So You Think You Can Knit, aka SYTYCK

Yeah, there's been a lot of reality show watching en la casa de Sway. I am not one for those shows that only want to feature a lot of conflict between foul-mouthed crazies, but the contest-inspired ones get to me. I avoided So You Think You Can Dance for a while, but I caught it by chance when it narrowed down to the top 14 or so and immediately became addicted. While Sabra's cute and wonderful and all and Danny is all hot and graceful, my personal favorite was Pasha. I lurve him. He is so durn cute and so durn Russian. I defy you to watch this and not be a teensy bit in lurve with him:



On my end, I can dance decently (high school musicals and all), but I'm thinking I'll stick to knitting. More repeats of the Smoke Shawl:

I cannot wax poetic enough about these colors. This is in direct sunlight and a bit brighter than reality, but the violets, dusky blues, rich browns and greys are just scrumptious.

Here are a few Clapotis dropped stitches:

And finally, I can't keep my promises to myself:

I cast on for the Central Park Hoodie. There's a group on Ravelry called "Pens and Needles" for knitters who are writers. Or writers who are knitters. We just started a two-week run of making ourselves write three pages per day and finish a project within that time frame. This was the project I chose, so does it really count that I broke my promise to myself in order to keep another promise to myself? Huh? Wow, I would be a terrible lawyer.

But I've finished the back of CPH and looking at this long run of double cables makes me so happy I could dance.