purl-handled revolver

[freckles_and_doubt]

In the latest installment of the Horrid Revelations Of A Knitting Idiot: success! Have achieved actual purling, and the space-time continuum seems largely unaffected. I'm rather relieved. It transpires that (a) it's really important whether the wool is at the front or back of the needles, and (b) I was holding the needle upside down. (No, really. I get the difference between the pointy end and the blunt end, but it took a while for it to permeate that the knitted bit should be pointing right, not left. It all makes much more sense now. Zen levels are rising). I've managed to knit four rows that, while not things of amazing beauty or uniformity, are lacking in crossed stitches and random snarling, and begin to show vague hints of a possible gesture at a sort of an emerging pattern. All four rows have been marked by a triumphant shriek of glee as I reach the end of the row at the same time as the pattern does. This is achieved only by dint of crossing my eyes and counting stitches aloud. I fear my status of Knitting Idiot is not going to improve any time soon. Still, having fun.

I'd post a pic of my four rows, of which I am inordinately proud, except I promised that this will never be a knitting blog, and stv might growl at me if I renege.

In other news, Sid the Sinus Headache is still present, hanging out in my skull playing poker in the back room with the Mucus Boys. Grumpy. I shall revenge myself on the world in general by wandering around my invigilation this afternoon snuffling unexpectedly at students. That'll teach 'em.

p.s. I knew this knitting stuff broke the laws of physics. Can anyone tell me why, after solemnly casting on 41 stitches, at the end of four rows I have 44? Or is that supposed to happen?

Last Night I Dreamed: a rather interesting Halloween party, with square dancing, held on the premises of Rhieinwen's romance bookshop. (What are you doing popping up so frequently in my dreams lately, Rhieinwen? Not that it isn't nice to see you, but it seems a bit appropos of nothing). Later I was the frantic director of a live, real-time production of The Lord of the Rings, with the actual cast in the actual landscape. There was much running around trying to stop Aragorn and various hobbits from wilfully diverging from the plot.

Comments

Gleeful

[pumeza.livejournal.com]

This is so cool. I mean really, truly cool with little smiley faces and all. I love the picture of you knitting. And I didn't even have wine with my lunch. Any day now *I* will come to *you* for a lesson.

Re: Gleeful

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Don't hold your breath, it's going to take a while for me to progress beyond these four rows I keep frogging and re-knitting. There is faint, but discernible, improvement with each iteration. At current rate I should have a scarf by about 2015.