We had a great Santa Clara Meet-up last night! Mel amazed the crowd by TEACHING HERSELF TO GRAFT after making a mistake on her very first project. (Lesson learned: don't drink and knit.) Apparently she just took it apart at a join and figured out how to put it back together from the live needles. Fantastic! Did I mention she did this after midnight as well?
C is working on a dog sweater on teeny needles, which make your back stiff, a problem I can definitely relate to. ESPECIALLY after Tuesday night, when I made major progress on the blue cardy hood only to realize I'd cast on the wrong number of stitches in the first place. Read the pattern wrong. RIIIIIIIP! I'm now well back into it, but it was frustrating.
J and I discovered that Blue Rock Shoot makes a damn good coffee cake. And they'll heat it up for you. Yummy!
The sock goddesses were all in fine form as usual, putting us all to shame with their genius.
I have a slight fear of running out of blue yarn before I finish the hood. I THINK I'm okay, but it's down to the last 3/4 ball.
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It was great to see you last night! Nice description of the meetup. I saw your post on my blog. I'm sorry to hear about the cramp in your left shoulder. Maybe we should learn how to knit continental?
You know, that's not a bad idea. Maybe in January we can have a learn-to-knit-continental partnership. There are certainly quite a few people around to teach it -- Jeni seems to have it down to a fine art.
My other suggestion would be to hire a massage therapist for our next meet-up. Preferably a handsome Swedish guy named Sven.
Sven! He sounds like a great idea.
I can *knit* continental pretty well, but I can't purl. And in both stitches, the finger tensioning the yarn flies way to far away from the needles & adds stress in my hand. I'd definitely be interested in joining a stitch switch support group!
Let's make it a New-Year's project! Jeni seems quite adept at purling continental. I figure I should at least give it a shot, right? Like my Mom used to say, how do I know I don't like it if I don't even try?
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