Thank you everyone for stopping by for a visit over the weekend. It was great to see old faces and meet new ones. If you didn’t go you totally missed out on seeing Pippi live and in person with her own table of fibers and yarns. I think she might be doing it again so you may sitll have a chance. It was a great weekend though I’m completely tired out. I need to unload the truck in a few minutes and set the shop up again. I’ll have to take photos so you can see why I have to close the shop when I leave for a show.
It’s a 5 hour drive to Essex Junction, Vermont. This makes for incredible knitting time since it’s quite straight. 145 miles on I89 alone. That means no navigating, the co-pilot can rest her eyes on scenery and knit. On the drive there I finished the sleeves to Baby Boogie’s sweater only to realize that I forgot the needles to make the body. I was a spaz. Husbeast likened it to a heroin addict. I need my needles man! Because of a lack of needles for that, I worked on a new project. Thoguh I found a new project, I still continued to lament my lack of needles for the baby sweater project. I started to make a sock for the Big Girl:
Luckily I had the forethought to at least grab another project if I didn’t think about the needles. I had actually finished the sock but somehow I had messed up the toe and made it so it wasn’t even with the heel. I ripped it and I’m redoing it. The yarn is the club yarn “celebration”. I hope the girlie likes them, they’re super cute with the little picot edge that you can’t see in my incredible photo taken in no light.
Back to the addict without her needles. I was seriously obsessed. After getting the booth set up on Friday and getting de-stinkified, there wasn’t a knitting shop open. Husbeast talked me down from going door to door looking for needles. Really what was the chance there was a knitter in the hotel that would understand. Actually, our hotel was filled with hockey players so while I would have gotten to meet lots of college age boys, the knitting needles probably were a little unlikely. I worked on the sock and I eagerly awaited the next day….. I took a quick look around the show before everyone was finished setting up and Husbeast searched the show later for me. Not a needle to be found. Luckily I had work to do so the shakes I had were probably just passed off as looking like I was busy working.
At the end of the day I decided to cave and just get some other needles and I’ll figure out my gauge later. When lo and behold I saw them. Shining like a bright star in my dark obsessed sight. They were so beautiful. A rack of needles I hadn’t seen before. With shaking hands I leafed through them…. 19’s, 13’s, 11’s, 8’s oooh oooh we’re getting closer… 5’s, 4’s, 3’s!!!! There are 3’s! shaking a little more now…..20 inch 3’s! it’s the size! It’s the exact size I needed!!!! I skipped over to pay for it and told her I was going to kiss her. NO, she wasn’t impressed with my enthusiasm. Having some pink haired tattooed strung out knitter kiss you, probably isn’t at the top of everyone’s list. I bought them at Ellen’s Half Pint farm but I neglected to get the name of the person helping (It wasn’t Ellen). I was just too darn excited I don’t think I could see straight. I had needles!!!!
I skipped back to the booth and exclaimed rather loudly that I had my needles.
I HAD MY NEEDLES!!! and I didn’t compromise! They were perfect.
The other knitters in the area that had heard my plight (at least once) and had to listen to my whining (many times) were thrilled for me. Either that or they were thrilled they didn’t have to hear me talk about my need for needles and my jittery attitude. I happily clutched my needles to me.
I HAD MY NEEDLES!!!
And this is what I was able to do with them.
Saturday night I was so tired, I cast on and then promptly fell asleep. Most of the knitting was done walking around and working on Sunday and then I got the arms attached on the ride home. I worked until I was too tired to do anything well. I’m in love with how this yarn striped. Boogie Baby is going to look smashing in this. Don’t tell her it’s for her, it’s one of her birthday presents. Her special day is at the end of the month and I’m hoping to get at least this and the mittens done. Oh, and I need to find buttons to finish the lacy cardigan I finished a few weeks ago.
I have my needles and they are the most beautiful needles I own….
I promise you a recipe tomorrow. I just had to get out my needle story today. I knew you all would be happy that I had my needles. And probably very happy you didn’t have to hear my whine all day Saturday.