Off needle

I am proud of my progress. 

You have to see both sides of my vest to realize that I still have a lot of work to do.

Each color change has two ends of yarn to tie off and weave in. If you look closely, the lower tiers and right corner are cleaned up. 

After I join the shoulders, arm and neck bands will be knit on.

Perspective

When was this picture taken?

I was living in the panhandle of Texas in 2008. I am living in New York state in 2016.

The sign, was it taken in Canyon in 2008 or Oneonta in 2016?

I can't say anything more profound at this moment.

Who makes the rules?

Who says I can't knit a round with my morning coffee? Better than reading the news. 

A walk to work

In the one mile up the hill to my office, there is so much to see.

I haven't used the slide show feature in a while. Now picasa no longer exists and things have moved to google photos.  I figured that I'd rather share what I have rather than wait until I figured it out.

View here.

Finally to the armhole

It seemed as if I have been close for so long. 

My mosaic vest

My vest is growing. This is from June. 

And now after time "up north", it is quite a lap full. 

For those interested in the process, you can see the iPad with the diagram displayed. 

Fear

My blood sugar levels have been high. I have to walk. I don't want to give up. 

Forget-me-not

I went through the park. I didn't forget. 

Bobbins in zip bags in bigger zip bags

I have a new knitting project. Well, not new, really, just not so far along. I bought the yarn on New Year's Day, with gift money from PoP and Jean. It is a vest in simple stockinette stitch. The not so simple part is there are ten yarn colors in a pattern that changes about every seven rows. I made it more complicated by choosing to knit it in one piece on long circular needles. The first band had 48 color changes. It was a nightmare, a tangled mess. No wonder I put it down, unable to make progress. I had to take time to think about a way to manage it. The yarn is now wound around bobbins instead of larger balls. The bobbins for each section are put in sandwich-sized zip bags. As I knit across a row, the little bags are transferred from a gallon-sized zip bag on my left hip to one on my right hip. At the end of a row, I flip it over and start again.

I need a project like this now. My life seems out of sync. I need to manage the different color yarns of my life.