Last week contained minimal subway knitting, and did I ever miss it. I futzed around with a swatch of some wonderful novelty cotton (it's nubly, but hardly what I would term a novelty yarn). You might remember that I was trying to knit a summer sun hat. One version failed, and then I tried it again.
This project has failed completely.
The yarn is too limp to take the shape that I want the hat to have. Remember this? My second version looked no different, despite a fundamental design change. So, do you know what happened? To the frog pond it went. I can buy myself a sun hat--there's a hat shop near my office--I don't have to knit it.
Still, I like this yarn. It's simply wrong for what I want it to do, and I'm just not sure what will become of the 400 yards of it that I own. Could it be a stockinette tank? That seems so "eh" to me this year. Is anyone interested? Let me know. Maybe we can arrange for a swap.
Meanwhile, this left me room to pick up the Shetland Stole. I reattached my needle, wound up Melissa's yarn, and was ready to go.
Oh lace feels so good. So, so, so good. I'm back, baby!