I'm not sure I can claim my gold medal...
I DID finish my designated project --
but when I started it I was sure that my knitting would be grossly curtailed by my wrists and their resurgent tendonitis. Luckily, it's not the knitting that causes the pain, it's using the keyboard (especially on the so-not-ergonomically placed machine at work).
I did have to knit the headband twice, as the first time I'd misread my gauge.
That allowed me to change it from knit band, purl a turning row, knit liner, graft bind-off to knit ribbing, double my stitches, work whole thing in double-knitting, half the stitches, knit ribbing and bind off.
It was much more challenging the second way, as watching Olympics while keeping track of double knitting rows taxes my wee brain. But I truly enjoyed a bind off that did not involve the thread needle for longer than it took to weave in the ends.
That said, I've started another event and hope to medal there as well. Is there a design team? I've named the new item the "Mardi Gras Scarf" ... something about the purple and green and yellow combination...
Here's what I've got so far...
Yes, that's two sets of wee diamonds, connected by a needle cable coated in stitches. I'll try to figure out how to post a sketch of it before too long.Then again, I'm sorely tempted to submit it to Knitty for the summer issue, in which case it will have to become Secret Knitting for a while. (HM... CAN I keep it secret?)
On other fronts, if you do not read Franklin's blog regularly, you simply must read this post. Warning... you will laugh out loud. You might spew on your screen and/or keyboard, and you might want to head to the bathroom before you read.
Birdsong started a wonderful meme in which you create poetry from the letters of your name. I've not been officially tagged, but thought It would be fun to see it catch on around Blog land. Here is my attempt:
Hedonistic in a sensual sort of way
Effervescent when feeling good
Literate, with eclectic musical tastes
Extroverted without being ambitious
Not a morning person
I then asked a dear friend who offered this:
I like it! I like it more than my own. Except for that elegant thing. He's the second person to refer to me as elegant in the past few months ... Sylvia did it first, and in public (on line even). I guess I'm pleased that people see that in me... but I don't (particularly not when I'm sitting in pyjama pants and a 6 year old long sleeved tshirt, having delayed my morning shower in favor of taking lounging to Olympic levels.)
Note to TypePad: Please update your spell-check dictionary to understand that "gauge really is a word, and that really is how it's spelled. At least it knows "blog"" which my former host's spellchecker did not.