Well, I was about to title this post “brain broken” but I realized that’s not a theme I really want to emphasize.
Oh RIGHT! I have knitting.
(I have no knitting pictures, but I have knitting to at least mention.)
So, a couple weeks ago I received my Shockingly Blue Tanis Yellow Label DK in Cobalt. I wound it but didn’t feel like hunting down needles. Primarily because I know where most of my needles are but can never remember where I put my gauges. THEN. I found a gauge. It’s a Susan Bates gauge, and it isn’t my fave because it doesn’t have the non-SB sizes (2.5mm and 3mm, most notably). In any case, I figured I could still determine those sizes using the gauge, and went on my needle hunt. I found a hundred thousand 2.25mm Addis, but no 2.5mm. In the course of the search, I got a basket off my closet’s top shelf, which had all my beaverslide, and ALSO, unbeknownst to me, bags and bags of UFOs. I found my Monkeys (one of which is done and the other as yet unassembled) and three other socks in varying stages of doneness. Two of those others will be ripped, one needs further investigation, but the Monkeys have been brought out, and will be finished. Then I had to find a size 0 needle. At this point I realized I’d misplaced the SB gauge so I got out my trusty Droid-based needle gauge and began remeasuring all the needles looking for a zero. Remember when I mentioned I had all those 2.25 mm Addis? Addi doesn’t MAKE a 2.25mm. My SB NEEDLE GAUGE WAS STRETCHED OUT. I didn’t have four sets of 2.25s, I had four sets of 2.5mms! GAH.
Anyway, the other day I started the band of Litchfield. (Sport weight on 2.5mm. Will I never learn about the gauge?) It will be a long term thing, I suspect. (After all, we’re pretty much done with wool-hat-season in southern AZ.) Still toodling along on the Après Surf, which looks remarkably similar to the last photo. I am just a couple inches from the spot where I’ll split for the sleeves, which should be fun. Zippy zippy!
And since I have no photos, I will attempt to embed a photo of Smacky dancing to Beat It. (Kindly ignore the laundry – I’d dumped it there to grab my phone and video the kidlet.)