Heart-Shaped Pizza Box

If you ever find yourself with your beloved at Louie's Pizza on Valentine's Day, order a pizza. They'll make it heart-shaped, with ribbons of pizza sauce at the top. Delicious too.


Here We Go

So I took the plunge. For 17 days, I am knitting like a fiend, taking up the Yarn Harlot's call to needles and filling my spare time with a single task: getting a sweater done during the Knitting Olympics.

I am knitting the Norwegian Lusekofte from KnitPicks, which is a significant challenge for me in many ways. It is not a true Lusekofte, in that the primary identifying feature, the luse or lise are missing. These are the white flecks in the sweater's body you would see which not only serve as a visual interest, but a practical one as well. The strands carried on the back of the body create a second layer which makes the sweater much warmer. Quite nice if you're in Norway, or in my case Canada.

I am normally a cable and knit/purl type of knitter, though I have done some stranded colourwork. This piece provides a number of challenges for me namely:


  1. Colourwork with my left hand. Due to the amount of time I have, I need speed, and the only way I can gain speed will be to move from pitching the yarn with my right hand, to scooping it from my left hand. It feels completely abnormal right now, but it is faster.
  2. Steeks. The mere word can drive fear into the hearts of many knitters. "You mean you want me to cut the yarn after I've knitted it. ARE YOU CRAZY?" Steeks in the arm and the front panel.


So the challenge is out. I'm knitting like a fiend. Every spare moment I have will be knitting. If I could knit while doing deadlifts at the gym, I would be doing so. It'd be awkward, but dagnabbit, I'll try.

And so I pledge:


I, a knitter of able hands and quick wits, to hereby swear that over the course of these Olympics I will uphold the highest standard of knitterly excellence.

I will be deft of hand and sure of pattern, I will overcome troubles of yarn overs and misplaced decreases. I will use the gifts of intelligence and persistence (as well as caffeine and chocolate) and I will execute my art to the highest form, carrying with me the hope for excellence known to every knitter.

I strive to win. To do my best, and to approach the needles with my own best effort in mind, without comparing myself to my fellow knitters, for they have challenges unique to them.

While I engage in this pursuit of excellence and my own personal, individual best, I also swear that I will continue to engage with my family in conversation, care for my pets, speak kindly with those who would ask me to do something other than knit, and above all, above every stitch thrown or picked, above every cable, every heel stitch, every change of colour, I swear this:

That I will remember that this is not the real Olympics, that I'm supposed to be having fun and that my happiness and self-worth ride not on my success....
but on my trying.



Getting ready for the Knitting Olympics. Swatching a gauge swatch.

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