Crawling Out

Due to the generosity of a dear friend, I was able to get my invite to Ravelry a couple of months ago. Now, I have an invite of my own and I'd love to pass it on to someone who could use it. Anyone ready? Let me know.

Until I hear from you, let me tell you that I am slowly crawling out of my knitting funk. The Fences Blanket is making progress and I haven't made any more mistakes. But more importantly, the weather has turned much colder in the mornings and evenings and I am wearing my knitted items and receiving compliments, always gratifying.

In addition, I've gone back on my diet and am making progress again.

These pictures are from a trip in July. I only include them here because they make me smile. And that's a good thing. The water in Pinecrest lake is cold, as #4 here is delighted to show. Then my own hunky DH is hamming up the hero pose for me. This is love.

I Can't Knit Nothin' Right!

I can't seem to be able to do any knitting worth finishing right now. This post will be short, but anything but sweet (I've been waiting to post until I have something nice to say and I've given up).
To start with, River Rocks socks are just simply too big. I ignored the largish size for awhile, but it's clear, now that I've almost finished. So I stopped it 2 weeks ago. Now it just sits. UFO. Then my beloved Mrs. Greenjeans was looking soooo good, until I tried it on again. Too loose up top and too tight around hips. I'll have to frog the whole thing? Maybe just the bottom? No, whole thing. Then my Fences blanket is going beautifully, if you forget the fact that I've mis-counted twice and had to take three rows out twice. Three rows of 199 stitches with yarn that likes to untwist if you encourage it at all. Now don't get me wrong...it is the best yarn for this purpose. I really like the yarn, Berrocco Comfort, for this project. It is machine washable and dryable. It is soft and squishy. But I am an idiot. I can't count to three consistently.

I think I am in a funk. Oh, and now I am not sure I like Lady Eleanor being so wide. I wanted a stole, not a blanket. Umph.

Sorry no pictures. I can't bear it.