End of August Updates

As you can see from the lackluster amount of new material posted here within the last couple of weeks, there has been almost zero knitting happening lately and, therefore, a lack of stories for me to tell about my knitting. Here’s the short version of the last two weeks of my August:

  • I hosted Rae’s baby shower, and it was an astounding success. Only two people where not able to make it, I handmade five different dips, drank a lot, and she loved her gifts. I’m so excited to complete the blanket soon (it’s been moved to an October deadline).
  • Joseph decided we needed another cat. He adopted one the day of Rae’s baby shower (at first I was okay with it because I just wanted him out of my hair for the day – the adoption process takes a while). When he came home with the new kitten, I instantly fell in love. Picture to come. Our deal is he is on permanent litter box duty.
  • Joseph’s sister moved out of our apartment. Now, like most other in-law situations, I loved having her here but I’m not 100% sad to see her go. Why? Her old bedroom is going to be transformed into my home studio. More to come on that, later!
  • September is the busiest wedding month of the year, which means work is absolutely insane. Between commuting, dinner, a new work out schedule, taking care of the three cats, grocery shopping, and all of the other crap no one warned me about when I was a kid and wanted to grow up to fast, I barely have time to catch a good six hours of sleep per night. October and November will be welcome seasons.
  • I’ve decided I’m on a yarn diet. No more purchases until I knit up my stash in its entirety (Of course, there’s one exception here – Vogue Knitting LIVE! in November).

Updates with photos on the new knitting studio, kitty, general household redecorating for fall, and wonderful knitting projects to come soon.

A very happy beginning of the knitting season to you all!

About Hunter Liam

Hunter's grandmother had him making buttons and threading her sewing machine at the age of three. Ever since then, he's been obsessed with making things with his hands as a form of creative expression.Knitter, spinner, designer, writer, photographer, dancer . . . or just a creative soul with ADD.

I Do This To Myself

In five short days, there will be two simultaneous parties happening 1,000 apart, each having only one common denominator: me.

A couple of months ago, I offered to host the Artson’s first baby shower (and by first, I mean first in every. single. way. – it’s their first baby, the very first baby shower where they will be the guests of honor, my first time planning a baby shower, and the first party hosted at my new house). Virgin territory for every involved.

The other party will be my nephew, Quentin’s, fourth. While there’s a part of me that wants to argue with my sister when she says it’s his fourth birthday party, I figure she gave birth to him so I’ll let her think she’s winning that argument – I swear, he’s only two. At least, he has to be, because the sweater I made for him would only fit a two year old, and the boys in my family tend to be of the corn-fed variety, so if he’s four he’s really in clothes for at least a five year old, which means I’m way off with me measurements. I guess he’ll be getting a knitted Christmas gift this year, rather than a birthday gift (this is kind of okay – what four year old wants an alpaca sweater for his birthday, especially when it’s in the middle of August). Thank you Amazon.com for coming to the rescue. He’ll be getting a lovely fire truck this year. Happy Birthday, kiddo.

Since the fabulous debacle between Artson and I, I haven’t had the motivation to pick it back up and redo the last section (what can I say, I have some major trust issues). Now that I can’t utilize the sweater as distraction, I have to get this blanket finished – although I think it’ll be for a little closer to when the baby is born.

We started a pool at work to purchase baby gifts from the Artson’s registries, and people were very generous with their contributions. Rather than steal the limelight, I’m going to give Rae and Bo the blanket once the craziness of their baby shower season is over – one last gift to complete the little one’s nursery before he arrives this November.

For now, I have to focus on getting ready for this party. Sadly, this means my knitting will just have to remain like this for the foreseeable future:

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I know. It hurts me, too.

 

About Hunter Liam

Hunter's grandmother had him making buttons and threading her sewing machine at the age of three. Ever since then, he's been obsessed with making things with his hands as a form of creative expression.Knitter, spinner, designer, writer, photographer, dancer . . . or just a creative soul with ADD.

I’ve Moved On

The Artson baby blanket and I are having a fight. Sure, we’ve bickered during our time together. Once because I thought it would be fun to swap my color arrangement around, another time because I was drunk enough to use two different size needle tips during a 2 AM knitting session. Sure, he thinks I’m pain when I’m trying to get him to pose for the perfect in-progress picture, getting under my skin with statements like “You wouldn’t let someone post a picture of you first thing in the morning on the internet – why am I different?”.

Each time, the arguing has brought us closer together – except this last time. This last time, I was tempted to torch the sucker with a lighter. Instead, he’s folded up on my ottoman waiting for me to reconcile our relationship; I’m stubborn enough to just spend time with other projects until he commits to cooperating with me.

I know you’ll completely side with me, so let me tell you how all of this transpired. I was happily picking up stitches for the very last block while Mr. Joseph and I were traveling to a wedding this weekend. I didn’t have my pattern instructions with me, so I asked Artson, “Hey buddy, how many stitches do I need to pick up for this block?”.

He insisted there were only 137 needed for the block. I argued I thought it was more. Maybe 160?

“No, it’s definitely 137. Just pick up 137. I promise you, that’s all that will fit, anyway.” – Artson

So that’s what I did. And then I knit 51 rows during 3 hours of travel time. I thanked him for his help when I was done, and was excited to start the process of grafting his two halves together. I couldn’t wait for the moment to see the entire pattern come together in all it’s glory (yes, very much in a Dr. Frankenstein kind of way).

It was about 10 PM when I sat down on Monday to get it done. I happily repeated my Kitchener stitching mantra, while Mr. Joseph quietly entertained himself (he knows when he hears the muttering to leave me alone until it ceases).

About two hours in, I started to get concerned. It looked like I didn’t have enough stitches on one side of the work, but of course Artson would never lie to me, so I just kept on going. At 2 AM in the morning, I let out a “You have got to be !@#$%^&* kidding me!”, and shoved Artson into the bottom of an empty shelf in the darkest closet I could find. I yelled at him outside of the door for lying to me. I decided to call in Mr. Pattern for back up. He supported my side of the argument – 182 stitches were needed for the last block. I was under by almost 50 stitches. Artson lied. He’s a liar. And a jerk.

Since I can’t possibly look at him, much less think about all the spending time with him to cut out all the grafting, frog 6,000 stitches, and knit up 10,000 in their place, I decided we needed a break – some time apart in order to gain some perspective.

I searched and searched my stash for something that would be a quick knit, and found some wonderful chunky Misti Alpaca I had lying around. This sweater is just the new beginning I needed. The first date after a break up. Rebound knitting.

IMG_1792 IMG_1787 IMG_1785I asked him how many stitches I needed, he told me 47. Perfect. How many to decrease for armholes? 2. Music to my ears. What about the neckline? Hold the 5 center stitches and decrease one stitch at the neck edge every alternating row. You’re a dream come true, sweater – how great it is to rebound with someone who’s honest. You don’t lie, and I like that.

Of course, my deadline for both of these projects is the same day: the baby shower and my nephews birthday part are both on August 25th.

I’ve told Mr. Sweater that I’m not ready for anything serious, so we’ve agreed to continue to see each other as friends. Artson and I are going to have to work things out, for the baby’s sake of course. I’m not quite ready to spend time with him yet, but I’m hopeful about our future.

I guess time will tell.

About Hunter Liam

Hunter's grandmother had him making buttons and threading her sewing machine at the age of three. Ever since then, he's been obsessed with making things with his hands as a form of creative expression.Knitter, spinner, designer, writer, photographer, dancer . . . or just a creative soul with ADD.