When I first started knitting again, my boss thought it was adorable. It was in the winter, our "quiet" season, and she needed me to put in more hours. Part of the compensation for doing so was a kit from Americo for the Atlas Shrug. Great, give me a reason to not be here. I've had the yarn and pattern sitting in a bag ever since... too many projects to finish for other people to bother making something for myself.
Just before my face broke, I pulled it out and started it up. It started out a little rough. I decided to make the Large size, so that it would be all prosh and comfy. The pattern calls for 14" single points or 24" circular. Or. Or. I am not the most fond of circular needles and it didn't quite click in that what would require 24" couldn't possibly fit on 14" straight needles. So I started. Then stopped and spent a solid hour cursing my head, hands and eyes as I dropped stitches and picked them back up trying to transfer everything I had done onto the long-ass circular needles. The pattern calls for an increase of nearly 3 times the cast-on, you see.
On the cast-on though, it's the first time I've used the "tubular" cast-on and I'm kind of excited to see how it turns out. It's supposed to be stretchier, so I can see how it'd be really useful for an edge.
I also bought the Vogue Knitting Fall 2009 issue and almost died laughing when I saw McKey from ANTM on the cover. Really, bb? Really? Glad that gig actually got her some work, and I know it's a knitting magazine, can't expect miracles, and god, can I use any more commas? She looked dumpy (where I was trying to go with the earlier failed sentance.) Except in the hats, which were greatgreatgreat and I need to make all of them right now.
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