That's a black border. That means I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have finally gotten sick of adding patches to this log cabin, and I'm declaring myself four borders away from done.
Woo. Hoo.
I wanted to stop working on it before I got so sick of it that I couldn't stand to use it once it was finished. And I finally snapped and reached that point this week. Unfortunately, the black I happened to have on hand was sport weight, while most of the rest of the blanket is made out of worsted weight. It will work ... it will ... but it's a little awkward in these first rows. Oh well. Whatever. It'll be fine. Really. Fine.
I'm going out Saturday to pick up some more black yarn (I don't have enough to finish all the borders). I'll get worsted weight then. It'll all work out. That's one of the cool things about this blanket ... it's very forgiving.
I'm desperate to start something new. I'm not sure what. I have that luscious Cat Bordhi book to work on. I found two skeins of yarn in my stash, a very pretty wool I bought on a whim one time. It was the only time I'd ever bought yarn without a project in mind, and being a neophyte at it, only bought two skeins. So there's not enough there to make much of anything, but when I re-discovered it the other day, I thought, "I want to make something out of this." I'm thinking about seeing if there's enough to make a lacy scarf or something. Maybe I'll try that.
I have an addendum to the knitting goal for the year ... not only do I want to finish my current projects, but I want to try to finish one project a month. Which means a lot of smaller projects throughout the year, interspersed with my larger, life-long projects (like the Celtic Icon sweater). Well ... it may not be a good idea, because the more time I spend on little projects, the less time I can spend on the big ones.
But maybe I just need a little instant gratification, a few quick projects to make me feel better.
Of course ... that's exactly how the log cabin blanket started ... ...
Woo. Hoo.
I wanted to stop working on it before I got so sick of it that I couldn't stand to use it once it was finished. And I finally snapped and reached that point this week. Unfortunately, the black I happened to have on hand was sport weight, while most of the rest of the blanket is made out of worsted weight. It will work ... it will ... but it's a little awkward in these first rows. Oh well. Whatever. It'll be fine. Really. Fine.
I'm going out Saturday to pick up some more black yarn (I don't have enough to finish all the borders). I'll get worsted weight then. It'll all work out. That's one of the cool things about this blanket ... it's very forgiving.
I'm desperate to start something new. I'm not sure what. I have that luscious Cat Bordhi book to work on. I found two skeins of yarn in my stash, a very pretty wool I bought on a whim one time. It was the only time I'd ever bought yarn without a project in mind, and being a neophyte at it, only bought two skeins. So there's not enough there to make much of anything, but when I re-discovered it the other day, I thought, "I want to make something out of this." I'm thinking about seeing if there's enough to make a lacy scarf or something. Maybe I'll try that.
I have an addendum to the knitting goal for the year ... not only do I want to finish my current projects, but I want to try to finish one project a month. Which means a lot of smaller projects throughout the year, interspersed with my larger, life-long projects (like the Celtic Icon sweater). Well ... it may not be a good idea, because the more time I spend on little projects, the less time I can spend on the big ones.
But maybe I just need a little instant gratification, a few quick projects to make me feel better.
Of course ... that's exactly how the log cabin blanket started ... ...
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