Full of fail

1.) I went online to post some things, and ended up completely caught up in Ravelry.

2.) I knitted a sweater a while back (now finished) and had to knit an entire sleeve a second time for reasons related to gauge (see photo).

(Not obvious enough? Try comparing the apparent relative size of the circular part of the pattern. Still no? Fine! The ribbing, let me show you it)

(Both sleeves are knit with the same needles. Promise. Same number of rows, also. Y'know, for that professional "I can follow a pattern" look.)

3.) I worked diligently on a lovely purple sock, only to discover after my fun-filled family vacation that I was supposed to knit into the back of all knit stitches. Perfectionism demanded that I frog back to the un-scrogged parts. (In order retain some of the awesome star trek goodness, I surmised that completely frogging the sock was counterproductive, and kept as much of the original intact as possible.)

3.5.) Then, today, upon my trip to a coffee shop to pass along some workflow to a cohort, I discovered that I have left the sock (now reduced to ribbing and half of a pattern working, when I had completed the HEEL TURN before discovering my pattern misap) at work. I am considering fetching it, but am forcing myself to face the literal reality that I need the gas more than I need that sock to be with me. Here, now, tonight. I could always cast on a lacy scarf or something.

Abillion.) Oh yeah! Fail number abillion! Eldest brother, K, has giant feet. I, however, wanted to knit some socks for his birthday worthy of his victorian-era christmas letter. Unfortunately, my brain does not equivocate big feet with pattern scale, so I have ambitiously chosen Eunny Jang's Bayeriche. Which does not look like it will fit onto giant feet. I will have to, therefore, alter the pattern signifigantly in order to ensure even the possiblity of wearability.

And more words that end in -y.

Damn.

Start-itis sounds much better than Starti-itosis

So I finished my fair isle sweater, down to the lack of blocking (which I will consider doing only after soaking a handful of the trimmings into both hot and cold water, and then eyeballing to ensure I can still pick out "white" from the group). And my Francis Revisited is truly, TRULY chugging along due to the huge gauge.
And the huge needles I required to get gauge.
And the constant remeasuring really wants bigger needles, but I have my limits. I get nervous the farther away from the original designer's needle size I get. It's like walking down parallel hallways. Everyone else took that hallway, but I have to go on this one, and I can't see to judge if I'm getting close to where they ended up or just headed straight to the boiler room door.

But now I have to decide what to knit for Smiles [K]! It has to be portable, for maximum sister time, and it has to be awesomely absorbing, or I'll lose interest hundreds of miles from my stash of other yarn. And it should also be...simple? So I can take a few brain cells away from holding the plane aloft during the flight to knit it without puking on the passenger next to me.

(Why did you think planes stayed in the air? Physics? No! People like me who use the entirety of their brain power to keep the plane in the air!)

I'm thinking of using the time to knit Krefto's socks. In a manly grey. With limited design? I'll ask what he'd like before I start, if I remember.