The trouble with patterns...

Somebody wise once said, "No good deed goes unpunished."  It was a quote that resounded enough with people to get incorporated into a song from "Wicked," which I have a tendency to belt out unsolicited at random points in my life anyway.  Musicals aside, I get reminded of that old dictum plenty in my daily life, but today I encountered a--well, not glaring, but moderately annoying--reminder in my knitting life.  In the process, I think I may have broken the Blogger platform.  Just a teeny tiny bit.  Temporarily.

I tried to post a pattern to my blog.  Not just any pattern, but a lace scarf complete with really big charts that had to be converted from spreadsheet to image to PDF before it could be uploaded into the bowels of Ravelry.  I then proceeded to try to make it available to the Ravelry-averse, aka me up until 3 months ago.  Um...no.

So, the problem with including a link to a pattern in Ravelry is it deletes/inactivates your uploaded PDF.  Oops.

The problem with Blogger is it doesn't like reams of spreadsheet charts.  Or PDFs.  Yeah.

Basically, I spent the afternoon wondering why nobody could download my pattern on Ravelry and why I couldn't simply delete my blog link and reactivate the PDF.  Somebody computer-savvy understands why this is the case.  I, on the other hand, who had to type up said pattern and painstakingly convert my hand-charted lace into an acceptable spreadsheet equivalent, then input all the steps involved in submitting it to Ravelry, and all for the reward of zero dollars every time somebody uses my pattern, had a few choice words with my computer.

Alas, the result is that in order to access "Let It Go" (pictured to the right), you will have to follow this link.  That is, until Blogger gives me the ability to import knitting charts and PDFs.  Anybody want to work on that?  It's a good deed that won't go punished, at least not by me.

Updates?

There haven't been many.  By which I mean life has been going by quite in its normal haphazard fashion and I haven't had the time or the brain cells to blog about it.  But one thing I've added to my bucket list since moving up here: make it to New York Choral Society auditions.  One of these days.  I scheduled a time and everything, and what was I doing on Wednesday evening?  Um...looking at microscope slides.  'Cause I'm cool like that.  To be fair, there are probably other developments in my life besides the not-exactly-9-to-5 work schedule of a resident in any field whatsoever in New York City, but we don't talk about that.  Do we?

Meanwhile I'm taking a break from CLEANING ALL OF THE THINGS!!!  By which I mean, of course, scrubbing the bathroom.  The air outside today has all the charm of a wet gym sock, so frankly the ring in the bathtub had more appeal.  And while I was attacking said ring with a generous amount of bleach spray and elbow grease, it occurred to me I haven't shown off any of my knitting "conquests" since Smaller on the Outside.

So, anyhoo, Foreign Correspondent scarf is done.  No longer in a fingering weight, it looks a bit more geek than chic, which is exactly how I like it.  I'm quite looking forward to wearing it with tees and Chucks this fall.  If it ever gets to be fall and not sweaty gym sock.

Yep.  EXTERMINATE.  Still life with Dalek.  Awesome.

 As for this little number pictured to the right, this was from my English Lit geek rearing its ugly head during baby things knitting.  Because now that my friends are having babies, there must necessarily be baby things knitting.  I gawked at the surprisingly quick Girl's Pinafore on Ravelry (free pattern, by the way, don't everybody jump on it at once now...), knit it up during a particularly procrastinatory weekend, and came up with a matching bonnet with the leftover yarn.  I now have 2 fewer skeins of Lionbrand Jiffy.  When I've depleted 2 more, it will be time to purchase more yarn of better quality.  Ha, who am I kidding?

In any case, bonnet pattern, rechristened "Bennet" (named after, oddly enough, Lydia Bennet from Pride and Prejudice because of a dialogue/monologue nobody but me is likely to remember), is also up on Ravelry for hours of "entertainment."  By which I mean creative swearing.  Not to worry, I indulge in plenty of it while knitting: keeps the brain cells working during lace sections.





When shall we meet again, you ask?  Or probably don't, really.  Oh, I don't know.  There's bound to be another CLEAN ALL OF THE THINGS and then procrastinate on real work weekend coming up between now and vacation...right?