This is just to say that I went to 3 craft-type stores that all purportedly sold beads (okay, some of them actually sold some some beads but that is not the point of this story) along with two knitting stores that were just in the neighborhood (and I only bought yarn at one of them!  go me!) and was unable to find 8/0 or 6/0 or really ANYTHING USEFUL at any of these locations.  Brooklyn, you have failed to meet my crafting needs!  How could you?

Here is basically what I did:

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For some reason all of my tediously-placed lines have decided to become a triangle instead of staying put on the roads, but imagine that rather than traveling as the crow flies, I instead walked to all of those waypoints in a vaguely sensible manner, overshooting to the north on Smith Street because the street fair was amusing me but also with several stops to attempt to deal with the completely ludicrous heat and humidity in various ways (more successful techniques involved taking off my overshirt, braiding my hair and tying it with a bit of yarn, and breaking down and buying a hair thing with a hippo on it from a stall which I actually like quite a lot).  I found a new yarn store (only 6 months old!) and it seems like a charming little place with a built-in wine/coffee bar (La Casita, for the record). There I was tempted mightily with lovely yarn that IS lace (mind-blowing) but is not yet available, so I left my email so I can go snatch something up and make something aggressively girly and ruffled with it, and then try to figure out how to wear such a thing.  One thing I’d really like to do is have a yarn crawl through Brooklyn before I leave town, maybe loading my car full of knitters if the subways don’t cooperate.

But the point of this post has not been reached! (Oh dear, writing notes in charts has thoroughly ingrained a habit of writing passively. “The patient has been put on mood stabilizers.” “Group and individual therapy have been encouraged.” This is because I can’t quite bring myself to refer to myself as “the writer” in notes, which seems to be in vogue among the staff in the rotation I just finished. Guess what setting that was!) Anyway, what I sat down to write is an extensive diatribe on how I was unable to get seed beads. But, well, I actually had a rather grand time not getting seed beads. And, well, I’ve still got the Internet. It’s right here. And it’s FULL OF BEADS!

(Also note how I cleverly didn’t mention all the yarn I bought at Brooklyn General. This way no one can chastise me for buying too much yarn.)

Koigu KPM in several colors

So as my prevous post hinted, I’ve been working on a giant granny square.  I picked up this project from Joelle’s Giant Granny Square at The Purl Bee; I used their Granny Square Tutorial and Crochet Basics Tutorial to figure out to do it (with generous help from a lovely friend who works at Purl Soho, actually delivered the yarn when I needed it and some cheering up, and is generally awesome).  I’m using Koigu Premium Merino (link to Purl) a.k.a. KPM (link to Ravelry).  Having gotten some link soup out of the way, it’s time to talk about how awesome and exciting this project is.

More of Koigu KPM

First of all, it’s my first successful atttempt at learning to crochet!  I bought a book a while back and attempted to learn at Jewish supplementary summer camp even longer ago (I believe I made most of a yarmulke before getting to a part where I was supposed to use a contrasting color to spell out a name or the like and proceeded to get bored and give up) but I never managed to get quite interested enough to keep up with it.  The endless color palate of KPM and the soothing, repetitive nature of this project called to me, so I asked the aformentioned friend if she could possibly pick out a cheerful palate for me and the results were stunning. (See above pictures for how enthralled I was and am!)

3 granny square rounds

It was just a baby...

Several more rounds of granny square

You might note that it's over some schoolwork. Yeah, that's how I roll.

Of course, the first batch was not nearly enough for the full splendor one of these giant squares, and I had to return to the store for more.  It’s a special, giddy kind of fun to line up all the colors I have already and all of the colors I’m considering and sort them out to different spots and and find that perfect progression that just satisfied my color sense in exactly the right way.  It’s a different, slower type of enjoyment to see the colors layering onto each other as I crochet them on.

Koigu KPM in many colors plus my granny square at the time.

"...and you're ALL coming home with me!"

(I may have picked two more.  Um.  And I’m waiting on purples to be stocked.)

Another angle of the Koigu KPM.

I just had to get one of those blog-classic low angle faux-photographer shots. The colors told me to.

I also had what may be a first on this project; I didn’t like the way a color order was coming out so I just ripped an entire round and started over.  I didn’t have one of those emotional “THIS PROJECT IS CRAP I GIVE UP LET’S THROW IT INTO A CORNER SHALL WE” moments or anything like that.  I just pulled it out, wound it up nicely, and took some pictures to comemorate the moment.  Then I crocheted the next round.

Granny square with rewound pink color that just wasn't working there.

I thought repeating that pink would work for the next round, but the number of pinkish rounds was just too much for that spot. Off it came!

I’m starting to feel like I’m perhaps compelled to type out this much content becuase I feel awkward about putting in too many pictures without some intermediate filler.  Well, um, phooey to that.  This is a pictures post.  So there.  And if you suspect that maybe I had a little too much fun with iPhoto, well, phooey to that, too.   There’s no such thing as too much fun editing photos.  So there.

Granny square folded up into a triangle

Folded up into quarters. Looks almost edible?

A "process shot" of the granny square on my couch.

Mmm, orange rounds.

I feel a bit like a real Olympian this week: I’ve been doing emergency medicine while I have a cold at all sorts of crazy hours of the night and trying to get my knitting done while i’m at it. It’s going really, really, surprisingly well so far, but I’m about to go into a bit of a marathon in which I’m going to be on rotation from 3pm-11pm tonight, home from about midnight to 7 AM, off to lectures tomorrow morning, free from 11 AM until 3 PM (home? nap/secret knitting in the library?), and then another 3pm-11 pm shift. It’s not really that many hours of working (19 hours over the course of two days) but the timing makes it impossible to get enough sleep and leaves me with an awkward gap in the middle of the day tomorrow.

WELL, there’s no reason I shouldn’t go into this with an Olympian spirit: I can do this and I can enjoy it and learn from it. I can take a power nap to gain more from my lecture, as recently reported all over the news in a link I don’t have time to add. I can bring my knitting for those awkward gaps or come home and take a short nap if I really need it. And the hard part of the schedule will be over in less than 36 hours, anyway, and I’ll have some time to catch up on sleep, then. And I’ll blog in the spare moments that I should be packing up for school and eating something, too.

That’s right, guys, I’m participating in the Knitting Olympics. Tonight, David and I watched the open ceremonies as I cast on 555 stitches for his Cerus scarf (I’m scaling up the length a bit and compensating for finer yarn) and knit the first row.

Knitting a scarf lengthwise is weird, guys. finishing each row is an epic challenge. The scarf I just completed was done with bulky yarn and despite the ends-weaving-in nightmare, went very quickly.

the apparently miniscule amount of work I completed on the Cerus scarf tonight

555 stitches cast on plus one row = 1110 stitches. Where did they go? (Also, apologies for the webcam shot. It's not take-out-the-camera o'clock.)

So it’s official: I’m crazy. I’m going to be working all sorts of hours this upcoming week, I have one day fully off out of 7, the next weeks are no better… and I’m going to try to put thousands upon thousands of stitches into a fancy scarf for my boyfriend (perhaps I tempt fate, but it’s not a sweater).

I think that this is what the Knitting Olympics is really about.  It’s about pushing your limits in knitting and setting a challenge that really maybe shouldn’t be reachable, but showing that knitting is actually important enough to make it work.  (What?  Don’t look at me like that.  I am so very much not watching Project Runway as I type this post.  That would be silly.)

This is going to happen, though, everyone.  There’s no reason I can’t knit while studying.  I spent a stupid amount of money on a set of board review videos that I haven’t really used and should start using.  I can bribe myself with knitting to sit through watching them (or listening to them, since the set came with MP3s of all of the videos).  Getting “just one more row” done will be a lot more productive than usual, given the crazy length of the rows.  I’ll spend less time fiddling around on the internet and more time knitting and blogging about it and being resinspired to knit and blogging some more.  (Oh readership, your RSS feeds might light on fire.)  I might run out of yarn.  I’ll get more yarn.  I’m going to earn that gold medal.

  • Today I ran out of my building with a finished-but-not-blocked (and questionably needing it) scarf to give to my mom before she pulled away to her trip to Boston.  It’s cold there.  She said she wants to block it herself earlier this week.  I thought she might want it before her trip, anyway, since it’s cold there.  (At least in my mind.  It’s North!  North places are cold!)
  • I signed up for the Knitting Olympics.  Um.  Oh no.
  • Seriously I am going to use it as motivational for knitting David’s massively overdue scarf.  It should be possible…marginally.  If nothing goes wrong.  If my rotation isn’t as bad as I fear.  Um.  If.  So I think I get the spirit of the thing?
  • I am so tired you guys.  I couldn’t sleep well, I had an exam earlier today, it was extremely nerve-wracking and I’ve got other things on my mind and I got stuck (for about 90 seconds) in an elevator twice today and I almost passed out having my blood drawn because I was fasting and the NP who was drawing blood was not really doing a stellar job and kept fishing.
  • My goals for today include napping, waking up, watching the beginning of the Olympics, and casting on a scarf.  I’m thinking of doing the latter part of my plan in the neighborhood bar, if they’re showing it.  Yeah, that’s right guys, I lead a life of adventure and intrigue.

I brought my knitting with me to school.  I brought my knitting to school in a hopital. Yeah, that’s right (um, bitches?  I’m supposed to say “bitches,” here, I think?), I’m on rotation and I am going to freaking find some time to knit, already.

I’ll try to snap some iPhone shots of myself hiding in the library with my knitting later.  Yes, that is my plan.  Me, medical library, knitting, and possibly a library-approved drinking container of coffee.  I am a wild woman.

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