OH. MY. GOD.

I just found out about ravelry - an internet 'community' (blech) for knitters and other type of yarn fiend. I'm quite excited about it - a joyous internet combination of knitting and filing.

Hurrah!

(H)armless

Hello everybody!

I'm the other Jean - a slightly younger and more male version of Jean. Also my hair is not ginger, which I feel to be significant.

Anyway, Jean has knitted me this wonderful deep v tank top WITHOUT ARMS, which is particularly impressive since arms often prove to be an issue for Jean. A really, really long issue. You know how some people are long in the tooth? This lady is long in the arm. But we won't talk about that, otherwise she might not come and collect the mouldy camping equipment in my bedroom. That and I'm not really one to talk since I haven't knitted anything that isn't square or made up of smaller square parts. I was about to say 'Hang on a minute, I'm doing some entrelac in the round', but then I realised that it's just lots and lots of small squares joined together.

Whatever, here's the tank top. Witness its deep v goodness:

In a bit,

other Jean

A Tank Top with ARMS

Just watch and learn.

After finishing Spot the dog-level shawl, I am now embarking on what I believe is called a Tank Top for the delectation of the younger Jean. Clearly he is wary after my last escapade with jumper knitting, which resulted with the Longest Arms in Christendom. This is not a good look on anyone.

Consequently Young Jean has asked for a tank top not a jumper. Wise, yet somehow I will still probably manage to get arms in there somehow. It's like a sickness.

And can I just say

Work frakking sucks. I should bring my knitting in so at least I can do something while waiting 84000 years for things to save on my coal-powered computer.

Knitting Shakespeare

T'other knitting Jean is embarking on the most special of literary projects - actually knitting Portia. Crikey. The quality of mercy may be greatly strained. Look...

I however am knitting the equivalent of a Spot book but I am still recovering from the sock trauma.

Vintage Retro Old Stuff

Or second-hand, as I like to call it. I have been suffering from eBay giddiness this weekend trying to purchase cheap wool for my mum's shoebox projects, and getting massively sidetracked by the number of delightful objets de tricoter. Although I will just say that just because it's second hand DOESN'T MAKE IT VINTAGE OR RETRO yes? So, amongst the many (and I mean many) Bakelite needles coming my way (unless someone outbids me on the one I meant to watch not bid for) I have received some delightful things:

Row and Stitch Counter

Look at it - gorgeous. By eck they don't make 'em like that anymore.

I don't know how I am going to attach it to a needle. But I don't care.

And it even comes with some delightful instructions on the back about how to use it.

Old Style Knitting Patterns

Here's the thing see - I wanted a cheap basic man's v neck pattern, so I got this job lot, and it was quite scary.

Lots of posing with pipes, binoculars (why?) and garden utensils all through the booklet.

Life must have been frightfully jolly, what. Glad I have got satellite tv though.

However there are exceptions in the book - look at this!

Beer AND a fag! Shoot him!

It's like a 1950s Pete Doherty.

And again with the pipe.

Nice.

Anyway enough of that malarkey. I'm off to try and fill the ANTM-sized hole in my Monday night telly viewing. I suppose I could always knit a Tyra...

Lonely Sock Seeks Similar For Long Term Partnership

Gosh. I have finally finished knitting a sock. On five tiny tiny needles. The Needles of Evil. Tiny. I need to get over that really. Were it not for the fact that the sock contains lovely lovely colours it would have been abandoned - as in incomplete - a while ago. I mean, a season and a half of Battlestar Galactica is a long time to spend on half a project when I could have easily watched the same whilst eating or knitting something that didn't hurt my fingers quite so much.

As it is the sock is abandoned, in the sense that it will be a long long time before I pick up the Tiny Needles of Doom again. Also I am not really sure I could make a compatible sock, i.e. one with a really bizarre ruched heel (not great at picking up stitches, me) and a slightly mutant foot.

However we all learn from our mistakes, and many a muckle makes a muckle, as Tyra would say. I shall recover my knitting mojo by working through my lovely new book 400 Knitting Stitches and making some lacy swatches. Oooh.