Can't Hitchhike anymore
Because all my towels were stolen. All of them. Three loads of towels, phht, gone.
Now I can't Hitchhike. Bummer. I should stand outside a wallmart and hold up a sign that says "Disadvangated knitter, has no towels. Please help and god bless." Guess I have to change my christmas list!
I couldn't stand not knitting anymore. I pulled a pattern of the web, tinkered with it, charted a pattern, and knit up the first of the Heritic Gloves, as i'm calling them. Here's the first one, held together with a pencil:
The recepient has bigger hands than me. Than I? I can never remember that grammar rule.
Here's a close up of the pattern I charted. As I am calling them the Heritic Gloves, you can guess what the symboligy* is there.
What? the back? Sure!
The highlighted floats are where my brain took a vacation and I somehow didn't twist them in. I'm going to tack them down before I seam them up.
And Libs and I went to my first 'stitch and bitch', at Anacapa Fine Yarns, in Ventura. They were very nice, and we chatted. Of course, they thought we were freaks, which I guess we are, but they liked us anyway.
At one point the left half of the table was all L names: Lois, Lucy?, Linda, Lindsey, Libby... It was quite strange.
I'm going to go cast on for the second Heritic Glove. God, it feels good to knit again!
*name the movie and you might get a prize!