Pablo and me.

Picasso was my favorite artist when I was a little girl. I can't draw a cow that looks like a cow, but I can do a mean Cubist doodle. Like Picasso, however, I go through color periods. For a long time, all the yarn I bought was blue. The man at my first LYS called it my "Blue Period," and was very surprised when I smiled shyly and said, "Like Picasso."

Looking at my Ravelry page, I am still in a Blue period. I am also in a Pink period. Aside from a brief, Harry Potter-inspired dalliance with black, green and gray, all but one of my projects are in shades of blues and reds. I like knitting them far more than I like wearing them. That might also explain why I give so many of my projects away.

I just cast on a scarf in two shades of brilliant green. For myself. So there.

It's been a while...

I am going to try to update my blog more often. I find myself wanting to write blog posts about things, and then I figure "who cares?" and then I don't, and then there is more I want to blog about. It is a vicious cycle.

I have a lot of completed projects since my last post in July. Unfortunately, the knitting techniques have cycled around again, and I'm working on a big lace project again. It's the Artemis Stole by Alisonknits. The pattern is clearly written and beautiful, and I'm almost half-way through without having lost interest. This is different from White Fir in that things aren't changing every row. There are fifteen repeats of the lace pattern in each half, and I have knit through thirteen of them. I'm almost ready to start the second half.

There is a definite pattern to the project choices I make. I do a big lace project, then a big Fair Isle project, then a big cable project, and then I want to do lace again. I have my next big project lined up. I'm going to knit my boyfriend another sweater. Yes! I know I'm flirting with disaster, but the first one didn't hit me with the Sweater Curse. I like to live dangerously.

Along with my big projects I have been knitting long side-to-side scarves. I use them for class knitting and subway knitting. They are a lot of fun. More later!

Let go, cast on.

There has been too much blogging pent up over the last few months. This post is going to be more thoughtful and introspective. There will be knitting news later, I promise.

My boyfriend goes to college in upstate New York. It's a great place for him to be, a good school and a wonderful program. He's making friends, enjoying his classes, and we talk every night. I knit him most of one Dashing and then stopped. I just stopped. It was one of those things. If I don't knit the other one, if I don't put the thumbs on, if I don't weave in the ends and give them to him, maybe he won't be at college a train ride away from me.

I did finish them. I told myself I was being ridiculous, and while Aurora 8 is comforting, it isn't nearly as good as my boyfriend. I gave them to him when I went up to his college to visit him over the weekend. He loves his dashing arm warmers and insists on showing them to all his friends at school and saying, proudly and a little smugly, "My girlfriend made them for me." I watched him. It makes it much easier to handle only talking to him on the phone during the week. Knitting connects us all.

I'm the one wearing them in this photo. I added a little bit of black to the one of the left. I think it makes them look like Modern Art. He thinks it makes them look like tribal totems. I'm not sure what that says about us.