So, an exciting little box of goodies. Because it was my first box, I got a notions pouch, a sample of SOAK and a backlit row counter. Nice!
In my actual yarn crush box were two patterns, one crochet (which I do not do, but will keep the pattern in case I ever decided I want to learn) and one knit. I got a little bag with 3 large wooden buttons. A little package the size of a matchbook that held a cute little sheep necklace. And finally? The YARN! Lo, this beautiful yarn comes into view...single ply, squooshy neutral grey worsted weight yarn called Marshmallow-Rino by JOMA yarn. I lurve it.
That being said, I don't know if I will knit the pattern that came with the box, it's a cute little pattern, but I don't see myself wearing it. I'm sure I'll find the perfect project for this yarn eventually.
Last week I cast on a hat pattern called Fractured Light by Kirsten Kapur. I needed something different from the shawls/sweater/socks I've been knitting on over the last couple of months. Hats are very satisfying and quick to knit, and they get a lot of use given that I wear hats every day for about 7-8 months out of the year. A cold head is an unhappy head.
Anywhoo, I knit this hat with Artfil yarns Grace, in the colourway Slate. Grace is a sport weight, plied yarn made up of 70% Merino, 15% Cashmere and 15% Nylon. It was super soft to knit with, and frogged well (cast on the wrong number of stitches, didn't notice until 24 rows in *sigh*) hardly splitty or fuzzy.
The knit was a fun one, a nice break from all the stockinette I've been knitting. The construction of the brim was really nifty, and the pattern is very easily memorized, and looks more difficult than it actually is. There is also a matching pair of fingerless mitts that I may make at some point.
After 2 weeks of missing our Sunday meet-ups, mah knitta and I were able to get together and devote 3 wonderful hours to knitting and conversation. I finished my Fractured Light, which basically just needed 3 more rows of decreases and then the ends. It's quite lovely, and drying after a quick soak, as I type. I need to find the perfect buttons for the brim, so maybe technically it's not finished? But the ends are all weaved in, yay me! (still haven't weaved in the ends of my uncropped sweater yet-oops)
I also brought some yarn, and some interchangeable needle tips to cast on a sweater called Margot by Linden Down. I'm using Malabrigo Arroyo in Candombe. Margot is a fairly classic top down sweater. Mostly knit in stockinette with the yoke, cuffs and bottom hem being garter stitch. The yarn will be what makes this sweater pop, Candombe is a stunning mix of purples, blues and greens. I'm knitting a size smaller than what I normally wear, but going up a needle size; 4mm (US6) instead of the called for 3.75mm (US5). Arroyo is almost a dk weight, so I feel comfortable knitting it like this, I like how the fabric looks and feels with larger needles, and with my loose gauge it should make for a comfy, airy-ish sweater, that (hopefully) fits well.
It's a little scary jumping head first into knitting with a heavily variegated yarn, it's so out of my comfort zone, for such a big project. If I really hate it after it's all knit up, I'll overdye it. I've kind of been low-key obsessing about getting into dyeing. Which sort of feels like a trap all it's own right? You start dyeing, now you're buying all the bare yarn, and maybe sock blanks and experimenting with dyes. Next thing you know, you're running a yarn business out of your living room.
Anywhoo, I cast on, and decided to just knit the first couple of rounds and then join in the round, so I could skip the purling (for the garter yoke). When I did join it, it was wonky and twisted. The very thing I was hoping to avoid by knitting the first couple of rounds straight! So annoying, rip-it, rip-it, rip-it.
I re-cast on and just followed the damn instructions and, surprise surprise, no twisting, no wonkiness. I'm about midway through the raglan shaping. The yarn is so, so pretty.
I have finished the first sparkly sock, but have not yet cast on the second. I have not knit on the Reverb shawl. I have not cast on the second Biltmore or 58 Chevy socks. I have not knit on my Be Simple. In fact, the Be Simple is probably going to be frogged. I should just make some damn socks out of the yarn.
And because I never got around to posting pictures of my Uncropped sweater or my Villeneuve:
Because this is my blog, and I'm feeling a little emotional at the moment, I'm going to vent about some personal stuff.
My littlest dude turned 7 yesterday. Today he started his first day of grade 2. I am highly stressed about his return to school (while trying to maintain a calm exterior as to not feed into his own anxiety) I have concerns about his teachers, about whether or not he'll have an aid (that he is entitled to because of his coding and his IEP) and about how he will do academically and socially this year. When I think about his peers ignoring him, or his teachers just chalking his behavior up to him being a "bad kid", it feels like a weight is on my chest and it gets hard to breath. I can't force these kids to be his friends, or ask them to be patient with him, I know how little kids are, and I know it doesn't work that way. I fight for him with the schoolboard, with his teachers, but then I feel like they are viewing me as "that parent" (you know, the special snowflake parent-which is fucking bullshit, I've had 3 neurotypical kids go through that same school and many of the teachers know me and know I don't pull special snowflake crap). I just feel like they aren't believing he's autistic, or that they forget it because he's so verbal, and can make eye contact (mostly) and his tics are not the stereotyped hand flapping (he circles his wrists and wiggles his fingers though). I'm stressed and scared and sad because I know the deck is stacked against him, and it's not going to get easier on him, as his awareness that he is different, grows. I know it's not going to get easier because as he grows there will be less resources and less places for him in the world. It breaks my heart every single time he yells about how he hates his brain and that it doesn't work like everyone else's, it absolutely devastates me. So yeah, back to school isn't my most wonderful time of the year.
That being said, I do appreciate everything that the school has done for him, despite all the budget cuts, in terms of assigning an aid to his class, in terms of the resources we have accessed, and he has had some really lovely teachers who really worked hard to keep him on track and were willing to work with me to help him do his best.
Well, that was a tad rambly.
















































