Mishaps and Funnies

Since I have just been plugging away at my current WIPs and life has been fairly uneventful, I thought I'd share a few of my knitting mishaps.

My Biggest Mishap



This sweater was intended for my oldest step son, Mike. I substituted yarn by actually knitting this double stranded which by "my math" should have worked. I kept thinking it seemed big but when I would measure it, it seemed okay. I should have followed my gut instead of completing it and doing all the finishing work.

Being fearful that it might be to big, I had his younger brother Nate try it on. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I saw how it swallowed this 6'ish about 240 lb boy. Nate had fun posting this on his My Space calling it the Subway Diet sweater.

I have yet to knit Mike another sweater. I finally have unraveled the whole sweater, splitting it back until single strands and rewinding it.

My Ugliest Mishap

Somewhere along my knitting journey, I have discovered that I am not a novelty yarn kinda girl. But before I came to this realization, I started this which began as a prayer shawl. I had seen this yarn at Hobby Lobby and had to have it. It was silky and fuzzy and soft and in the skein the colors looked great. But as I knit it the colors didn't seem to go so well together.

I also realized that I would never be caught dead wearing this blob. It lived in my UFO cubby for a long, long time. I finally decided that I needed to do something with it. I thought about whether it could be made back into yarn and made into something better. But after much thought I decided to just finish knitting it.

Once finished, it wasn't long enough for a shawl and not big enough for a throw. I really didn't know what to do with it. The next day my problem was solved by a four year old child who thought that it was so soft and beautiful and would make the greatest Rapunzel hair. My knitted "hair" now permanently lives in the dress up box. I am hoping soon I will forget how much time and cost was involved.

Ballwinder Mishap

I finally broke down and spent the money to order a ballwinder after winding 440 yards of lace weight by hand. I quickly became a winding fool trying to organize my stash. Then I got this brilliant idea that I could wind a current ball of yarn from a WIP into a center pull ball.

To do this I had to get the yarn attached to my project out of the way and thought putting it around my shoulders would work nicely. It didn't quite work the way I thought and I quickly learned the limitations of my ballwinder.



It probably won't surprise you that I gained respect for a drill press on my 12th birthday much the same way except it didn't stop winding until I had a nice bald spot. You would have thought I would have learned.


And a Funnie as promised

Day 1: Lyssie Lou (4 yr old girl whose name has been changed for FUN) says as petting cat, "she is soft .... like YARN."
Day 2: Lyssie Lou says after petting cat with a look of revelation on her face, "I know what cats are made out of .... YARN!"

I love this child, she might not be mine but I have sure rubbed off on her over the last four years.

This is an excellent example of why I love to spend my days with children .... they make me laugh and I can act like a complete nut with them and they just call me Funny Angie and laugh.
How many jobs are out there where you get to hug and kiss on the clients, play and act goofy and they actually pay you for it. I think that I have the best job in town .... you may have to remind me of this when I am doing my taxes.