I’ve been a very bad blogger. Nothing for all of March. Tsk, tsk tsk. I am duly chastened.
I decided to take part in Tin Can Knits 12 sweater challenge and then never blogged about it. I have completed a Flax for T and a vest for Hubs and I have Harvest on the needles for me. The purple monster is hibernating. I have yarn coming for I ❤ Rainbows, a baby sweater, and plans to knit my hubby a Flax in Wool of the Andes Opal. These will all be posts in the future, cross my heart.
I had this pattern sitting in my Rav favorites literally since I started knitting. Before I knew what increases and decreases were and just working in the round was hard I wanted to knit this hat. So I did it last month. We’re having an epidemic of boy babies round these parts and caught up in the new baby furor, I decided to try my hand at it. The pattern calls for fingering, but I only had sport. It’s for a baby of non-knitters and I only have classic wool. Whatever, I’ma knit it. So I did. And the knitting gods laughed and laughed at me. It came out HUGE. As in fits my 2 year old with no stretching huge. And she loves it and wants it and so she gets it and looks like a member of the Acorn Guard. I want to knit another in n00b size color-blocked to look like a sweet pea.
Lace hat for Chelsea
My aunt died a few weeks ago. In grand Jewish tradition, this meant a mad-dash to the home of the deceased and panicked phone calls to friends and family to find a place to stay and discover what the plans were etc. This was complicated by several family members being out of the country at that moment. My lovely friend C agreed to host our family for the weekend of the funeral. We haven’t seen each other since before T was born and before her younger daughter S was born. We were absurdly excited to meet each other’s spawn. I cast on to a hat from Wanderlust on the car ride up intending to knit it and see if I liked it, but when I got there, Chelsea was wearing a black hat in almost the exact lace I was working on the new hat. So I am now knitting this for her as thanks for opening her home to us and as a make up for all those holidays and birthdays I’ve been missing. Four hours isn’t that long a drive when you think about it.
Marled hat for Sofy
We got a lot of time with Sofy last week, my designer friend. She was playing dress up with my knits and loving on a lot of the ones I don’t favor but wouldn’t take them because they weren’t her colors. She also has big head problems in that she can never find a hat to fit her comfortably and was particularly pleased that mine fit her comfortably. Having a computer handy I took her to Knit Picks where we discussed her love for neon red and slate gray. I’ve been dying to play with there new neon Stroll range but I’d never wear anything in those colors, nor would most of the people I knit for. So we picked up a ball of Hot Tamale and Ash. I’m planning on knitting something simple like Rikke, to let the neon tweed effect stand out, with a Hot Tamale pom pom.
Train dress is cut out and awaiting seams and pressing. I need to make a few Sadie Grace Night Gowns for T. She keeps pulling the fabric from storage and strewing it across the apartment. I am feeling woefully unmotivated toward my sewing machine. I’m beginning to think about sewing again since I was wearing my me-mades and thinking about how comfortable they are and how pretty they are… Maybe sewing is about the product not the process for me and I just need to understand that and embrace it because there is waaaay too much fabric round these parts to just not sew.
In other news I took a class on spindle spinning on Saturday. My resulting yarn has been improving rapidly. I didn’t realize how quickly I’d take to it. My first skein has every size yarn it’s possible to spin in it, places are as thin as thread and others as thick as rope. Some places are hard and overspun other places fluffy and barely twisted. On Sunday, I spun up the rest of my sample fiber, some fluffy white coopworth wool, and the results were much more even. Still over spun in places but only varying between a sport and a heavy chunky. Yesterday, I opened up my blue braid and started spinning. I think I spun about a quarter of it and the yarn is a thick-thin single of about heavy worsted weight. I’m very proud of myself.