It's done.

[scary music]

I've decided to cast Blogger aside and become my own host.

So, if anyone is actually reading this blog, they can continue doing so at

See you there!

/Fi (a.k.a. the Knitting Cookie)


No camera...

otherwise I would have posted a picture of the lovely Snowdrop Shawl I'm making. I think I've seen it somewhere among our not quite unpacked stuff... I really hate unpacking. Packing is much, much more fun, filled with a sense of anticipation (at least for me), but unpacking is just pointless. Urgh.

Oh, and I may be moving my blog soon; will let you know if/when that happens.


A very quick post

... just to let you know that we've finally moved to our new apartment :)
Hopefully I'll manage to extract my knitting from a box somewhere, sometime in the near future. Until then, happy knitting everyone!


A mysterious tube

Guess what the mailman brought me today?

We have a very, very nice mailman, he actually brings us any larger items, instead of just leaving them at the local post office for us to come and pick up.

Anyway, this is what he had in his hand when he rang my doorbell this morning:Taking a closer look, the tube turns out to be from someone very, very secret:

Yup, it's my first Secret Package from my Secret Pal! (Oh, and Pal? I'm sending you virtual hugs right now.)

There was a lot of tape around that mysterious tube, so I unraveled, and unraveled... and finally managed to extract the letter attached to the outside of the tube. I read the letter as I opened the tube, and found...

a lovely scarf! (One that, as it turns out, perfectly matches the brand new, navy blue jacket that I got yesterday!) It's just so very pretty, I'm sure I'll be wearing it a lot. The edging is apparently crocheted by hand. I'm impressed. That must have required a Very Small Needle.

But alas, there was more... (Well, I knew there was more, since I cheated and read the green Customs Declaration sticker before opening.)

I don't know why the right-hand picture is so blurry (I re-took it three times), but anyway, these are two magazine covers from 1942 and 1943! They're so cool! I think I'll have to frame them and hang them in our new apartment. I love how there's one girl all ready to go to war, very masculine and patriotic, doing the men's work, and another struggling with her knitting--which is really the exact opposite. I like to think of it as two sides of the same girl.

So in case you were wondering, Secret Pal, this was a wonderful package. I love it. Thank you so much!


Bye-bye stripes!

So I started a sock. I cast on, knitted a few inches, yada, yada, yada. I won't even mention the name of the pattern, but it showed off the stripes quite beautifully.

However... the cast-on edge looks... disastrous. Really awful. I mean, look! It's terribly uneven--the cast-on stitches are about twice the size of those in the pattern. Being a perfectionist, I just can't live with an ugly cast-on edge.

When you read this, I will have frogged the whole damn thing. Turned out, when I took a really good look at it, that the ribbing looked really weird, too. Apparently, I knitted the first inch of ribbing far too loosely.

Oh well, it was just supposed to be a swatch, anyway. R.I.P. Sock.


An unexpected pause

I know I promised no baby posts, but... this is what someone's been doing lately. The Evil Baby's crawling all over the place and generally requiring much more time and care than ever before! (He's not actually that evil, but when you're two people trying to study and the third one makes weird noises and attacks anything within ten feet... you get the picture.) Aaaargh.
And to top it off, believe this:

I haven't knitted anything At All for two weeks.



Of Being Un-Independent and Yarn

Dear self-patterning sock yarn-hating friends (and you know who you are),

I have let thee down.


I am now the owner of not one, but two (the horror!) balls of Self-Striping Sock Yarn. If you want to kill me, please do so now.



First, I just want to say I have the fullest respect for all the lovers of self-patterning / multi-colored yarn out there. I'm just not a fan myself. Such was also the case with self-striping yarn, until... I realized one day that my mother was on holiday in the Land of Plenty of Sock Yarn (i.e. Germany) and got this weird idea to call her and ask her to hunt down a fine specimen of self-striping for me. So she did. And if I were any less down with a really bad cold right now, I would post pictures. In fact, my head is so fuzzy right now I can't even remember the yarn brand. Argh. -- Pictures to follow soon, anyway, promise.