I Did Manage to Sleep Before Casting On.
Not for long though.
And today, a week later, there are 120 stitches on my needles from the original cast on of 6. Cinder has claimed a respectable portion of the workbench and I’m beginning to understand exactly what I signed myself up for in Salem.
This is my first larger knit project. I’ve watched it grow from something I could hold comfortably in the palm of my hand into this long sweep of fabric – and I’m nowhere near finished.

The First Stretch was Deceptively Simple.
Garter stitch, steady increases and rows that were still short enough to feel almost quick. Then came the bobbles.
They were the first real interruption in all that garter stitch, and I love them. They’re subtle enough from a distance, but up close they give Cinder just enough texture to make you stop and look. And with the shifts of rust, copper, brown and gold running through the colorway, every section looks a little different from the one before it.
The Rows Aren’t Quick Anymore.
At 120 stitches, we’re still nowhere near the end, but spreading Cinder out across the workbench was the first time I’d really seen just how much she’d grown.

Apparently this is what 120 stitches looks like.
And I have a lot more knitting to do.
