Wordy Wednesday

Hello Knitting Friends,

This is supposed to be a ‘Wordless Wednesday’, but I can’t be trusted. I failed this past weekend on making an effort on my socks. Apparently I have chosen a challenging pattern as my first ‘real sock’ using fingering/sock weight yarn. Two things happened– 1. I got stuck on the weird instruction verbiage   And 2. I lost a DPN this morning in the train (serves me right knitting at 6 am). So here is the phone of my two socks not created at the same time.


All About Baby

Hi Knitting Friends,

When I first started knitting, I had so many dreams and goals of what I wanted to make. Most of my friends were starting to have families. The first three years of my knitting journey, I made one baby blanket each year. I was very happy with the accomplishment. But after awhile, my interests waned. I get bored with the familiar and I sort of stopped making blankets because I couldn’t find a baby blanket pattern that I felt committed to. Here are some of my old ones…

Sunny Baby Blanket (pink & blue); Garter Rib Baby Blanket; Camilla Blanket;

Sunny Baby Blanket (pink & blue); Garter Rib Baby Blanket (dark blue); Camilla Blanket (yellow);

Queue the music– I have discovered several new patterns that I feel comfortable with trying. Here are my top 4 picks that are baby favored and in my opinion trumped the tradition baby blanket (exclude #4).

  1. Little Sister by Knithehellout (RavelryID)
  2. Stripey Duffle Coat by Tottopper (RavelryID)
  3. Lolly Pod by Laura Nelkin
  4. The Walt Painted Chevron Baby Blanket by KnitaGogo (RavelryID)

What’s in your new mommas’ go-to knits?


Toe-up Adventures

Toeup adventures: Riff from Knitty

Toeup adventures: Riff from Knitty

Hi Knitting Friends,

Welcome to my new adventure: toe-up socks. Recently, one of my advisers told me that real happiness lies outside of my comfort zone. Accept the emotions of challenges, but don’t hold on to them. Fear immobilizes movement. So I’ve decided to beat this challenging circumstance with a dose of knitting socks. In the past, I can admit that knitting hasn’t always given me comfort. I also realized that part of the dissatisfaction came from knitting something that did not bring me comfort.

My new adventures to combat my unhappiness is in the form of socks. How can I lean into the discomfort? J U S T. K N I T. S O C K S. It doesn’t make sense to me completely, but it sure as hell beats burrowing under the covers until Summer.

Yesterday I had my first lesson with my knit buddy SA. I like SA because she knows her stuff. I can joke with a straight face and she still gives me the bottom line. I think I enjoy tackling socks because there are infinite possibilities. I wanted to learn toe-up sock technique because of my big feet. I found a cool heel turn guide through Ravelry called Heels by Number. SA showed me how to work the figure-8 method on DPNs, a modified version of Judy’s Magic cast-on. My first obstacle occurred when I was trying to knit the first two rows of the cast-on. Two of my Karbontz DPN tips broke. It was definitely a manufacturing issue. I was very thankful SA was there to witness the craziness (see photo above, left hand photo). I chose to start the Riff pattern. I’m using Plucky Feet in gray.


I’m thankful for technology and instant chat via Facebook. I guess I have ‘a hard head’ because I lost 1.5 hrs of sock instruction. I spent one hour alone after my lesson and managed to screw it up. I have a lop-sided toe with a dominate increased side. I’m remaining hopeful and told SA that I would frog the sock and start over. I’m hoping that sock knitting is like riding a bike. What’s on your needles, friends?

Book Challenge Update #2

I am slowly working my way through reading at least 50 books for 2015. I am using a couple of book list guides to be creative when reading. If you want the full list, head on over to the Pop Sugar page.
reading challenge
My Progress: 12/52
  • A mystery or thriller ☐ Kendra Elliot- Rogue River Novella (3 books)
  • A book by an author you haven’t read yet ☐ Tia Louise One to Hold (3)
  • A trilogy ☐ Nora Roberts- The MacKade Brothers (3 books)
  • A book with a color in the title ☐ Nora Roberts- Garden Trilogy (3 books)

I normally read a lot of non-fiction. This year I am trying to be more creative and read things that are outside of my comfort zone. I like Nora Roberts’ Garden trilogy. It had a great balance of suspense, romance, and ghost haunting. What are you reading?

Accepting Failure

Disclaimer: The following blogpost is saturated with sarcasm (especially the last sentence in the post).

Hi Knitting Friends, this post is not about knitting, but I felt like I wanted to share ‘other’ stuff. I often feel comfort after reading my blog feed. So, I want to share a story that I am walking through now. I apologize in advance to the length of this post and if I get off on a tangent *please overlook my southern wanderings*.

Six is a symbolic number in my life. I was born during the sixth month (June). Six is the number of years it took me to earn my bachelor’s degree. And six is also the number of years I have been working toward a career goal. I realized today that my career goal that I have been working towards is not going to happen in the conventional way that I thought. I don’t even know why I wasted so much time being angry about it. This week I realized that I will not be earning my Master’s degree. Six long.hard.years. What have I learned during this journey?

Accept Failure, but don’t hold on to it. Your passion should never be painful. After accepting failure, take responsibility for your part. And end with Gratitude.

Photo credit: Found on IG @larenztate

Photo credit: Found on IG @larenztate

Even though I feel lousy about this ordeal, I am going to have to have several difficult conversations with people. During these difficult conversations, I will have to admit that in some aspects of my life I have presented an ‘impostered-self’. The ‘impostered-self’ or a fake replica of a perfect person. *face-palm*

As someone who only cries once a year (at the sad State Farm commercial), I filled my quota this week. I’m writing the end of this chapter. I’m going back to the drafting board to draw a new picture (and knit that damn first sweater). I’m making changes, purging six years worth of data. During my recent crying session I heard a voice of reason say “accept failure”. Even though my heart is grieved over this failure, I realize that my soul isn’t crushed. My past behaviors of ‘feeling crushed’ often occurred after a failure. I take this as a life lesson. And I am officially an adult.