Knitting yardage update

Summer has slowed me down again. As has the spinning bug, which kept me at the wheel and - exciting and new - the spindle and away from the needles. I assume my yardage will rise again as the temperatures are dropping. And Christmas is already looming in the shadows ... time to turn all that brandnew handspun into something more useful and less decorative.

corrected February: 2711 yards/2479 meters

May: 2747 yards / 2512 meters
June: 419 yards / 383 meters
July: 576 yards / 527 meters
August: 2241 yards / 2049 meters
September: 347 yards / 317 meters and running

Knitting yardage

January: 2232 yards/2041 meters
February: 2900 yards/2652 meters
March: 3333 yards/3048 meters
April: 1547 yards / 1415 meters

Knitting yardage

January: 2232 yards/2041 meters
February: 2900 yards/2652 meters
March: 3333 yards/3048 meters

Knitting yardage

January: 2232 yards/2041 meters
February: 2900 yards/2652 meters

Here's where the story ends

It took me two days to finally get this frogged, but in the end I assume that's just appropriate for the time I put into knitting this. This pile of blue spaghetti is now soaking in a large tub to get the kinks out. I found that the yarn was also rather dusty and bleeds a little, so I added some wool detergent to the water. Reskeining will probably also take a while. Upside: the yarn seems to bloom a little, maybe I can knit the new sweater 1-2 needlesizes larger.

365g down, 700g to go

This is proving to be a physical challenge just as much as a mental one.

Prior to the event I had thought that my largest difficulty was overcoming the grief and frustration that all this work should be lost. But indeed this freakin' tangling mess of a helluva yarn keeps me so occupied that I have no thoughts to squander on the more philosophical/emotional aspects of this experience. Instead it makes me want to tear my hair out and scream out loud.



I was getting so desperate I even started tearing difficult bits apart and I cut the second grafted shoulder, after having carefully pulled out the first one to no end. And don't anyone ever tell me again to 'weave ends in as you go'. Forget it honey!

I'm so upset now, I have to go knit something peaceful. How about socks? ...

Bye bye bad man

I'm finally coming out of the closet to blog again. And this is why:

Tomorrow morning 3am German time the Olympic Games as well as the Ravelympics will start. And when the Olympic flame is lit my personal Un-ravelympics will begin.

This project has suffered a slow decline. First, progress was slowing down as I was getting 'a little bored' with this 4XL project on 2.25mm needles.

Then my DH was slowly but steadily gaining weight and it was time for us to realize that the sweater didn't fit very well anymore.

That was about the time when he tentatively started to comment on the 'wild' patterning of the Guernsey (yes, this is a navy blue knit/purl pattern that's barely visible, but men! you know how they are). And I had to admit the horizontal patterning actually was not very flattering to his fuller figure.

And all of these tiny little bits of discomfort led to neglect, neclect led to storage out of sight, out-of-sight led to out-of-mind ... we've all been there.

All of this is 2 years ago now and life has certainly moved on. Especially for my husband who has now lost 26 kilograms of weight and is on his way to losing considerably more. Enough to not fit into the sweater anymore. Enough to consider knitting a smaller sweater (with even less patterning).

Time to harvest the yarn.