Ok, so, it isn’t like an actual diagnosis or anything but, I’m moderately obsessive compulsive.
Someone once laughed at me saying to refer to myself as “moderately” obsessive was an oxymoron.
Well, that’s where the not NOT an actual “diagnosis” comes in. I’m pretty sure I stop just shy of the precise clinical parameters.
Call me… maybe… Pathologically Enthusiastic.
Oh, man. If ever there was an opportunity for me to go full-blown OCD, it would be for knitting. One moment yarn… three weeks, 10 new gray hairs and lots of squinting and mumbled curse words later and VOILA!
However, true to my form, I have a hard time working at my own level.
I see the potential!
I want to DO the potential!
I don’t know how to work a short row? I don’t even know what a short row is?
Balderdash! I makin’ SOCKS, dag nabbit!
Well, somewhere between coasters and socks there lies the hat.
Ahhhhh, the hat. So much fun… so fast… so difficult to make the right size when you’re brand new to knitting and still learning “what the flippy flap is a gauge and why on EARTH do my samples keep curling into little tubes!”
Since my mom-in-law taught me how to cast-on and knit the day before she left for a month-long vacation, I have learned a few things.
1) I was doing it wrong.
2) I was doing it wrong.
3) YouTube is an awesome place to discover all the ways you’re doing it wrong.
1a) I was knitting to the back of the loop… hence, floppy, twisted stitches with no elasticity.
2a) I was casting on backward (not in the wrong direction, literally backward). This may be due to the fact the my mom-in-law is left handed… or I’m just that unobservant… Either way, my first stitch kept wanting to fall out. REALLY problematic when knitting in the round.
3a) In the space of three YouTube videos, I managed to get all that sorted out.
Of course, I was 2/3 the way through my second hat… and had to finish it WRONG or else it wouldn’t be consistent. It may be lame, but it’s ENTIRELY lame. There is continuity and excellence in its lameness. Right?
So, hat number three turned out better, but still too big.
It is supposed to look like the one below pictured on the child that isn’t my child, but I have decidedly non-girly girls with a strange aversion to pink… well, at least that’s what the Small One tries to make us believe while begging for a pink iPod Nano. “Pink looks GOOD on an iPod, mommy!”
Ah, the mercurial inner workings of the eight-year-old female… But, I digress…
Hats! Hats! Hats!
Now I wanna make mittens and slippers and socks! What IS a gusset, anyway?! Clearly, I will be spending more time with my dear friend, Y.T. who will take all the time I need to show me… Y.T. is very patient that way.
I wish I were as patient with me… especially now that I have been introduced to Ravelry.com.
Oh, Dear Lord. Help me.
Happy Friday, Y’all!
Farm Girl, out!