Stash cataloguing, etc.

I spent most of this morning taking yarn photos and adding entries to my Ravelry stash. The majority of it is catalogued there now; it’s nice to be able to scroll down the page and see what I have at a glance, without having to dig through (and mess up) storage containers.

After I’d finished the photoshoot, I looked at the calendar and realised that my mother’s birthday is in a week. So I pawed through books and did some stash-diving, and found a suitable gift idea. I chose one of the scarves from 101 Designer One-Skein Wonders; it’s a pattern I’ve knit before for myself, and when I showed off the FO several months ago my mother made some noise about wanting one for herself.

It calls for Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sport, and although I have plenty of that in the stash, I’m double-stranding Cherry Tree Hill Supersock (in Sugar Maple, bought a couple of years ago when the colourway was new and not easy to find) instead; it’s knitting up dense but still pleasantly squishy on 3.75 mm needles.

Speaking of needles, I have new DPNs. I liked my first set of Pony Pearls so much that I snagged three more, in different sizes. I’ve tried metal and bamboo and rosewood and birch and all sorts of others, but I’ve liked none as much as I like these little pastel plastic needles.

I have a sock in self-patterning yarn on the pink needles right now, but I’m not allowing myself to work on it (or to continue on my red cabled hat) until I finished a pair of commissioned elbow-length black plain stockinette fingerless gloves. I’m sure the recipient will like them, but they’re a bit of a snore to knit.

By the time tomorrow’s over, all I want to have left is the hand and half-fingers of the second glove. I can finish on Friday, and block them over the weekend.

On a totally different note, I need to start going to bed earlier. I’m always sleepy around ten-thirty or eleven, but I rarely manage to make it to bed before my second wind kicks in, keeping me awake for another couple of hours–it doesn’t add up to a lot of sleep, if you consider that I’m always awake at the crack of dawn.

The cats are keeping the bed warm; I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I shoved them over a little bit to make room for me.