The Chevron Scarf, it grows. I’m desperately trying to find my inner kelp! and ignore the obvious color issues. Not quite pooling, but the scarf is decidedly darker on the left side than the right. This started happening around inch 3, and the only thing keeping me from ripping it all out is that I’m alternating between two balls to knit the thing (and therefore, ripping would involve untwisting the two strands every other row and would be impossibly slow and maddening and I’d rather poke at my eyes with a butterknife). Channelling my inner kelp!…

Oh, and I’m working on something new! A sweater! Not for me. For Yarntopia, a sample for the shop. I never would have chosen the yarn myself (Louisa Harding Thalia - a neato looking ribbon), but it is the fastest knit ever. Ever! Size 11 needles! Make that 13’s due to my death-grip gauge! The pattern is Beckmickle from the Winter’s Muse Landscapes book. If I put my mind to it, I can get through 1+ skeins in a day. I picked up the yarn last Tuesday, and I’ve got both sleeves and the back done already! Um, a certain 6 hour defensive driving course that someone had to take because she SPEEDS LIKE A DEMON also helped get the knitting done quickly.

And the Socktoberfest Rib and Cable socks? Ugh, I don’t even want to look at them right now. If I were speaking to the yarn, I would tell it how pissed I was that the socks came out too tight (and ignore the yarn’s retort that I have the aforementioned death grip on the needles), yet I was still hopeful because I have a new idea rooting around in my head for the socks. But I’m so not talking to the yarn, so there!