Knew-moan-ya

…or pneumonia.  Pick the spelling that works for you.

I thought by Friday afternoon I had kicked this nastiness to the curb only to have it come back during the night with a vengeance.  I don’t know how Mr. Aitch slept so soundly with my tossing, turning and coughing all night.

When he woke up (and I was semi-conscious) Saturday morning, I asked him to call the urgent care clinic to get me an appointment ASAP.

Pneumonia.

I was so sick yesterday that I could not open my eyes.  Too sick to knit though I can do that with my eyes closed but not follow a pattern and count rows with decreases.

I feel a bit better today.  I can open my eyes and count.  Finished the back of the sweater I’m working on and just started the fronts. My aunt told me many years ago to try to knit the fronts or at least the sleeves at the same time so the row count and tension would be the same.  Smart woman.

Papaya Cardi

The color is not quite this bright.

I had to get out my Knitter’s Companion to figure out how to do the sloped bind-off to avoid the stair-step edge.  Just like the kitchener stitch, I have to look it up every time.

Mr. Aitch has dinner in the oven and the roast beef is starting to smell really good.

Writing this post has worn me out.  Time to rest.

Hoarse

My new BFF

 

It started with a tickle in my throat on Tuesday.  Wednesday it was scratchy.  Thursday my voice started to go.  Today this nastiness has worked its way up into my sinuses and down into my chest.

When I was a kid, my mom would apply some menthol-based ointment to our chest and throat when we had these symptoms.  Then she’d wrap a piece of wool or wool sock around our neck to keep it warm.  I don’t remember if it worked but it felt good.  Maybe I should knit myself a neckwarmer and try this again.

One of my goals this month is to make a new straight knitting needle roll.  I need a piece of canvas or cotton duck for the outside of the roll and of course, I don’t have anything sturdy enough for my liking.  I was going to stop at Jo-Ann Fabric on my way home from work yesterday to buy some fabric.  It’s even on sale!  It’s always nice when one needs something and it’s on sale.  My head was pounding and I felt horrible so I just went home.

And knit.

Maybe I’ll feel better this evening and shop for some fabric.

Spit join

Well, actually I dipped the yarn in my glass of water but “spit join” sounded more fun.

To clarify: I did my first felted wool yarn join in the middle of a row.  You can check out the process (if you don’t know how to do it) here.

I’m well into the back of my current sweater and tried to reach the end of the row before I ran out of yarn.  Didn’t happen.  So I tried this felted join technique.  Forgive my rambling on about this magical process.  My wool projects are usually small and I either don’t have to change balls of yarn or I change yarn at the end of a row.  Plus I am deathly afraid to use anything besides superwash wool as I might accidentally felt something beyond recognition.

I am loving Knit Picks Wool of the Andes yarn.  It feels good.  It looks good.  And does the magical felted join with ease.

Head start

I got a head start on my sweater yesterday while sitting at the doctor’s office with Mr. Aitch.  He wasn’t able to drive himself to the appointment so I chauffeured him and got in some knitting time.

I had a picture of my progress but the color is WAY off so this will be a picture-less post.