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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

[insert cuss word of your choice here, and bring wine]

Rickin' frackin' blarg. And poop.

I did a swatch with the Sea Silk last night, and it really wasn't working. I didn't want to admit it - what with the meltdown that was the winding of it and all - so I put it aside, and came back to it tonight. Cast on and started another swatch. Patiently knat until even the wishfullest-thinkingest part of my brain was twitching in horror.

It's not just that the silk doesn't have a lot of give, which makes it a bit of a challenge for me to knit...I could get over that, really. It's not even that I can not, for the life of me (and after much experimentation), figure out how to switch between skeins without the one edge looking like I'm trying to strangle a Wookie...I get that it's the price I pay for using hand-painted, and I'm not prepared to over-dye this stuff like I did with Tuscany. So I'd have stuck with it and figured out how to carry the strands, or whatever the frack I'm supposed to do with it.

Except that no matter how much I want it to be otherwise, no matter how much I keep knitting, or how dim the lights, or how I squinch my eyes....the colours in the skeins are so different that they can't help but stripe. Obviously. And not in a good way. Definitely not like one of those squashed-face cats, so ugly it's cute. Nope.

More as in squashed-ugly like roadkill. Only it's blue and purple, not red, and there're no innards involved. Also, it probably smells better. But otherwise, it's practically the same thing. Knitting roadkill. Good times.

Obviously I'm not taking this well. And I don't even think there's any chocolate in the house.

8 comments:

yarnpiggy said...

Dude...this post is screaming for a photo!

(Not to rub salt in your wounds...)

(formerly) no-blog-rachel said...

Bailey's?

If you have no chocolate and no Bailey's (or an adequate substitute) you are indeed in bad shape and I feel for you...

Sarah, Grand-Dutchess of Serendipity said...

Meet my new friend. His name is southern comfort. He makes many things better.......

Anie said...

Mr Southern comfort-oh yes, he is wonderful for winter nights of frustrating incidents.
The Grand-dutchess and I doth agree on this matter.

cedar said...

I;m with Piggy....where's the camera...I am dyeing to see this...or just dyeing...lol

~laurie said...

Would it be possible to knit each row with the alternate ball..ok that sounds almost pornographic lol.
Or maybe it's just me.....

Barb said...

Oh. Oh . Oh, HERE: Have some cyber Xanex and cyber wine and a...a...a massage.

I'm so sorry.

Rabbitch said...

Oh honey, that's horrible. You should have phoned me. I would have brought over likker and chocolate. And yarn that didn't look like ass, too.