I'm leaving for the Madrona Winter Retreat tonight, which means packing, and more packing. And listmaking, and more packing. I could invade another country with fewer supplies than it takes to teach a knitting class. Bizarrely, I realized in the midst of my preparations that I have no knitting to take with me. I worked so hard to have all my projects buttoned up before Madrona that I actually did it, which means there's no knitting to do. Cue panicky fainting spell.
The Scotties had to revive me by first pushing loud-smelling bacon-flavored treats under my nose, then noisily crunching them.
Once restored, I did a stash-dive, which reminded me that I've been meaning to spend some quality time with this:
Blue Moon Fiber Arts Socks That Rock Heavyweight, in "Vancouver Violet". It's been earmarked for a short springtime something-or-other ever since I got it, and I think it's finally time.
I picked this to make with it:
"Miette", by Andi Satterlund (CLICK HERE). It's got a lot of qualities I don't usually get to play with, such as:
1. Someone else's pattern (you mean I don't have to do all the math? YAY!)
2. Worked top-down
3. Heavier gauge than I usually work in
4. 3/4 sleeves
5. Bust darts. I think I've made bust darts before, but I can't remember when, so it must be time for a refresher.
6. Someone else's pattern (I know; it's worth saying again), so I can work on it while talking to other people, riding in a car, or otherwise using other parts of my brain to do things besides Sweater Math. Or as is more accurately my experience; Wrong Sweater Math. Pretty excited about it.
Now, as I launch into the whirlwind (or more accurately, Force of Nature) that is the Madrona Winter Retreat, I am fortified by the knowledge that no matter what else happens, at least I have something to knit.
Amazing how the timely administration of medicinal knitting can help get one off the ground.