Double the Tosh, double the fun
What’s on the needles
Cowl, my own design, MadelineTosh Sport in Jade
Untitled cowl project: It has been way, way too long since I released a new design but yay! I’m finally working on one! I wrote up the pattern and started knitting this cowl back in October, but decided the yarn I was using wasn’t right. I knew right away that I wanted to reknit it using MadelineTosh Sport, but for some unknown reason I farted around for months and only bought the yarn in January.
This is my first time using MadelineTosh Sport, and I love it. Like, really love it. It’s definitely the same base as MadelineTosh Vintage, but at a lighter weight.
Shawl, my own design, MadelineTosh DK in Tart
Untitled shawl project: When it rains, it pours. This design project is not nearly as well thought out as the one above, and has already been partially knit, then ripped and reknit two times. And I’m not promising this go round is a keeper either. In fact, I’m seriously considering ripping it back and trying something new.
My only goal for this project was to create something simple, with gradually increasing bands of garter stitch, that would allow the yarn to shine. I don’t usually gravitate towards red, but this might be the most gorgeous red I’ve ever seen. It’s MadelineTosh DK in Tart, a color that deserves all the love it gets.
Thorn: no progress.
Guernsey Wrap: no progress.
Herbivore: no progress.
Socks for The Scientist: no progress.
What’s off the needles
With all the projects I’ve been casting on lately I seem to be going in the opposite direction.
When I wound the yarn for the shawl and the cowl I’m designing I also wound the yarn for my second attempt at Color Affection, hopefully with colors I’ll be happier with this time around.
The only reason I didn’t also cast it on was because I am trying to not cast on all the things, which for someone who used to be a very monogamous knitter is quite the change.
I am also whining to myself at how unfair it is that I’m not allowing myself to also cast on Lintilla. Do any of you remember the Shel Silverstein poem about Abigail, the little girl who died of a broken heart because her parents wouldn’t buy her a pony?
Yeah, that’s me right now, except instead of a pony it’s a green shawl, and unlike the pony this is actually a serious situation because startitis is a horribly affliction.