I have never knitted in a group before last night. Sure, on occasion I’ve knitted with one other person, but group action was something that wasn’t part of my knitting repartoire.

Until last night…

I had an informal gathering at my house of a female (yes, it’s true) friend and Darrel (a charming lad with a fine taste in music and ginger). After an hour or two of toiling over squash, lentils and rice, we enjoyed a delicious curried stew. But who cares about food?

Knitting together was fun. As I faced having to un-knit a few rounds of my mittenette (like recipes, it behooves one to carefully read a pattern and not assume a thing!), it was great to have company around for their moral support. As always, unravelling was a learning experience, so I feel I’m understanding shaping better, as well as the pattern.

It was three times the usual joy of knitting as I got to watch the progress of not just mine, but two other projects. I look forward to an even bigger future group knits.

Tonight it’s back to solo knitting, as the boyfriend falls asleep in front of the TV. One mittenette will be completed, barring any tragedies. I may even be able to start its partner!

Forgive the text-only entry, I will post images of my new scarf. It was finished last Tuesday night as I watched the election returns. I try to comfort myself by thinking that as I was weaving in the ends (it’s a striped scarf), that I was weaving hope for the future. The thing looks great, and will keep my neck and soul plenty warm for the next four years.

On my way to work, I found a new use for red traffic lights. [Kids, don’t try this at home. What follows is completely reckless and should not be condoned.] I’ve started my first sweater and after casting on 189 freaking stitches, not to mention hours spent gaining only an inch in rows, I realize this thing is gonna take a  L O N G  time. In order to avoid freeway traffic to cross over the Bay Bridge, I wind my way through San Francisco to get on on 8th Street.

There are many traffic signals between my home and there, so when safely stopped and no longer moving, I reach over to my passenger seat and grab my knitting bag and knit a few. Every stitch counts, no? I, of course, am very careful not to start a stitch that I can’t finish, so as not to hold up traffic. And, I would never dream of knitting while driving, unless it’s me in the passenger seat. It certainly has changed my attitude to car congestion and I look forward to delays. It’s a little, blissful, knitting gift from the Universe.

As if I didn’t fetishize taking public transporation enough already… think of the knitting that could get done. I’d probably miss my stop just in order to get another row done.

darn it, I just lost my first entry. chock-full of witticism, it was. here’s the truncated synopsis:

I’m a new knitter, just started a scant month ago. my dear friend Betsy taught me.

I’m three hats and one scarf (that needs its ends woven in) down. I’ve just started swatches for a sweater.

Here are the fruits of my labor thus far. Size 13 circular needles, CO 48, *K3, P1, repeat to desired length, then stitch up the top. Yarn used: Iceland (100% wool) and Fizz (sorry, K.C.)

the one I wear, kitty-ear style.

my man’s, a different orientation, Fizz-free.

my synchronized swiming partner, 1/2 and 1/2.

More photos and projects to follow. Looking forward to the next knitting assembly.

Thanks, D, for creating this. Our revolution will not be woven.