Whew, a big marathon of secret knitting is over, and I finally have time for other things. I'm late to the party with the Ravelympics, but I have been watching the Olympics nevertheless. I love the Olympics, it always gives me a sense of hope. Call me sappy, but I think there's something fundamentally admirable about people striving to do and be the best they can. Sure, I know there's sometimes bad stuff that happens during the Olympics, but overwhelmingly there is good stuff there.
I love to watch both the Summer and Winter Olympics, but I think the Winter games are my favorite because I am a Winter girl. I love cold weather and I grew up doing a lot of skiing as a kid. My dad was a big fan of skiing and we spent every winter escaping hot, dusty Los Angeles, for the bracing chill of the ski slopes, the quiet swoosh of skis through powder and the sweet squeaky crunch of dry new snow under your boots. I learned to ski when I was 3, and never missed a year until I was an adult. When I was a teenager I had dreams of ski racing, but unfortunately I wasn't really close enough to snow on a regular basis to actually learn to race. So the Winter games are a vicarious thrill for this snow-loving gal. Watching them ski the downhill I almost feel myself in their boots, my legs aching and holding on for dear life around the turns. It's a thrill! When I grew up I spent a short time on the volunteer ski patrol in the local mountains of Calif. But life got in the way and now I haven't skied in a long time - it's very expensive - something you don't really think about when you're a kid.
The other thing I love about the Olympics is that I watch the craziest sports that I never see except when the Olympics happens. Skiing and shooting? who thought that one up? And that short track speed skating, that just looks crazy to me. And shooting down a hill headfirst on a skeleton sled, makes my heart pound just watching it. Of course I love the ice skating, my dad used to take us to the rink twice a week when I was little. He was an ice dancer and he could make you feel like you were floating when you skated with him. I always wanted one of those cute short skating dresses, but I never got one, just my own blue jeans and turtleneck sweaters. Unlike skiing, I was never really good at skating.
And while I'm watching all this, I am knitting, because, although I'm a little too old and ahem, fluffy, to be a skiing Olympian, I can be, and am, a knitting Olympian! My first Olympic events have been secret, but I'm happy to say I think I earned a medal with them. I'm ready to cast on the next one - a pair of socks for me! I think I deserve a pair of my own socks once in a while. So I've decided to knit the Changeling pattern from The Enchanted Sole
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I started off my Olympic warmup for this event with a marathon stash dive. It seems, ahem, that I have accumulated quite a bit of yarn in my day! I got a bit sidetracked clearing out some yarns I'll never have time to get to and bagging them up to take to my local knitting group on Monday night. I hope they like knitting socks!
I wanted a nice cushy yarn that was in a light enough color to show the cables nicely. I finally settled on a lovely naturally dyed green from A Verb for Keeping Warm. This color is called "The French Monk's Finest" and the yarn is a superwash merino called "Creating". I think I purchased this yarn at SOAR this year, but I can't always keep my yarn purchasing straight.
Nope, that is not a miniature bikini top below, those are two completed
toes, just waiting for some ice skating to come on TV. And yes, I do
have a very cute ladybug mouse that Mr. Bonnet bought for me one
valentine's day long ago.
I'm going for another medal!
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