Well, it's official. I've had one figurative toe in the door of the knit/craft blogging world for long enough... time for the whole foot.
What's also official is that I've gotten seriously soft. I used to fly home from Minnesota at Thanskgiving and find the 45 degree weather positively balmy. Two years ago I laughed at the Portlanders who broke out -- and I am not joking -- parkas, scarves, mittens, hats, and boots before the lows even hit freezing. This morning, however, as I scraped ice from my car at 6 am (I'll get to that...) I was quite certain that I had never witnessed 20 below. Such a thing is impossible, unsurvivable. It has to be, if the wee-est frost has me so miserable.
My second discovery of the morning was that knitting with knitted gloves on, fingerless though they may be, significantly affects my gauge. I nicked The Lady's fetchings this morning (no, you can't see them, they're embarassingly pilly), because of the aforementioned "cold snap" and because I'm going to be hitting the pavement for Kulongoski and the dems tonight and expect the return of the kind of cold that makes managing a clipboard rather comical. That's also why I went to work so obscenely early, so I can leave early and go play Good Citizen.
Long story short, I knit so much tighter with these puppies on. The frictional coefficient of yarn on yarn (in this case, KP Gloss on KP Wool of the Andes) is clearly higher than that of yarn on skin. I decided that I didn't care because the leaf lace shawl is nearing completion and I refuse to look back and it's going to be blocked pretty heavily anyway, right?
That picture is just a leeetle bit outdated, but it's really exactly the same. Just bigger. I love this pattern and yarn and everything else about it but I'm starting to get bored. I'm so ready to block.
