One hundred thirty-eight thousand, nine hundred sixty stitches

Of all the things I've made, my Lizard Ridge blanket is the one I'm most proud of. The pattern was published in Knitty in fall of 2006, shortly after my boyfriend moved out. I was shattered and in desperate need of comfort knitting, something repetitive enough not to tax my weary brain, but interesting enough to help stave off the moping, a project that would become something warm and comforting to wrap around me. Check, check and check. It was perfect, with the added benefit of using Noro Kureyon, which I had always been obsessed with but was too itchy to wear next to my skin.
After a couple of squares, I could have knit the pattern in my sleep. I loved watching the stripes of colors form. I knit on them everywhere: in the airport, in meetings, at family gatherings, anywhere I could get away with it. Thirty squares and over a year later, I had a blanket.




(And yes, that stitch count is accurate, to the best of my knowlege. I had to know. And I'm a math nerd.)