Remember the song?
"I couldn't sleep at all last night..."
Yes, well said, my mantra.
Must
Wake
Up.
Must
Get
Dressed.
Must
GoTo
Work.
The only good thing about having to wake up today is that it's Friday, and I can try to sleep in Saturday and Sunday--if my dog will allow it. (Don't worry. She won't allow it. I already know that I'm dreaming.)
Must
Wake
Up.
A friend of mine at the office says that he used a sleep apnea machine and slept better than he had in years--
AT the HOSPITAL.
Now, we all know how noisy hospitals are, right?
He said the machine was quieter than the aquarium he has at home. That sold me.
I'm thinking seriously about calling my doctor and having her prescribe me a sleep study, head in and find out what I already know about my having sleep apnea, and get one of these machines so that, for once, I can get some SLEEP!
In the meanwhile, I've started another pair of socks. I like the pattern, except for the bobble, which is what makes the pattern nice, so it's not like I can get rid of it, but I need to do something to the bobble itself to make it pop up on the right side of the fabric, and I had a tip on that....where did I hide it? Hmm. Will have to hunt a bit tonight for that tidbit, since apparently, I didn't save the email. Go figure. It's probably a tip inside an email that I saved long, long ago. And of course, you can search all you want, but if you didn't save it...well, there you go.
And a quick hunt on the web didn't produce what I need either. I'm doomed.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
What happens at Knit Night
I found a really cute dishcloth pattern, and I'm making the larger size for the shower, since I'm a "larger size" gal--in a minty fresh green, which is my mother's favorite color. The pattern isn't "earth-shattering fabulous", but it looked like a good candidate to hold up under soap, water and vigorous movements while wet and soapy to help me wake up on those cold, cold mornings.
In fact, it frosted last night, so it's one of those sorts of mornings today! Glad I covered up my newly planted flowers and plants last night when I got home. You see, I can literally smell frost in the air the night before. The moon was full. The sky was clear as a bell and there was this hint of frosty air on the breeze. True to form, the windows on my car were frosted over this morning when I let my dog out, and I wore a coat to go and get her untied from the pump, then started the car. So this morning is going to be a short blog so I don't run out of gas!
Last night was Knit Night in Lake Odessa. I worked on my cloth, showed off Meisterdecke and the rest of the time, I spun some pin-roving I bought 2 years ago. I figure I have enough to make a pair of (gasp) socks. I spun an entire bobbin in just a few hours. The stuff just flew off my hands. I'll spin up the rest tonight, and by day, I'll work on the cloth. Meisterdecke? Yes, yes, I got a new 40" size 4 needle so that I can get all the stitches on it, and I purchased a 40" size 2 needle for the green yarn I bought to work Susan Pandorf's Sugar Snap pattern on a pair of socks.
Before I can spin tonight, however, I have to wash my socks that I've been making. At some point, I will have hundreds of socks if I keep going like this. What can I say? I like warm feet. I also need to upgrade this post with pictures of my ongoing projects so you can see how hard I've been at it.
Hubby has an interview today to try to get into a new kind of program where they promise you a job within a year or else they give you your money back paying for the schooling necessary to get the job. It's basically "on the job training", where you learn the skill, pretty much on the job, without pay, and then they hire you with pay. I have no idea where the job might be, but this NOT knowing what he's going to be doing is rather driving him a little over the edge. Last night, he complained that Tuesday nights were a horrible thing--school all day long and stress? I walk in the door on Tuesday after Knit Night, and he's all over me like ugly on ape--raising his voice and talking down to me. I really hate that behavior. So then I give him this opportunity to show me that he loves me by doing something simple for me, and he's griping about why I always ask him to do stuff that I could do myself, and I explain why.
He doesn't get it. Why don't men get that? I *do* ask for what I want. Oh, you "love" me? Couldn't prove it by how you're acting! So let's see how you prove it "this" way. Sigh. Failed again. If you complain about it, then you're not doing it for the right reason anyway...but now that you know (again) that I do this when you're particularly "horrible" to me, you know WHY I do it. Your grousing at me makes me feel unloved, and I do not like that feeling, and you must counter it with something nice, which
I know it's against your nature,,,being such a bear and all..
But do it anyway, so that I know that there is some frigging spark in your heart for me!
Perhaps if most men knew this, there would be fewer divorces in this country.
In fact, it frosted last night, so it's one of those sorts of mornings today! Glad I covered up my newly planted flowers and plants last night when I got home. You see, I can literally smell frost in the air the night before. The moon was full. The sky was clear as a bell and there was this hint of frosty air on the breeze. True to form, the windows on my car were frosted over this morning when I let my dog out, and I wore a coat to go and get her untied from the pump, then started the car. So this morning is going to be a short blog so I don't run out of gas!
Last night was Knit Night in Lake Odessa. I worked on my cloth, showed off Meisterdecke and the rest of the time, I spun some pin-roving I bought 2 years ago. I figure I have enough to make a pair of (gasp) socks. I spun an entire bobbin in just a few hours. The stuff just flew off my hands. I'll spin up the rest tonight, and by day, I'll work on the cloth. Meisterdecke? Yes, yes, I got a new 40" size 4 needle so that I can get all the stitches on it, and I purchased a 40" size 2 needle for the green yarn I bought to work Susan Pandorf's Sugar Snap pattern on a pair of socks.
Before I can spin tonight, however, I have to wash my socks that I've been making. At some point, I will have hundreds of socks if I keep going like this. What can I say? I like warm feet. I also need to upgrade this post with pictures of my ongoing projects so you can see how hard I've been at it.
Hubby has an interview today to try to get into a new kind of program where they promise you a job within a year or else they give you your money back paying for the schooling necessary to get the job. It's basically "on the job training", where you learn the skill, pretty much on the job, without pay, and then they hire you with pay. I have no idea where the job might be, but this NOT knowing what he's going to be doing is rather driving him a little over the edge. Last night, he complained that Tuesday nights were a horrible thing--school all day long and stress? I walk in the door on Tuesday after Knit Night, and he's all over me like ugly on ape--raising his voice and talking down to me. I really hate that behavior. So then I give him this opportunity to show me that he loves me by doing something simple for me, and he's griping about why I always ask him to do stuff that I could do myself, and I explain why.
He doesn't get it. Why don't men get that? I *do* ask for what I want. Oh, you "love" me? Couldn't prove it by how you're acting! So let's see how you prove it "this" way. Sigh. Failed again. If you complain about it, then you're not doing it for the right reason anyway...but now that you know (again) that I do this when you're particularly "horrible" to me, you know WHY I do it. Your grousing at me makes me feel unloved, and I do not like that feeling, and you must counter it with something nice, which
I know it's against your nature,,,being such a bear and all..
But do it anyway, so that I know that there is some frigging spark in your heart for me!
Perhaps if most men knew this, there would be fewer divorces in this country.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
On Feeling Better
Ever notice how, when you've been sick, that when you feel better you sometimes feel like going outside and shouting from the rooftops, and then decide you would rather simply go out and conquer the world?
I feel so much improved over yesterday that it's almost weird. I got lots of rest last night--and normal rest, too, none of this sleep until noon stuff. I fell into bed at 11pm, and woke at 7. Things bode well for work tomorrow.
Unless it's work that's making me sick--that could be, too, I suppose. But highly unlikely.
The plan today is to get some breakfast at Denny's and then back to Meisterdecke. I'm to a tremendously boring point, and I want to get past it. Sadly, there was no further work on it yesterday, but today, I feel I could nearly finish it! Well, perhaps not. There are only 125 rounds, which surprises me-I had expected more--at present, on row 47, it's perhaps 30" around stretched out, which isn't very big. I'm beginning to think that it's not a very big doily to begin with, perhaps only 10"--so I'm talking with my friend from Germany to find out. I'm told the original pattern on size 1 needles should block to 42". I'm using a size 4--this thing should be HUGE.
Perhaps I will work on my wave afghan a little today, too. It has been languishing in the wip pile.
I also thought I might take one of my sweaters someday and turn the pullover into a cardi--this will take some thought and some extra yarn. A test of my skill (I hope) for steeking. See, I can maybe take one of my old sweaters and steek it for practice, make a usable cardigan out of it, then finish my Fair Isle Cardigan. Well, it's a thought. We'll shelve it for now, until I can get the "just right" yarn to do the rest of the work.
Well, enough thought for now. I need something to eat. I was hoping that hubby would take me to breakfast, but apparently that's not going to happen, as he is still sawing logs behind me. He mentioned something about not getting to sleep until 3am--well it's 9am, now--for heaven's sake! I've survived on 6 hours of sleep before!
I feel so much improved over yesterday that it's almost weird. I got lots of rest last night--and normal rest, too, none of this sleep until noon stuff. I fell into bed at 11pm, and woke at 7. Things bode well for work tomorrow.
Unless it's work that's making me sick--that could be, too, I suppose. But highly unlikely.
The plan today is to get some breakfast at Denny's and then back to Meisterdecke. I'm to a tremendously boring point, and I want to get past it. Sadly, there was no further work on it yesterday, but today, I feel I could nearly finish it! Well, perhaps not. There are only 125 rounds, which surprises me-I had expected more--at present, on row 47, it's perhaps 30" around stretched out, which isn't very big. I'm beginning to think that it's not a very big doily to begin with, perhaps only 10"--so I'm talking with my friend from Germany to find out. I'm told the original pattern on size 1 needles should block to 42". I'm using a size 4--this thing should be HUGE.
Perhaps I will work on my wave afghan a little today, too. It has been languishing in the wip pile.
I also thought I might take one of my sweaters someday and turn the pullover into a cardi--this will take some thought and some extra yarn. A test of my skill (I hope) for steeking. See, I can maybe take one of my old sweaters and steek it for practice, make a usable cardigan out of it, then finish my Fair Isle Cardigan. Well, it's a thought. We'll shelve it for now, until I can get the "just right" yarn to do the rest of the work.
Well, enough thought for now. I need something to eat. I was hoping that hubby would take me to breakfast, but apparently that's not going to happen, as he is still sawing logs behind me. He mentioned something about not getting to sleep until 3am--well it's 9am, now--for heaven's sake! I've survived on 6 hours of sleep before!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Just Call Me El-Sicko--
I do believe that I have a touch of the flu-I spent the morning paying homage to the porcelain god, and have subsisted on nothing but broth, bread and Diet 7-Up. I can't seem to keep anything down!
I'm managing some knitting, but it's slow going. I'm to row 47 on Meisterdecke. I don't think it's going to be as big as I'd like. I think perhaps I should use a fingering weight yarn, as the lace weight doesn't look like much for my 47 rows. I am getting around easily with my 24" circulars now, which is good. Soon I'll need a longer circular.
I haven't felt much like doing anything today. I had planned to go to Vermontville to watch a parade, dress up and spin, but due to rain and illness, I canceled. It hasn't really rained all that much, but enough to wet things down. It's cold, too. I don't need pneumonia-agreed?
I sent hubby to the corner to buy me a diet Sprite or Diet 7-Up. He came home with a regular Sprite. When I asked why he didn't bring a diet, he claimed that they didn't have any and what's the difference anyway? Since I eat sugar whenever I darned well want to. Apparently, he thinks this bout with the flu is my fault for eating sugar all the time, and not paying attention to my diet. In some ways, he's correct, but I have NEVER drank sugar-soda since I found out I was diabetic. If I eat sugar at all, it's a small amount here and there. I haven't had any actual sugar in DAYS. If I do get sugar at all, it's through the carbs I tend to eat more of--and yes, my weight has bloomed again to 200--
So I had to climb in the car and drive to the corner to trade the Sprite for a Diet 7-Up. I didn't feel like going with him, but I guess I should have--at least it wouldn't have taken 2 trips!
It was nice of him to go for me, but he could have been more astute and realized that he wasn't picking a diet soda. Things like this make me feel so un-cared-for when I am sick. It bothers me that most of the time, I still have to take care of myself, unless I end up in the hospital, in which case he's always right there...except of course, for the time when I had an intestinal flare up--he didn't think I was sick at all, and even scoffed at me, when I told him I was heading for ready-care. I ended up in the hospital for 3 days on antibiotics, which totally screwed up my weekend.
Perhaps I'll take a shower and wash off the creeping crud. If I didn't ache so much, I might actually do it. Or I could go stand in the rain. It's coming down again. I understand it's supposed to rain all weekend.
It's okay, I guess. I'm sick anyway.
I'm managing some knitting, but it's slow going. I'm to row 47 on Meisterdecke. I don't think it's going to be as big as I'd like. I think perhaps I should use a fingering weight yarn, as the lace weight doesn't look like much for my 47 rows. I am getting around easily with my 24" circulars now, which is good. Soon I'll need a longer circular.
I haven't felt much like doing anything today. I had planned to go to Vermontville to watch a parade, dress up and spin, but due to rain and illness, I canceled. It hasn't really rained all that much, but enough to wet things down. It's cold, too. I don't need pneumonia-agreed?
I sent hubby to the corner to buy me a diet Sprite or Diet 7-Up. He came home with a regular Sprite. When I asked why he didn't bring a diet, he claimed that they didn't have any and what's the difference anyway? Since I eat sugar whenever I darned well want to. Apparently, he thinks this bout with the flu is my fault for eating sugar all the time, and not paying attention to my diet. In some ways, he's correct, but I have NEVER drank sugar-soda since I found out I was diabetic. If I eat sugar at all, it's a small amount here and there. I haven't had any actual sugar in DAYS. If I do get sugar at all, it's through the carbs I tend to eat more of--and yes, my weight has bloomed again to 200--
So I had to climb in the car and drive to the corner to trade the Sprite for a Diet 7-Up. I didn't feel like going with him, but I guess I should have--at least it wouldn't have taken 2 trips!
It was nice of him to go for me, but he could have been more astute and realized that he wasn't picking a diet soda. Things like this make me feel so un-cared-for when I am sick. It bothers me that most of the time, I still have to take care of myself, unless I end up in the hospital, in which case he's always right there...except of course, for the time when I had an intestinal flare up--he didn't think I was sick at all, and even scoffed at me, when I told him I was heading for ready-care. I ended up in the hospital for 3 days on antibiotics, which totally screwed up my weekend.
Perhaps I'll take a shower and wash off the creeping crud. If I didn't ache so much, I might actually do it. Or I could go stand in the rain. It's coming down again. I understand it's supposed to rain all weekend.
It's okay, I guess. I'm sick anyway.
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Best of Intentions...
My intention was to have one full week of work. Did I make it?
No.
Why?
Well, for one thing, the dog kept me up half the night, whimpering and whining and doing her brand of yelp/bark all night, hoping I'd let her out of the cage to chase the cats.
Which is, at midnight, not an option. But that didn't stop the whimpering/whining/yelp/bark not one single bit.
The result was that I didn't sleep well. I woke up with nausea and dizziness, and was so overcome, that I wrote an email to my boss on my cell phone and didn't even send it until after 8pm--a full hour after I was "supposed" to be at my desk working.
Go figure.
I checked my sugar--everything seemed fine, except that now I'm out of test strips. I took a few sips of water and fell back to sleep, deciding that when I woke up, I'd drive to the doctor's to see if I could get a few to last until the pharmacy can UPS them to me.
I woke up an hour or two later, and found that my hubby had left the house. Not a word about where he'd gone! I have been quite worried about him these last few days--he's been so
SAD.
I called his mother to find out if he'd gone over there to mow her lawn. Last we'd spoken, I inferred that it was supposed to rain all weekend, and that perhaps Friday would be the best day to mow--but she said he wasn't there.
So I drove myself to the doctor to see about the test strips. No problem, they said, and gave me a barrel to last until my script comes in via UPS. During this time, hubby called from his mother's to let me know that he was at his mother's and would be home later when he was finished mowing.
Now, two days ago, I bought hubby some flowers. Pretty ones that he could plant here and there around the yard, but he didn't even touch them. So when I got home, I decided to take them outdoors and prepare some soil to plant them.
I went outside and took them with me, and with all the best intentions, decided to get some planting in the works...
I got the two barrels in the front yard planted, and pulled out last year's stems from the big black cauldron, pulled some weeds and smack from around the peonies, and was suddenly dizzy and nauseous and started to develop a serious headache!
I went back into the house and tested my sugar again. Normal. Hmm. So I drank some water. I felt a little better, but the headache got worse--you know the sort--they rather make you want to pull your head off and shelve it someplace?
So, I tried to rest in hubby's chair, but that wasn't happening. I took two Advil, pulled the covers over my head, closed my eyes, and held onto what was left of my throbbing head--until finally, sleep overtook me, and I slept for THREE HOURS!
When I woke up for the THIRD TIME today, I went outside and planted some more flowers. I took a can of Diet Pepsi with me, but I didn't stay out long before I had to come in again, dizzy and nauseous with another headache. This time, I took an Excedrin Migraine, and the headache is finally going away. I'm hoping it's gone for good, but I can feel the fuzziness creeping up. I'm keeping myself hydrated. I need to plant more flowers, and hubby is finally home. I think he might help in a little while after he's had a chance to rest.
I also re-washed some clothes that were sitting in the dryer. Hubby must have used the air compressor recently, because the dryer said Power Failure--and that means the breaker blew, which only happens when I'm drying clothing and hubby decides to use the air compressor. So I turned it off, flipped the breaker (which took a flashlight and glasses and several trips up and down the stairs--another exhausting endeavor), and came back upstairs to start the dryer.
I've been home all day. I've done one row of knitting on Meisterdecke. It's almost suppertime. I have to go get the pizza. I also have to get some birdseed. Both of our feeders are totally empty. I don't know if I'm up to all that, but there you go.
Worst of all, I missed a big meeting at work. Not that it's a big deal to me, except that I miss important changes sometimes, and I hate that. And it seems that I miss those meetings pretty regularly somehow. It's as if my body just knows that it can't take going to some big "let's all talk about what's wrong with our systems which aren't going to get fixed anyway" kind of thing. I mean, what *is* the point?
On Thursday, however, I finished my socks, and here's the pic:
They look so long in the foot, but really they aren't. Optical illusion. I wore them after I took the pic and they feel GREAT!
On to Meisterdecke--oh, maybe after I feel better.
No.
Why?
Well, for one thing, the dog kept me up half the night, whimpering and whining and doing her brand of yelp/bark all night, hoping I'd let her out of the cage to chase the cats.
Which is, at midnight, not an option. But that didn't stop the whimpering/whining/yelp/bark not one single bit.
The result was that I didn't sleep well. I woke up with nausea and dizziness, and was so overcome, that I wrote an email to my boss on my cell phone and didn't even send it until after 8pm--a full hour after I was "supposed" to be at my desk working.
Go figure.
I checked my sugar--everything seemed fine, except that now I'm out of test strips. I took a few sips of water and fell back to sleep, deciding that when I woke up, I'd drive to the doctor's to see if I could get a few to last until the pharmacy can UPS them to me.
I woke up an hour or two later, and found that my hubby had left the house. Not a word about where he'd gone! I have been quite worried about him these last few days--he's been so
SAD.
I called his mother to find out if he'd gone over there to mow her lawn. Last we'd spoken, I inferred that it was supposed to rain all weekend, and that perhaps Friday would be the best day to mow--but she said he wasn't there.
So I drove myself to the doctor to see about the test strips. No problem, they said, and gave me a barrel to last until my script comes in via UPS. During this time, hubby called from his mother's to let me know that he was at his mother's and would be home later when he was finished mowing.
Now, two days ago, I bought hubby some flowers. Pretty ones that he could plant here and there around the yard, but he didn't even touch them. So when I got home, I decided to take them outdoors and prepare some soil to plant them.
I went outside and took them with me, and with all the best intentions, decided to get some planting in the works...
I got the two barrels in the front yard planted, and pulled out last year's stems from the big black cauldron, pulled some weeds and smack from around the peonies, and was suddenly dizzy and nauseous and started to develop a serious headache!
I went back into the house and tested my sugar again. Normal. Hmm. So I drank some water. I felt a little better, but the headache got worse--you know the sort--they rather make you want to pull your head off and shelve it someplace?
So, I tried to rest in hubby's chair, but that wasn't happening. I took two Advil, pulled the covers over my head, closed my eyes, and held onto what was left of my throbbing head--until finally, sleep overtook me, and I slept for THREE HOURS!
When I woke up for the THIRD TIME today, I went outside and planted some more flowers. I took a can of Diet Pepsi with me, but I didn't stay out long before I had to come in again, dizzy and nauseous with another headache. This time, I took an Excedrin Migraine, and the headache is finally going away. I'm hoping it's gone for good, but I can feel the fuzziness creeping up. I'm keeping myself hydrated. I need to plant more flowers, and hubby is finally home. I think he might help in a little while after he's had a chance to rest.
I also re-washed some clothes that were sitting in the dryer. Hubby must have used the air compressor recently, because the dryer said Power Failure--and that means the breaker blew, which only happens when I'm drying clothing and hubby decides to use the air compressor. So I turned it off, flipped the breaker (which took a flashlight and glasses and several trips up and down the stairs--another exhausting endeavor), and came back upstairs to start the dryer.
I've been home all day. I've done one row of knitting on Meisterdecke. It's almost suppertime. I have to go get the pizza. I also have to get some birdseed. Both of our feeders are totally empty. I don't know if I'm up to all that, but there you go.
Worst of all, I missed a big meeting at work. Not that it's a big deal to me, except that I miss important changes sometimes, and I hate that. And it seems that I miss those meetings pretty regularly somehow. It's as if my body just knows that it can't take going to some big "let's all talk about what's wrong with our systems which aren't going to get fixed anyway" kind of thing. I mean, what *is* the point?
On Thursday, however, I finished my socks, and here's the pic:
They look so long in the foot, but really they aren't. Optical illusion. I wore them after I took the pic and they feel GREAT!
On to Meisterdecke--oh, maybe after I feel better.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Drinking My Latte
I have developed a taste for coffee, but I seriously add a lot of creamer--chocolate/caramel flavored creamer--which makes the coffee seem quite a lot sweeter.
Maybe I should change the above statement to "I've developed a taste for cholate/caramel flavored creamer with a coffee chaser?"
The socks are finished, just weaving in ends today, and then they will be ready to wear.
I used a toe up, figure 8 cast on, a short row heel and jeny's surprisingly stretchy bind off. Everything else was my lace pattern from yesterday, although I did increase 8 stitches on the last inch of rows to make room for the growing calf. I put them on the lace row, in between the k1's of the pattern stitch. So it was
inc1, k1, yo, k1, ssk, k2tog, k1, yo, k1, inc1, k1 yo k1, etc....see?
So I went from 64 sts to 72 in a hurry. I didn't need the extra by the ankle, as the socks go on quite easily, but I knew once I did the bind off, they would choke my leg at the top.
I love long sock legs, and I had lots of yarn left over for darning or monster sox.
So now, weave in the ends (2) and then I can put them on my feet. For now, however, I'll just wear stupid store bought white.
I got my size 4 lace needle from Double Ewe, and now will go back to working on Meisterdecke.
You might not see me for a few days. If I don't come back in a week, call out the militia.
Pictures tonight when the ends are woven in!
Maybe I should change the above statement to "I've developed a taste for cholate/caramel flavored creamer with a coffee chaser?"
The socks are finished, just weaving in ends today, and then they will be ready to wear.
I used a toe up, figure 8 cast on, a short row heel and jeny's surprisingly stretchy bind off. Everything else was my lace pattern from yesterday, although I did increase 8 stitches on the last inch of rows to make room for the growing calf. I put them on the lace row, in between the k1's of the pattern stitch. So it was
inc1, k1, yo, k1, ssk, k2tog, k1, yo, k1, inc1, k1 yo k1, etc....see?
So I went from 64 sts to 72 in a hurry. I didn't need the extra by the ankle, as the socks go on quite easily, but I knew once I did the bind off, they would choke my leg at the top.
I love long sock legs, and I had lots of yarn left over for darning or monster sox.
So now, weave in the ends (2) and then I can put them on my feet. For now, however, I'll just wear stupid store bought white.
I got my size 4 lace needle from Double Ewe, and now will go back to working on Meisterdecke.
You might not see me for a few days. If I don't come back in a week, call out the militia.
Pictures tonight when the ends are woven in!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Socks Are Coming Along Nicely..
But I have no idea what to call them. Since the pattern is a pretty basic lace stitch, I'm befuddled by the name.
The stitch pattern is k1, yo, k1, ssk, k2tog, k1, yo, k1 for row 1
Then Row 2 is knit around.
I did mine on 64 stitches, and it fits like a glove.
I did mine toe up using a figure 8 cast on and 10 wraps.
I did a modified short row heel, where I increased the stitch count to 36 to accommodate my high instep heels, and a "double wrap" technique for all except 14 stitches in the center of the heel and the outer stitches, then when I was on the last row of the heel, I decreased 2 stitches each side and re-worked the instep side, once around even, then decrease back to 32 stitches on the back on the next round.
Then I started working the stitch pattern on the whole leg.
It's going pretty fast. I'm hoping for a 7" leg at least, but I might be at 8" before I work the cuff. Presently, there are only 2" there, but tonight is Lake Odessa night and I will likely get quite a bit done.
Hubby and I slept like logs last night. I woke up 15 minutes early, and got started on my day. I haven't gotten much farther than coffee, and I'm thinking of returning under the covers because I'm chilled.
This evening, as I mentioned is Knit Night in Lake Odessa. I hope that more people show up. I'm a bit concerned that a few are making things very uncomfortable for some others. You know how it is: small town, wagging tongues at the local pub. I think that the owner would like to maintain the group, and not let it turn out to be a gossip fence, that might put some people off coming. I sit and listen with about half an ear to all of that, since I don't know anyone there.
The stitch pattern is k1, yo, k1, ssk, k2tog, k1, yo, k1 for row 1
Then Row 2 is knit around.
I did mine on 64 stitches, and it fits like a glove.
I did mine toe up using a figure 8 cast on and 10 wraps.
I did a modified short row heel, where I increased the stitch count to 36 to accommodate my high instep heels, and a "double wrap" technique for all except 14 stitches in the center of the heel and the outer stitches, then when I was on the last row of the heel, I decreased 2 stitches each side and re-worked the instep side, once around even, then decrease back to 32 stitches on the back on the next round.
Then I started working the stitch pattern on the whole leg.
It's going pretty fast. I'm hoping for a 7" leg at least, but I might be at 8" before I work the cuff. Presently, there are only 2" there, but tonight is Lake Odessa night and I will likely get quite a bit done.
Hubby and I slept like logs last night. I woke up 15 minutes early, and got started on my day. I haven't gotten much farther than coffee, and I'm thinking of returning under the covers because I'm chilled.
This evening, as I mentioned is Knit Night in Lake Odessa. I hope that more people show up. I'm a bit concerned that a few are making things very uncomfortable for some others. You know how it is: small town, wagging tongues at the local pub. I think that the owner would like to maintain the group, and not let it turn out to be a gossip fence, that might put some people off coming. I sit and listen with about half an ear to all of that, since I don't know anyone there.
My cat, Smokie, has a real fettish for showing off herself...
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