Thursday, July 30, 2015

I'd Forget My Behind if it Wasn't Attached

When I left for work this morning I had my notebook with last night's prompt writing in it but I didn't have my USB drive or my digital camera with the pictures I wanted to put on here today.  Which meant I couldn't really write a blog post while I was at work.  Then when I got home I had to chase down a couple of bank deposits that I accidentally put into the wrong account (found 'em, whew!) and after that cook supper because I am the master of broiling thin pieces of pork without drying them out.  Ask Durwood, he's a fan.

Last night I finished knitting Hat #1 of the Dobby's Hat(s).  Do you see that little piece of yarn tail at the top?  That's the bitter end of the first tiny skein and not quite enough to finish Hat #1 but since it's attached under the rolled brim of Hat #2 I figure it wasn't the end of the world.  I slipped stitches to where I thought I was supposed to be and put it aside.  Then I cast on Hat #2 (twice--of course I didn't have a long enough tail the first time).  In fact I stayed up too late doing that so I punched the snooze button quite a few times this morning.  Today at work I knitted on Hat #2 for an inch and then attached Hat #1 and #2.  I felt very smart until I realized that if I continued the way I was currently knitting the short rows part of Hat #2 would be over the short rows part of Hat #1 and that would be wrong and even more cockeyed than it's meant to be.  Happily I wasn't very far into it so I could tink back about half a round and put myself on the right track.  I am very glad that I printed out all of the pictures actual size so I can use it as a guide along with the written directions.  This is a fun and interesting pattern.

July 30--Kevin Shafer, Emperor Penguins.  Four of the birds stood in a tight line like shy boys at their first cotillion.  Their black and white tuxedos of feathers were accentuated with pale yellow below their chins.  Gail thought they looked particularly shy, made only a little brave by being together.  She wanted to giggle with they let out with a shrill, whistling honk, she thought it sounded just like a boy's voice breaking, but then an answer came on the icy wind blowing down from the glacier.  She had been awed by the size and colors of the icebergs the launch from the cruise ship had threaded through on its way toward shore and the penguin rookery.

Okay.  It's almost 9 o'clock, about twelve hours after I usually write this stuff.  I think I'll go knit.

1 comment:

Aunt B said...

When you write about Dobby Hat(s) and show pictures, it looks like you're knitting two hats at the same time. Is that what's happening??? This non-knitter is baffled!