory speeches until I have safely sewed in all my ends.

Saturday night I wore the Dramatic Shawl out to a party hosted by none other than Big Geek. People, let me just say her knitting room is like a religious experience. You wouldn’t believe her stash even if I told you, and the number of books she has…it’s like a little library of knitting lore. I was particularly pleased by the number of comments I received on the Dramatic Shawl and I am hoping that since many of the comments were immediately followed by a “Did you make that?” it was simply because, being of the creative ilk as so many of them were, they assumed that, like themselves, I am a creative genius, and not because it was the knitting equivalent of a finger painting that someone with the artistic understanding of Donald Trump would make.

Also, thanks to the Easter Bunny (Thank you Easter Bunny! *bawk, bawk* — Does anyone else remember that commercial? I think it was for Cadbury Eggs) I now have $50 burning a hole in my pocket and urging me to get to the yarn store post haste. There is actually a constant litany in my head lately that goes something like — socks, socks, socks, socks, socks, SOCKS, socks, socks… — you get the idea. Anyway, Saturday is the monthly Linux Meetup and it is not 50 yards from a yarn shop — a yarn shop that, even though the owner is vile and once searched through all the books in her store, counting them to make sure that my copy of Stitch-n-Bitch was really my copy and that I hadn’t stolen it despite the fact that I pulled it out of my purse and was talking to her about a pattern in it two seconds after she watched me walk into her shop and pull the book out of my bag to consult the pattern I was having trouble with, nevertheless has some very nice sock yarns (Is yarns a word? Or is the plural of yarn, yarn?). So, it appears that socks are next on my knitting agenda. Any pattern recommendations and/or advice, as always, are more than welcome!

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