Spring Cleaning

Inspired by a recent post by Polly I decided to take a closer look at my so-called stash:


This is not even all of it. I could probably fill another box with the plastic bags left in the bedroom. It’s not really a stash as much as a collection of UFOs. Most have been abandoned because of boredom but some because of more serious problems. Nothing is more than 3 years old with the exception of a half-finished Kaffe Fassett-sweater that I started around 1993. I may show a picture of it one day to show just how much can go wrong in knitting. Til skræk og advarsel, as we would say in Danish.

I don’t own a ball winder so I started with some of the more easy things. First I found an old Rowan gift, my first I think:



I’ve always had issues with intarsia so stash it is. By the way I want to mention that I was very disappointed with the recent membership gift. Two balls of Handknit Cotton is a bit cheap considering what has been given in the past. One of my reasons for subscribing is the gift but this year it was hardly worth the effort as I can easily get the magazines otherwise to a reasonable prize.

But now I´m digressing. The second thing I found was this:


It´s a sneeze clapotis! Even I started one but abandoned it because I started disliking the colour. Now I like it again but there’s not yarn enough to do the pattern as written. Well, back to stash:


I then found another popular old thing:


One Bucket Hat from the always fabulous Bonne Marie Burns. It just came out way to big and I’m beyond wearing something this fury. Now I’m left with this:


Why to balls of each yarn have ended up like this I don’t know but I’ll find some use for it one day.

By now it was getting late and I only got as far as finding this cardigan:


It’s Moonlight from Rowan Magazine 34. Enemy, thy name is gauge… First I knit a large and it was too short. Then I knit an XL but had in the meantime learned about blocking… Now it’s very big. But it’s a nice cardigan and so much time has passed that it’ll be fun to knit again.

On a more serious note I need to keep looking at those boxes. I’m going to be studying for my master’s thesis this spring and summer and it means less time for work and therefore less money. Luckily I did some stashing earlier this month and with my findings I should be able to more or less avoid buying yarn for a long time.

Knitting Anxiety

Well, this is how far I got before I had to stop deceiving myself:


The bolero was meant as an extra surprise for my grandmother who turned 90 two weeks ago. She was going to have the party of all parties, you know, the kind where even long lost relatives show up and all small family feuds are forgotten. Unfortunately a week before the big day she fell in her own home and broke her leg and had to undergo surgery. I knew she would like something to keep her arms and shoulders warm and thought it would be nice to give her a little extra surprise. But in the end I was being all too hasty making my decisions. First of all small needles and 4-ply yarn doesn’t make a fast knit. Then seeing my grandmother I realized she would like something more loose-fitting than the chosen pattern (Tara from Rowan Magazine 38). At least I know the colour is one of her favorites. So, now I’m making up my own thing:


It has been one of the most frustrating knitting experiences that I’ve ever had for a couple of reasons. First of all I really, really wanted to make my grandmother happy but it just wasn’t possible with the time available. Second, I still want it to be done as fast as possible but I cannot work on just one thing at a time and when I work on other things I feel so guilty. Most of all it’s fear of not making it in time. She’s not exactly dying but she’s 90, not eating very much and becoming more and more frail. She has had an iron health all of her life but now I’m beginning to feel that time is limited and living at the other side of country I’m dreading my phone more than ever. At least most of the family is close by and she has maintained her good sense of humor, always ready with a quick remark whenever one of my uncles gets too cheeky.