Let's try this again...

Okay, so I guess I "forgot" about this thing... (looks sheepishly away)
But now its round two. I think I neglected, abandoned, and otherwise mistreated my blog because I have not quite gotten the hang of taking pictures for it, and that makes it boring. Also, life has a way of busying itself with things other than knitting. Thus, much as I adore the craft, I am rarely able to indulge these days, except by vicariously knitting through looking at more adept knitters' FO's.
I did just order some yarn from Bartlett- the 2 ply in "Blue Loch". I am going to make Oat Couture's Celtic Cardigan with that... if it gets here before summer. I am hoping that the shipping will be speedy. But I won't place any bets.
In other news, aka the rest of my life, I am putting together my junior voice recital, and I have less than three weeks before the big day. I am getting a teensy bit nervous (read: I get palpitations just typing about it.) Why do I do this to myself? I love singing, I just have to remember that.
Really, that is what is consuming my life and knitting time right now. I have so much to do for that, so knitting is my little escape-whenever I can manage to save an hour here and there.
As usual, my postings will probably be sporadic, but I hopefully will keep this thing afloat.
Cheers,
Autumn's Daughter

*Throws hands up in frustration*

GAHHHHH!
(breathes in deeply)
Okay... so I am SOOOO close to being done with my capelet from Wrap Style. This is the arrowhead lace top down capelet by Ms. Budd. It has gone rather smoothly, and I have been so pleased with how it has turned out. However...
A loose end somehow became too loose, and I lost some stitches... I fixed it a bit, so that the mistake is not as visible- and yet, I don't think I feel comfortable leaving it as is. I think- since I know I will wear this everywhere after I finish it- that I ought to frog the bit, and redo it, since it is such a nice lace pattern. I know that I would regret it if I didn't do it right. But ugh... I also just want to finish it! Its in a lovely color of red, "Spice" in my favorite worsted weight wool, Lamb's Pride. The mohair adds such a fuzzy warmth, and it looks lovely with the arrowhead stitch pattern. I need to finish it so I will be able to wear it as I gleefully deliver christmas cookies to everyone I know! I'll look just like little red riding hood! Whoopie!
And now, to fix that stupid glitch... grumble....
autumn's daughter

Oh! The rapture!

My Knitpicks order has arrived! Well, in a sense- it is sitting in my parents' living room right now, no doubt the cats are pestering it, and I feel so lonely here without my beloved yarn... we shall meet shortly my darlings... and I shall knit you to my heart's content...

Greetings!

My first post on my knitting blog- how exciting! I don't really know what to write or where to start. Maybe my beginnings as a knitter? Yes, that seems logical.
I suppose I've known to knit for far longer than I imagine. My mother taught me at a young age, but since I was (am) a stubborn girl, I never got into it. I went through that inevitable stage when everything mother does is dowdy. Well, I grew out of that eventually, and sat down to try to learn. Now, I cannot say that my process of learning how to knit was "peaceful" or "calming." No, it was more "traumatic" and "painful". Well, to start, anyhow. I have since convinced myself that it was the yarn's fault. Yes, that's right- I mean, poor unfortunate soul that I was, poor neglected, fiber-starved child (not dietary) that had to learn on Lion Brand Honespun! Yes, I know, it was terrible- it split everywhere, caught on my neglected cuticles, and the boucle kept sliding and bunching. It was miserable- but not necessarily just because of the yarn. I cast on a scarf that had about 60 (yes, 60) stitches. I got through about four rows, and was whupped. I felt completely dominated by this stupid, bunchy,scratchy, fuzzy yarn- and that was essentially the truth of the matter. I gave up for the time being. I threw the scarf beginning and the skein of evil into the closet, to fester in the corner, while I pretended to not hear it taunting me- Britta... you know I'm in here... you will never finish me... I have won.
Well, dammit, I was not going to let a stupid ball of yarn get away with that. Just to show it who was boss (and my neck was freezing- Minnesota gets real cold, dontcha know) I ripped out my former working, quite aggressively I might add, and cast on a more reasonable 25 stitches. And I knit. And I yelled obscenities as I dropped stitches.
Well, as you could probably guess, the resulting...uh... "object" was a complete monstrosity. It was so riddled with holes, it looked like it had been used for target practice by a firing squad. I also realized that the color and texture strangely resembled something my cat puked up after eating a dead leaf. I wondered what possessed me to finish it- stupidity? Stubbornness? Or was it something else? It ended up being that something else.
I slowly discovered the beauty and virtue of wool. Almighty wool, I bow down to you, for you have saved me from the abysmal pit of fun fur and homespun. All hail mighty wool.
So now, I have been knitting steadily for about a year and a half. I am working up courage to knit a sweater. Part of me wants to wait until after I 've lost that weight that I have been meaning to lose for 3 years. Another part says Do it already!
Well, I have to go finish up some homework (oh, college) and sleep. Have a nice evening.