A few more notes from the road trip

There are a few details I forgot to mention yesterday.
After loading poor stubborn Goldie in the car (which we had bought half an hour earlier), we discovered that we needed gas.
The guy gassing up in the next line over kept trying to peek into the back of our car. Finally, he just had to ask Madman "Is that some kind of dog?"
Madman laughed and said, "Nope, she's a sheep." Now I would have been tempted to just leave it at that, and make the guy wonder (or ask.) Or I might have added "She just loves to ride in the car." But Madman took the higher road and explained that she was on her way to be bred.
I expect that guy is still shaking his head about the sheep in the back of the station wagon.

The "new" car is a Subaru wagon. We needed all-wheel drive (or I couldn't have gotten up the driveway for 6 months out of the year) and something big enough to haul stuff (like, for instance, sheep.) Though Madman got so excited that he'd found a car that we could afford to pay cash for, that he forgot to ask about the transmission.
Manual.
*sigh*
Last time I drove a manual was in 1970.

Goldie's Excellent Adventure

We'd had big plans for last Wednesday, which were cancelled due to snow. Today was the make-up day. (Of course, it snowed again last night and this morning. Go figure.)

Step one was loading Goldie in the car. I'd hoped to get some pics of that, but had my hands full wrangling gates and car doors while poor Madman had his hands full of crazed sheep. (You can't reason with sheep. That 'Fight or Flight' thing? They're pretty much all about the flight. The best you can do is hang on tight and try to steer.)
Finally:
"We're going where??"

"Well, why didn't you say so?"

Goldie's getting to visit an Old Flame.

His name is Apollo.
He was pretty happy, too.
Though maybe his owner should have let it be a surprise. She went out this morning to find that he had busted down the door of the Honeymoon Suite and was running amok through the barn and pasture. She finally got him shut out of the barn so she could shift around some bewildered sheep without him knocking her into next week.
So the happy reunion is put off for a bit, until she can get the pen door back on its tracks and the ram safely captured again.
Goldie, meanwhile, is renewing acquaintance with some old friends and waiting for her Big Date.

And, yes, I know - we're doing it backwards. We're having our sheep bred at lambing time. That's the way it worked out. We've never aspired to Normal...

Onyx and Merlin are currently standing at the fence, staring at the car and wondering where Goldie went, with an occasional forlorn "baa?"

Screamin' Orange Yarn Farts

(The Devil made me do it. Or Carrie.)

Ooops, I pointed the ball of yarn the wrong way...

There, that's better.

Snow Day

Today's blog-worthy activity was cancelled, due to this:



Here's the girls, standing up to their knees in new snow -


and Merlin, doing the same.


Note: I was standing in 6+ inches of fresh snow to take these pictures. And it's still coming down hard.
We'll try again this weekend.

In the meantime, I'm 20 rows into Maplewing. That doesn't sound like much, but at 522 stitches per row, that's a heap of knitting. And there's no easy purl-back rows on this sucker - every row is a pattern row. P3, YO, P10, P2tog, P3, P2togtbl, etc. Yeehaw.
No photos yet, since it looks like a giant yarn fart at this point.

Busted

Am I that transparent?
It was Skew. The actual time elapsed between cast-off and cast-on was about 25 minutes. Five minutes to fill the sink with water and throw the collar in to soak. (I love holding them underwater until the bubbles stop.) (And doesn't that sound sinister?) (I'm wondering what kind of google searches will bring this link up.) (Perhaps it's best not to think about it too much.) Fifteen minutes to wind the ball of sock yarn from my stash. (A prize from Norma, way back in April.) Five minutes to fart around, trying to recall Judy's Magic Cast-on. (Epic fail. I finally went with Turkish cast-on, which was my pre-Judy standard.)
But.
Much as I love this yarn, and I really truly love this yarn (Happy Feet in the best colorway ever), it just wasn't right for Skew.

The magic of Skew is in the strong diagonals, and this beautiful yarn just doesn't show off the pattern. I decided to save it for another project, and cast-on again with some pretty purple.

This yarn came from AnnaMarie, who got so mad at it that she sent it into permanent time-out. At my house. (I didn't ask what the yarn did. Sometimes it's best not to know.)
While this was slightly better for the pattern, it still just isn't cutting it.
Must rethink. It might require a trip to the yarn shop. When I get a car. (Yes, still car-less. Cranky, frustrated, and car-less.)
In the meantime, I'm going to do what I should have done in the first place.



Cast on Maplewing.

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming

Life is good again. The internet connection is stable and I can google at will. No more jonesing for blogs. No more whining for email. And I didn't pull out all my hair...
Ahhhhhhhhh...

The cabled coat's collar piece is still drying. It went from pieces to piece when I grafted the live stitches together in the middle, rather than seaming them as the pattern called for. (There are only 2 reasons to use a seam rather than a graft - a) a seam gives stability, like at the back of a sweater's neck, or b) trying to explain how to kitchener two cabled sections would make both the designer and the knitter crazy. There was no reason for the center of a collar to need stability, so I'm going with option b as the designer's reason for the seam.)
There is a problem lurking, however. The instructions said to knit the collar pieces to a length of 24.5". I started measuring at around 18" and every other row thereafter. (Are we there yet? Are we there yet?) No way did I want to knit those last two pieces even a millimeter longer than I had to. The graft line came at exactly 24.5". Unfortunately, when I blocked it, the length grew and grew to over 26" at the midpoint. I tried pulling it widthwise, but that only scalloped the edges. Looks like I'm going to have to suck it up, and start seaming from opposite ends, then cut and rip back the center part and regraft it to fit. I'm at a standstill while I contemplate this.

So, with a major project off the needles (not complete, but off the needles. That totally counts.) I felt free to cast on something else!
But what?
Maplewing has been making my heart go pitty-pat for months. But there was also this sock pattern that caused sudden lust to overcome me.

What to do first?

Here are your clues:

Maplewing is at the top of my list for I-want-want-want-this-shawl. It has been for months.
I started it last fall, but hated the beige yarn I'd picked. In my heart I wanted orange.
I spun beautiful orange roving to make beautiful orange yarn especially for it.
I had a ball of that orange yarn already wound and ready to go.
The cast-on for Maplewing is 522 stitches.
Skew is a passion of only a few days. (So far. It just came out.)
I did have sock yarn in the stash.
I didn't have any sock yarn wound and ready to go.
I'd have to hunt for sock needles that weren't already occupied by something else.
The cast-on for Skew is 12 stitches.
But I'd need to go online to look up Judy's Magic Cast-On, which I use just often enough to not be able to remember how to do it.
I was having internet connection problems.
I could use Turkish cast-on, instead.

Which do you think I started?

Bonus points for guessing the time interval between binding off the last stitch of the cabled coat and casting on for the new project.

Prairie dog post - Gah!

Having serious connecting issues, interspersed with colorful crashes. Must type quickly!
First time I've actually been able to connect since Friday morning. Frustrated!!
There's been knitting in between streams of cursing. Or concurrently with.
Last stitch was knit on cabled coat. Last piece blocking. Sewing will commence when I can stop pounding my head on the desk long enough to look at it.
*thud*