The Never Ending Knit
This is it. The Corona Camisol. It’s meant to be loose fitted, but I think the model in the picture is pinning all the loose swaths of stockinette back with her elbow or something, because when I made it, following the pattern and gauge exactly, it looked like I was wearing a pretty colored trash bag with a hole cut in it for my head. Not to say the details weren’t cute, but blur your eyes and it was an aqua trash sack fit.
But, I have been sick and at home all day anyway the last few days, so I decided to rip it out and make the xs size, but wish I had increased less than recommended. If it fails, I won’t feel as though I have because one of my goals, along with my efforts to use up all of my hoarded yarn, is to knit all of those dog-eared patterns I’ve been hanging onto for years. This was one of them.
So, for that reason I am happy to try it, no matter what the outcome. That’s a good thing because, as one Raveler, put it “This is the most mindless piece of knitting ever.”
Let the knitting ritual begin:
All I need is my couch,
(day 145)
My knitting stuff,
(day 140)
iced coffee,
my buddies,
(day 129)
and I’m set.
(day 144)
I think the animals like these marathon knitting sessions.
Love the pic of the "knitting needles" (is that what they are called?)!! Love, love, love the animals =D
Gotta run.
Thanks Stacey! Yes, you're right, they are needles. Those animals are like art class models: they just drape themselves all over the place for long periods of time, waiting to be photographed 🙂