Just so I’m clear–which I definitely wasn’t in the last post–the picot edging I did was a simple, no-fuss, picot bindoff. Yeah, I italicize a single word and think I’ve made the entire situation clear. But I didn’t do some fancy picot edging, I bound off into picots.
Still saying “dude, you are using synonyms here”? Yeah, I am. I can do better.
I’ve had one helluva productive weekend. All my clothing is put away! The apartment is starting to be livable! I have boxes of books stacked up where a bookcase will go, once I get one, and I believe–I believe–that I can get a cushy chair to complete my living room, the first time I’ve had a living room that could accomodate this.
But enough about the unpacking. Let’s dazzle you all with an FO.
No pictures yet–still a little too shy–but I knit on public transit in New York for the very first time. I took the bus from work to my new apartment, though I’m not moved in yet. I got the keys on Tuesday, so I met a friend there and we looked at it to make sure everything was in order. I’m happy to say that my memory of it was pretty much dead-on (I’d feared that my mental image, small though it was, would be bigger than the reality). Anyway, my first lesson in knitting on public transit?
Do not try to cable without a cable needle on a moving bus.
Yesterday I sat with the stash. Well, the stash that doesn’t sit next to the couch. And you know what? I purged it like nobody’s business. There were tangled skeins not worth keeping, bulky yarns I will never want to use, and more acrylic than I’d like to admit.
I thought about making stuff available to you guys, but there was so little, really, and pretty much none of it had a label or was a full skein. It wasn’t worth anything to anybody. And now it’s gone!
I finished the Pomatomus for the boy’s mom. This pair will be her Christmas present.
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