Sunny mornin' at home

It's bloomin' beautiful around here today: the yard is bright and warm (why oh why, then, am I here at the computer?) and sunlight is flooding the kitchen. The WIP you see there on the table is #2 of Delia's wristwarmer pattern (I shortened it a bit: did three instead of four repeats of the cable, and only four rows of ribbing--I diggit.) This is the second pair of these I make, and every bit as much fun as the first. I guess this is a good time to tell the sad tale of the first pair. I was knitting on the bus on my way to work, eager to knit every stitch I could before getting off (this was that blissful time before the whole Jaywalker thing went south) and flew out the doors at the very last moment before the bus rolled away from my stop and--you guessed it--left my handmade babies on the bus, which I didn't realize til later. I wasn't too concerned at first, since I've once left an umbrella on the bus (in very similar circumstances) and it toured around town all day and was waiting for me on the bus as I was riding home. I figured I'd get the wrist warmers back by then end of the day. Not so. They were gone, and two days of calls to the lost & found yielded zip. I hope they're keeping someone warm. Leaving handknits behind may be the only way this selfish, only-child knitter ever knits something for someone else.

And where, you might wonder, is the first blue wrist warmer? Glad you asked! Here it be, with the finished capelet.
I tried to do a hoody-type thing with the capelet. Capelet doesn't want a hood. The lesson here is that trying on a handknit while still on the needles will give you a very skewed idea of said handknit's dimension (you'll tell me that's bloody obvious and I would agree, but I only seem to learn things by doing them wrong the first time.) So when I cast off I realized that what I had wasn't a snug collar but a wide shoulder-hugging boatneck deal, at which point I didn't exactly relish more ripping & more math. You wanna be that way? Fine, be a hoodless capelet. (All the more reason for me to make Greta at a later date...though the ones in the book look much better than that long gray business, but it gives you an idea. BTW, do get that book.)

Not sure what's next for Mockingbird's needles. I might attempt the socks again--Broadripple this time--or cast on for a minisweater with some black and cream cotton I have (this striped version inspired me... oooh, pretty.) My list of summer knits is growing alarmingly: Somewhat Cowl, and Orangina in black for my SIL's wedding (I picture it with a short row of fat black pearls and a knee-lenght black circle skirt.)

I know other people have already kvetched about the knitting on Grey's Anatomy this weekend. Sandra Oh's face expresses exactly how I feel about it. "Girl, what the f--- do you think you're doing with those huge needles?" Y'know, I bet that show pays big bucks to doctors and surgeons to assure accuracy with all the medical stuff. Is it too much to ask, to have had a knitting expert give advice? No frikkin' way did Izzy knit a whole sweater in a day and then wear it for three hours so it smelled like her before giving it to the recipient, all the while working rounds in the hospital. Who do they think they're kidding? Not me. Pshaw. And I was sooo excited when I saw previews. "Honey, there's gonna be knitting!" I chirped. I was so let down. For shame.

Folks--it's sunny out. I'm blowin' this taco stand!

(And yes, that means I'll probably go at least a whole hour without checking to see if the new Knitty is up.)