In some ways the yarn we use has a life of it's own.
You think you know exactly what you want to do with it, but the yarn has entirely different ideas.
The bane of my knitting existence right now is a gift for my mother. The woman who's birthday was 6 months ago. The woman that told me that she adores bright yellow. That would be the same woman that professed 9 years ago that she hated yellow and wouldn't wear it in my first wedding. She went with pink. Sigh.
I had yarn in the stash intended for some kind of scarf. I wanted to try my hand at lace. It's bright yellow - because I happen to adore the color even though it makes me look like I have jaundice (I don't by the way) - and it's Alchemy Bamboo and I have another skein of it in a variegated blue that is supposed to be a color Mother likes as well.
This seemingly innocent enough skein of yarn is super soft, the variegation is so subtle it should work for lace, or something else without detracting from the pattern, it's a joy to handle (did I mention it's really soft).
It is also the most evil thing on the planet. See how it resembles Top Ramen (thanks for that analogy T - I'll never eat the stuff again), it's been frogged so many times it should be green by now.
It start out as this: The Branching Out pattern from Knitty Spring 2005. Frogged three times because I kept losing a stitch. I know how to count, I know I do. I have a physics degree, basic math is kind of a requirement for that.
Next it became this: Knit Picks Lace 1, 2, 3 a really really simple 4 row lace pattern where you only have to think about ONE row. I lost my place. Sigh.
Third time's a charm: Jesse Loesberg's Danica scarf from Knitty Winter 2005. Entrelac - doesn't look that hard. The variegation would work, the blue could be added in random squares. After the FOURTH frogging, I threw it down on my friend's sofa last night. Can someone PLEASE explain to me how the heck to pick up a stitch purlwise if you aren't slipping the first stitch of the row you have to pick up from?
So it is currently about to become the Wide Scarf, from Victorian Lace Today, sans beads. (the brown one with the beads at the very beginning of the book) Knit, knit, knit, knit, put in a cute little picot, yarn over, knit, turn knit.
You get the idea, super stupid easy, my fish could knit this.
Now I just have to figure out how to incorporate the blue.
Cannot wait to see what it turns into next (perhaps focused could be a good start). Actually I can since this yarn is like the car from the book Christine, in that I have no idea what kind of trouble it has in store for me next. But it's on the list of things I have to finish before new yarn may enter my house.
Hmm I wonder if making a giant yarn ball out of it for the cats counts as a finished object? If so, I'm halfway there.