Because I am weak, and because I cannot go a month without buying yarn, and because I have been assured by many people who know these things that sock yarn does not count. So I have rewritten my vows and am only buying SOCK yarn until Asheville. Which is tentatively scheduled for the first full weekend in October, and I say tentatively because I haven't cleared it with El Jefe yet. I think it will be okay. If it isn't I'm screwed until the end of October.
I shouldn't feel guilty. With all the re-writing of history and the disregard for law going on in much higher places, breaking a yarn vow is laughable, isn't it?
I'm still working on that "baby blanket." Wasn't there an episode of MASH where either Hawkeye or Margaret was knitting something that just kept getting bigger and bigger? Maybe I have it confused with some other show, but I think it was MASH.
This "baby blanket" has become the Thing That Just Keeps Growing. When I held it up and saw how wide it really was, I had to keep going to make it longer, because a blanket that is wider than it is long would look really stupid. So it's not a baby blanket anymore, it's definitely a child blanket. Not quite a full length blanket, at least not if you define such a thing as long enough to cover the feet and reach to the chin (and that's my definition of a full length adult blanket). But it is still in progress, because it is, ahem, wider than I'd thought when I cast it on, so I might as well just keep going. I have enough pink Softball Cotton, I may as well keep going until I use it all up. I'm almost done, honest. It has not cured my sick obsession with feather and fan, either - I love it more and more, because it's mindless and yet it looks Fancy when done. Somewhere in the hall closet is an ancient gray wool feather and fan "carriage blanket" one of the Great Aunties made for me as an infant, it's still in decent shape but the weight of it makes it more appropriate for, maybe, a miniature horse? Okay, that's not fair, it was a carraige blanket for a New Jersey winter, it was quite suitable. Maybe my obsession with feather and fan began as an infant.
When the blanket is done, and it will be very soon, like in a day or two, I must start socks for Boy. I haven't bought the sock yarn yet, but I'm going to visit Chez Casuelle online tonight, before I lose my nerve. I'm thinking Shepherd Sock in Black Watch and Black Purl. Or Baltic Sea. They are manly without being dull. I can be fairly restrained if I shop online. Visiting the shop in person is dangerous.
And the new Knitty is up, and provided just the right sweater for my son. Go check out the patterns! Avast is perfect for him un-fussy, but with style, he'd actually wear it. I'd even use the yarn the designer used because I like Plymouth Galway, but Boy is not a hand washable kind of guy so I'm thinking Cascade 220 superwash or a yarn to be named later.
Girl loved Intolerable Cruelty but I'm waiting for other people to make it first so they can comment about any ass-saggage issues experienced. Knitted skirts are iffy, unless you can stand posed all evening you may finish the night looking decidedly droopy.
The Kureyon afghan is to die for, but I have a puking cat and a shedding Boston so it ain't happening in this household.
Must go find Discover card and buy yarn.