#devosh crafts

Look at the terror

I'm doing knitting surgery over here and my wife, whom I'd been with for over twenty years, called it crochet. The outrage was probably an overreaction (and I'm not actually upset), but it stopped my focus and thought process. How can you be with me for two decades, listening to me talk about both, vent about both, and mix them up?!

I am so freaking happy right now. I had to unravel part of the honeycomb repeat of my grandson's blanket to correct two mis-crossings of the cables. I was so anxious about it, I had to let it sit for a while to work up the nerve to do it.

Ok, before I start on the honeycomb, here's where I'm at. I'm making this on circular interchangeable needles (I do most all my knitting like this). The six-strand braid is dead center of the blanket. And what is on one side is mirrored on the other. It's to fit a twin bed. Adama is menacing my hanging lifeline.

I'm done! There's a small error I noticed maybe two rows down in the connecting honeycomb to purl 2 section I leave before the double moss, but I'll fix that tomorrow. I also identified a hole near a diamond that was created because this yarn brand knots their yarn. Awful. I'll fix that later also.

I knew going into this that this would be a multi-day thing. There's 43 rows left in this picture. I stopped early last night because I thought I was keeping my wife up. Turns out it was the heat, not me. The Mojave is hot, peeps.