My mother sent me a skein of cobweb weight yarn, and requested a lacy scarf made from it.
I started the scarf, however, it became apparent after about 10 inches, that the skein was not going to be big enough to do much of anything with. I knitted 10 inches, weighed what I had left, discovered it was 35g of a 50g skein, and realized that would be barely enough to pull out a 30 inch scarf.
Plus, my stinkin cat was totally obsessed with it, and would attack the yarn no matter where it was.
After a little research I discovered that this skein was Broder Medici, a line of embroidery thread from DMC that was discontinued a few years ago. The tag, which was mostly illegible, was still attached. I'm trying to figure out what to do with it.
Anyway, I ripped back the original, and re-knit with some of the lovely Knit Picks Shadow Tonal in the Queen Anne colorway that I had left over from making a sweater for Georgia. Which, by the way, Georgia (or possibly her father) accidentally shrank. Sigh.
It's coming along well, although the aforementioned stinkin cat managed to chew through the drawstring on my project bag one night to get to the yarn, and I woke up the other morning to Queen Anne yarn spaghetti all over our apartment floor. I spent the first 40 minutes of my morning re-winding the ball, and discovered that the little s$!% had chewed through it in numerous places, so instead of having one big ball, I have five little balls and about 10,000 tiny pieces. Grr.
Here's the scarf as it was today at lunch. Clearly unblocked, as it is a WIP:
While I was knitting on it, the very same coworker who had ripped my Rock Island out of my hands two weeks ago started circling me like a damned vulture. I clutched my project to my chest and glared at her until she moved further away.
I don't need any more disasters like the one she caused the other week. Plus, no lifelines on this scarf. Come to think of it, maybe I should put one in soon...
On the musical front, I've been completely obsessed with Foster the People. I know I'm a little late to the game on this one, but I tend to ignore musicians with floppy hair.
Most of the time when I listen to an album there's a song or two on it that I absolutely loath. When I like all songs, I refer to it as a "perfect" album, and honestly, there aren't too many of those out there. Torches is one of them, and I've had it on constant repeat and probably will until I get sick of it. Here's a link to their video for "Call it What You Want" which is my favorite song off the album, and amazingly enough, I loved the video for it as well. There are homages to the great videos of the 1980s and 1990s sprinkled throughout, which cracks me up.
