Last Friday, the start of the socks that will kill me in Sock Wars V paid me a visit. They’re off to the States now, but I have a bit of breathing time… just enough time to start another speed knitting contest.
This time it’s the knitting olympics. Pick a project that will be a stretch to complete during the Olympics, cast on during the opening ceremony and start knitting.
I picked the wrap dress from knit so fine. A dress knit in fingering weight yarn.
Yes, I’m crazy.
A friend has recently obtained a knitting machine and I asked her if I could use it to do the miles of stockinette. She said yes, so I’ve been visiting her house to do the knitting of the large panels.
I thought I was off to a great start the night of the opening ceremonies, only to find that I’d missed a second set of increases, totaling 48 stitches. That meant the skirt would be a hobble skirt! Then I found a second error and that I was doing the increases in a way that made large holes in the selvedges of the panel. It got ripped and I restarted. Try two was better, but still not 100%, so yesterday (day 5 of 17!) I finally got the largest panel done. I have 8 panels to do, 2 of which need hand manipulation after completion, and a very long tie/collar to hand knit. Then the sewing – I’ll be sewing forever on this one.
We had a cast on party at my friend with the machine’s house. There are pictures…
Vaedri started a pair of knee socks with cables on the purl side to start. I hear they made it through security for a long flight, so hopefully they are getting worked on.
I cast on with the machine. I have a lot of red eye in the pictures from last friday. I swear I’m not a vampire.
L was scrounging to find the right needles as the National Anthem was butchered. TV screen shown to prove we didn’t start early.
Knitted Squirrel is doing socks (I think). I know they started with I-cord so we were having a discussion about that.
I didn’t end up with pictures of V or Knitted Piper. I don’t know what happened there.
I do know that Tiger had the best seat in the house.
I swear he’s smiling.
