I caught an episode of Knitty Gritty with Cat Bordi demonstrating her magical moebius cast-on. I recorded it. I watched it three times in a row. I was transfixed. I dreamed about it. I couldn't wait for my order of Hand Maiden cashmere to arrive (that's it in the picture--the color is Nova Scotia) so I got some Classic Elite Miracle (alpaca and tencel blend) at my LYS. (I'm still tickled PINK that I actually have a LYS!!!! That's a Local Yarn Shop, Shirlene.) and I whipped out a loopy, sloppy moebius. I can't stand to have anyone look at it, so I haven't taken a picture of it. Blech. Fortunately, I'm more at ease on this second one and my knitting is much tidier. This lovely Nova Scotia is for my mother for Christmas. I am loving every minute of it. I've never knit cashmere before--blends, yes, but never the straight stuff. It almost defies description. It's like stroking baby skin. Ahhhh.
Does it say something about my personality that when I'm uneasy about a knitting technique that my tension gets looser rather than tighter? Hmmm. Shake it off, Val. This is not the time for excessive introspection. Finish up and go to bed.
