Afghan Accountability Pix 2

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What it says on the tin, plus a Pothos Pole Project picture and some whining about doing stuff for my mother.



While in Harrisburg for Farm Show, I visited my mom, who handed over like six or eight small skeins of reclaimed silk yarn. (I hate knitting with nonstretchy bast fibers like linen, cotton, and silk, but I do it sometimes because failure to learn from prior experience is a hallmark personality trait of mine at this point.) These were skeins my mom got as a present from one of her friends who doesn't understand that my mom is never going to knit with skinny yarn. I am to make "a scarf" out of at least some of this skinny silk yarn so that mom can wear it in front of the friend or whatever.

So I got that underway. Mom doesn't often ask me for stupid projects but it happens sometimes and this is one of the times. It is a far less involved project than some of the ones I get suckered into doing, so... OK?

The last project I despised was The Heirloom Doily. (Mom got me a book of string crochet patterns and some string and some teeny crochet hooks and said "I like the picture on the cover, make me that one and then I will have an heirloom doily that I can pass down to you when I die." As you might reasonably expect, I was less than thrilled about that whole thing. (There are a series of very whiny but flocked blog posts about the heirloom doily project buried in the archives. Here's one of them, if you have the ability to read flocked posts. I used to be a lot funnier.)

Shitty xmas gift.
Very high-handed expectations.
Complete lack of understanding about how heirlooms WORK. If you know me at all, you have spotted that the last one was what pissed me off the most.

But, because I am, in my own way, a dutiful daughter, I made the fucking doily and I had it framed. While I was at my mom's house (having unexpectedly received this reclaimed silk yarn) I snapped a picture of the heirloom doily so that I could then produce this whiny-ass bitch of a blog post about my relationship with my mother. And here it is:



This time it's going to be a scarf. I've been through a couple of drafts (process knitter) of scarf with various patterns and needle sizes and so forth and I've gotten to where I am "This project is going to be television knitting, Onward Atheist Combatants!" Pics will follow at a later time.

I took a picture of the pothos which does seem to be "sizing up" its leaves as it climbs. (I also bought it its own personal fancy expensive lightbulb so that it would have an artificial sun to climb towards.)



And I did some spinning, this is the second spool of white single:



There will be plying this weekend, super exciting! And I have to round up my pvc niddy-noddy and stuff.

And I did some knitting. I got tired of House once Amber died (spoiler, I guess?) so now it's Weeds for knitting TV.

This is square #2, in progress.