True to the credo of the Yarn Harlot's Knitting Olympics, the NK and I sneaked into her office shortly after 2pm local time to cast on. A few minutes later, I sneaked out, knowing that, for us, the Olympics had begun. I wish we would've taken a photo or two to mark the momentous occassion; watching the ceremonies last night, it was obvious that Olympians need to document their journey, too.
Thanks to a lot of feedback, and to the artistic eye of my sister, I have decided to do fraternal twin fair isle socks. Each has its own unique toe color, and each will have that as the dominant colorway, snaking up and around the sock. This is posing a set of problems that, had I actually thought things through, I may have forseen. Two skeins of yarn, two toes at once, on two circular needles, one toe blue, one yellow. Striping the secondary color by pulling from the outside of each skein. Do you see where we are headed here? To a complete and utter cluster-f*ck. A very ugle tangle. Very ugly, indeed.
What this boils down to is not enough training. I am like some brash young snowboarder, who knows she knows what she is doing, so forgoes the all-important practice runs (ie swatching), focusing instead on the partying and autograph signing (ie knitting on other projects), and realizes all too late that this Olympic run is much, much different than her home mountain. Oh, well. I know what I must do. It involves snipping yarn, and estimating yardage (eeek!) and winding a third and fourth ball. A project for this afternoon.
I will say, however, that both toes were casted on by the end of the opening ceremonies last night.