Knit Purl




Oh Ravelry. You are so wonderful. You have so many knitters all in one place. So many patterns. So many…bear things.

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The following posts contains awful pictures, something in the neighborhood of stupid humor, and vague HP Lovecraft references. You have been warned.

It started like this. The scarf, ever hungry for yarn, is reaching the end of its first meal. But it is still hungry, and requires more. So out comes a new skein of yarn, wrapped up and twisted lovely and neat. So the scarf starts to devour this as well. Quite a few rows later, I realized I should really have started from the other end of the skein – the end that’s hidden within the depths of this cuddly mass and is much easier to knit with. So I set out to find it, but this only seemed to anger the skein. And before I knew it…YARNTHULHU, THE FREAKISH LOVECHILD OF YARN AND CTHULHU, EXPLODED INTO LIFE.

We fought viciously for control for a good 5 minutes before I finally had it – I found the end! Success!

Alas, it was not the end of the battle. Yarnthulhu fought still, snagging and generally making a mess everywhere. Eventually like 20 minutes and 108 yards of yarn later, Yarnthulhu gave in as its power dwindled to almost nothing, and my battle was won. I was richly rewarded with a lovely ball of yarn the size of your mom’s face that looks a lot smaller in the picture than it does in real life.

Maybe the next skein will give up its inner end. Maybe Yarnthulhu and I won’t battle again for a while. Maybe I’ll decorate the cat and take lots of pictures. Who knows?

…this seemed so much more dramatic while it was happening.

First, we’re going to get something awkward out of the way. When I went to bed on Sunday the 22nd, there was no snow. When I woke up, this had happened. Was still happening.

Let’s not even talk about the obviously failed driving test. Important days – I sure know how to pick ’em… Moving on.


Knitting is a pretty good stress reliever. Until, of course, as bad knitter, you get stressed about your bad knitting, so you just take pictures of it instead.

And then you bother the cat, and that’s an even better stress reliever. She’s not a very good knitter, though.

I haven’t felt much like posting lately. The initial plan was to post once a week or whenever I felt like it, which worked out pretty well. But then over the last 5 days I took way too many photos for just one post, so now I’m at about a 3 post backlog. Whoops!

Instead of posting, I’ve been reading and…


…knitting! Aw yeah! KNITTING.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…no wait. Quite a few Christmases ago (probably more than I would care to admit if I could remember), my Grams gave me a “learn to knit kit”. Thanks, Grams! Like many things, it was eventually lost within the depths of the black hole that is my closet. (I mean, was my closet. It’s looking a bit nicer now.) But then a few days ago I reached a stash of wonderful things, and this was among them. And it’s pretty great! I’m an awful knitter, as you’ll probably soon see, but I’m trying. Scarves will happen. Things that look vaguely like socks and hats will probably most definitely happen. But mostly, a lot of this will be going on:


If you’re not a knitter, that’s what it looks like when you rip out the stitches of a truly god awful monstrosity that has no name or shape. There was about 5 hours of this and the basic knit-stitch before I came up with something workable. Let’s not even talk about trying any fancy stitches right now. Purrling? HAH. I’ll be lucky if I can bind off the end of my current misshapen wormy to keep it from unraveling.

I told you, I’m an awful knitter. Here’s a cat instead.