6.2.2006

I have picked up Jessegirl's capelet and am working on it again, although, with the sudden jump from New England spring into summer from Monday through Thursday, it has not been quite so pleasant knitting with Iceland. I have found myself sweating just holding the wool this week. Not to worry, though, as this is New England (and my seasonal affective husband's birthday today), the barometer dropped along today with the thermometer and rain has moved in for the next three days. Yippee. NOT.

And, of course, finishing this project is complicated by the fact that it not only appears that I do not have enough blasted yarn to finish it, but also that there is no more of that color at my LYS. The Yarn Goddess has offered to do a skein search for me as the manufacturer of the yarn only allows minimum orders of $100.00. Yes, I did gauge swatch - but for the original pattern, which turned out to be designed for either an eight-year-old girl or a heroin junkie, because those are the only bodies which could squeeze into the excessively narrow capelet. But, we don't have to go there again.

I am also eyeing DH's sweater, lying forlornly on the top of the stash basket. And then I had a brilliant idea today while avoiding looking at the beginnings of his sweater. I could knit Little Miss Julia those guantlets she wanted. Yes, that's a good idea!

I don't know why I am so desperate to avoid knitting that sweater. It is supposed to be a very simple pattern - ideal for first-time sweater knitters. And it looks quite nice, the sweater on the model. I don't know - I guess there's just so much psychology tied up in knitting your man something bigger than a hat. Or a headband. Or a scarf.