A moment of silence . . .

. . . For I have lost a knitted item. My trilobite hat, which I have loved and cherished for all of six months, is gone. I have looked, cleaned my room, searched high and low and appealed to the mercy of the hat gods for two days and despite all my efforts, the hat is still gone. Apparently, I am not meant to have a third hat. Every time I have one, it gets lost (though the first one wasn't my fault. My mother borrowed it, and then she lost it, not me).

I suppose it's possible that the problem is not that it's a third hat - perhaps the problem is that it's a green hat, since the other lost hat is green as well. It will probably require a certain amount of further study to determine the exact nature of my hat curse, and I suppose in the meantime I should just turn my energies to mourning . . .

New Recruit

SO I've sucked another person into the vortex that is the world of knitting. She's hooked. Really. As in, I taught her the basics and her first project was a cowl. Knit in the round, that is. No fooling around with scarves, no awkward stitches, and best of all, no irrational fear of trying new things.

Her second project was a sock. She hasn't finished it, (she got bored) but she's done the toughest parts - the heel is turned, gusset decreases finished, well on the way to the toes. It's just boring.

Did I mention she was fast? She churned out a couple of hats after that and got started on a lace ribbon scarf which she has finished, by the way! And even as we speak, she is sitting next to me with a further couple of cabled hats under her belt, working on a scarf knit almost entirely with a spin-off of a short row technique.

She's been knitting for about 9 weeks. I've created a monster. A really awesome monster who knits.