Catching Up: Phoenix

You know, there are a TON of things I would post about on a regular basis. And what’s holding me back is, primarily, the time to upload the photos that go with. So today, I’m playing catch up. To spare those with dialup (and even those without) I’m posting thumbnails. Click any of them for the full picture. Also, I’m breaking this up because it’s WAAAAY too long otherwise. LOL
And you might want to send out for some food. You’re going to be here a while. LOL…
I spent 2 months flying back and forth nearly every week from Los Angeles to Phoenix for work. My job and my boss moved and I looked around at the dry, brown, hotter-than-the-surface-of-the-sun Phoenix and said “NO WAY!” LOL Too hot for me out there.
While flying I worked on a sock…
And then ripped it back completely. A shop owner out there told me the best way to beat SSS is to do them both at once. For some reason that was a concept that had eluded me. LOL So I completely ripped it back. And since I ripped it…what about making the Jaywalkers? So I’ve re-cast on about a month ago and haven’t touched it since.

While there I also worked on a scarf for my best friend out of some Alpaca sportweight she sent This turned out to be the pattern from hell. It’s a pretty pattern with no errors that I noticed, and the yarn is PERFECT for it, as it has a bit of a halo from the Alpaca and a lovely shine from the silk, but it kicked my ass. What you see there is absolutely as far as I had been able to get, and it took me about 15 tries and nearly two weeks to get THAT far. Needless to say, It has since been frogged…
…A pink scarf for my cousin that I am discovering I don’t like. LOL. I’m still plugging away on it, though, so she may see it in 2020…

And now Shameless Plug #1
While in Phoenix the first weekend, I quickly found the local restaurants, grocery store, bookstore, and yarn store. Not necessarily in that order, you understand. And while surfing through the NUMEROUS sites for all the yarn stores in the Phoenix area, I found Tempe Yarn and Fiber. They are wonderful. The couple that own and run it are so helpful. I went once to one of their knitting nights and found everyone there to be sweet and funny and they welcomed me immediately and in the few sporadic visits I made there, I never felt for a single moment like I was unwelcome or intruding into an already established group. And the owner (and I feel like a total jerk, as I cannot for the life of me remember her name) was ALWAYS willing to just whip out the yarn and show me something or help me with anything I needed. Had I thought to pack my spindle, she could have taught me to spin, too. And since she was ever so patient with my questions, I know she would have been an EXCELLENT teacher.
If you’re ever in the area, stop in. Lovely yarns, and lovelier people.
Next up…Sedona

The Guppy
aka The Fish With Sticks

Socks-1, Guppy-1

HA! Take THAT you evil sock!

My sock yarn arrived from Knitpicks finally and I couldn’t WAIT to cast on! I went home and like a good little knitter, knitted my gauge swatch on size 5s. It was about the same gauge as my last sock, but it looked a little holey to me. But I thought it was ok, so I cast on the rib on size 4s and figured I’d do the sock in 5s. After a couple of rounds of rib, I changed my mind. I went to Wildfiber and bought sizes 3 and 4s and cast on again using the 3s for the rib and planning to use the 4s for the sock. About 10 rows in it hits me.

New needle size… New stitch gauge… Stitches cast on will not be enough…

So for the second time in as many days, I frogged. And I did another gauge swatch (is it just me or are swatches not the most boring thing in the world to knit?). But now… Oh, now…

I’m only about 6-7 rows in, but did you know self-striping sock yarn stripes?! By itself?! It’s MAGIC!!!! LOL. Ok, maybe not, but it IS pretty cool.

The Guppy
AKA The Fish With Sticks

Guppy vs. Socks…SOCKS WIN!

Usually when I utter the phrase “SOCKS WIN” I’m referring to the White Sox. Unfortunately the Pink Sock is more ruthless and cunning and, frankly, the better player. Hey, I love the Sox, but I’m realistic.

So…I’ve been working diligently on my first sock. I was enjoying the challenge of it. It took me a while to get going on it though, but I was going to muscle through it! I was not going to let this sock beat me! It’s small. It can’t do that much to me!

*waving white flag of surrender*

Grab a Snickers and have a seat. Allow me to tell you a Fish tale…

Saturday: Went to knitting class at my LYS and figured the basics for starting it.

Sunday: I measured my foot wrong, so I had cast on way too many stitches. Frogged it. Found a pattern chart online and spent two hours trying to wrap my head around the numbers and calculate the math for my sock.

Monday: I wasn’t actually knitting in a circle. I had somehow managed to turn the cast on as if I was knitting on straights, so it didn’t join. Frogged it.

Tuesday: Working with 5 dpns was too much. So I went to four. And managed to drop enough stitches doing it that I needed to frog it.

Wednesday: I somehow twisted one of the needles. Frogged it.

Thursday: I accidentally flipped my work over, so instead of working the sock counterclockwise in a circle, I actually went down the left side, across the bottom, flipped the sock and went back across the bottom and UP (what turned out to be) left side again, then flipped the work and went back DOWN the left side…You can see it coming, can’t you? Yup. Frogged it.

Friday: Hallelujah! NO FROGGING! I got it started! Finally! Stayed up until about 2 a.m. trying to get as much done as I could because I had class the next morning and wanted to at least have the leg portion done.

Saturday: Talked to Anita at class and found out how to at least start the heel flap. By that time my arm and wrist were in agony from all the tight knitting on itsy-bitsy needles with skinny yarn, so I switched to the ribbon scarf for my mom. Ahhh…Blessed size 13s.

For a few days I didn’t work on it because I was giving my arm a break. Picked it up again last night…

Found out in all the frogging and recasting, I somehow managed to cast on 8 too many stitches. After contemplating which would be quicker: head in the oven or knife to the wrists…I took it off my needles using some waste yarn. I decided that I was having enough problems with this particular sock that I just was done with it. I may go back to it at some point and just do it anyway, but at this point…no.

I wasn’t particularly happy with the yarn. It was a pretty color, and the stitches looked nice and tight, but if you stretched it at all, it would sag. I also found out most people like to use a size smaller needle for the rib, and that makes a lot of sense to me, so I want to try that, too. So I’m going to return the yarn I bought, and look for something a little nicer.

See? I was so proud of myself for finishing mom’s scarf that the Hubris Gods decided to smite me. What’s that quote? The best way to make the gods laugh is to tell them your plans. Well, there you go. Living proof.

A Humble Guppy
AKA The Fish With Sticks