Just for Sarah



Serrano is now just like two tiny pair of pants. Hope you like it, Sarah!

I'm making these on some new Crystal Palace bamboo circulars. I'm not very happy with the needles, mostly because of the join. While Crystal Palace has done a great thing with their rotating, non-kinking cord, the metal ferrules they use to join the cord to the needles have a very square corner right where the cord hits the metal. I'm afraid they're going to tear up my yarn, and it doesn't allow the yarn to flow easily onto the needle. Bummer. Sadly, I've had a lot of difficulty finding my favorite nylon needles in smaller sizes, so I'm resorting to buying these.

I'm also working on my Shetland Triangle -- I've been through 5 sets of pattern repeats, which is technically half, but I have enough yarn to make it bigger than the pattern says, and 'half' is relative when each row increases the stitch count by four.... Anyway, it's making a slightly larger scrunchy lump in my knitting basket, but is no more interesting than a few days ago.

It's really bad when you procrastinate by doing laundry and vacuuming, but that's what I'm up to today.

Comments

Dove Knits said…
I see London, I see France, I see Serrano lookin' like pants...

It looks great. Waht's the color called? How do you like the yarn?

I used to procrastinate by going to class. That's a very low sort of low.
7:17 PM
reluctantMANGO said…
You are too cute! Any sweater that starts off like that is bound to be a winner, right?
9:51 AM
Sarah said…
Awwww! See, isn't that the most awesome thing ever?? When I see your finished sweater, it will warm my heart to know that it used to be two pairs of tiny pants. My little secret.
6:08 PM
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