The anticipation is over. Yesterday was the big day. Hubby needed to go to Lowe's, as all men do, so he dropped me off at the new Hobby Lobby. I entered, eyes wide with wonder. I had heard things- wonderful things- about wool and cashmire and other yarns of distinction. About 20 minutes later, Hubby joined me in the midst of the yarn section and said, "There’s nothing good, is there?" "Nope," I answered, disillusioned by skein after skein of Red Heart, Lion Brand, and furry scarf yarns, the stuff of Wal-Mart and Hancock.
Was I bitter? No, I still held faint hope of blessings to come. There were empty shelves next to some frizzy Patons yarn. Dare I hope for basic wool? Time will tell. Yet, I could not leave empty handed. I found beneath a 50% off sign a soft and squishy baby yarn and gathered four skeins in my arms. Alas, I neglected to read the fine print. The cashier kindly informed me after searching her sale list and yelling forth, "Hey, Wanda! Is this on sale?" that it was not. Still, I refused to give up. With dragging feet, forlorn and weary, I came home with this:
Pitiful. I tried a swatch last night and I don’t like it. It feels funny. But I went back today and bought rubber stamps- 50% off.
The good news is, I almost have a FO! All pieces knit, and, after four attempts, shoulder seams sewn. I do a luverly side seam, but shoulders are not my forte. I have tried doing short rows rather than decreases, then using a 3-needle bind off. Works well, but I forgot to do it. Instead, I had been trying to do a graft, making my seaming look like another row of stitches. Not good. I pulled out Sally Melville’s Purl Stitch and followed her directions. Happiness abounds!
I planned to forge ahead, the next step being to knit the front bands with a 40" #6 circular, which was a bit difficult since I don’t have a 40" #6 circular. I will in a couple of days, no thanks to Hobby Lobby. (I would just boycott, but I do like my rubber stamps.)
In the mean time, I am working on little things as not to get overly sidetracked. I am determined to finish old blue before I touch another sweater. She’s a jealous one, that blue.