Nice

The Mysterious Camera of Mystery, once known as the Camera of DOOM, is now working. Consistently, even. We have no idea why, but we are not about to argue with the Camera Gods. (We, in this instance, being Mr. Kninja and myself, not the royal We.) Anyway, this being the case, I can show you what I’ve been up to. The little orange hat was the first one I started for Afghans for Afghans, the one that turned out doll sized. The red hat is actual small head sized – about the right size for a nine month old, I’m thinking – and it’s done in Misti Baby Alpaca, and is very soft. I got the Fair Isle charts from Style Your Own Kids’ Knits and made up the hat part. The little brown tidbit is the first of two socks, knit flat, actually, from Erika Knight’s Simple Knits for Little Cherubs. The wool is some mysterious stuff from my stash, bought years ago off Ebay for a Halloween project and then set aside when it turned out to be the wrong weight for what I had in mind. (No fault of the seller, I might add, who was up front about it. I just misread.)

Here, too, is the Basic Blue Hat I made for Gabriel.

I really like it. I figured with a yarn like that, best to stick with the basics, and let the colors speak for themselves. And boy, do they! Here’s a shot of that spiral top I mentioned earlier.

Pattern to come, and fortunately, I don’t think I can mess it up too much. I’m feeling more and more self conscious as: A. I do not finish writing the pattern for Maude Louise in a timely fashion, and B. Mistake after mistake is discovered in relation to my mathin’ skillz and ability to think and type at the same time. A really basic and easy kid hat seems right about what I can handle right now, as a result.

I had mentioned that I started on yet another project – here’s the progress made thus far.

I. Love. This pattern. It’s fast, not too hard, and a lot of fun. That middle braid makes me smiley. The yarn makes me smiley. I love this pattern. Calista, you are awesome!

More cabley porn goodness for those who like a little yarn whorin’ candy.


I also started going back, stitch by stitch, on my husband’s poor seamless hybrid. *sigh* It’s a good project for when I’m listening to the radio – This American Life seems most apropos, as it is what I was listening to when I started undoing the mess. Now they shall be forever linked in my mind. I do that with projects. I was flipping through a Lucinda Guy book once, while my husband drove us to my son’s school. He used a route that’s different from the way I usually go, and now whenever I drive that way, I think of knitting dolls and the story about Peter Pan that was on the radio at the time.

I’m trying to get to the corrections/sleeves for Maude Louise this week, but it may not happen, as it’s Spring Break and all three of the monkeys are home 24/7. Happy Spring to all of you!

Oh, and see? My computer’s still alive for now!

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3 Responses to “Nice”

  1. Sarah Says:

    What’s that luscious rosy goodness you’re using for the tasty new sweater? It reminds me of a tasty angora blend I picked up in Milan last year (and nearly left on the Eurostar – how I sprinted to get back on board with my precious yarn haul, even though it meant disembarking on the wrong side of Torino!). I may need to go pull it out of the stash and pet it for a few minutes now.

  2. Kristen Says:

    That’s actually my camera distorting the colors a little on Knitpicks’ Andean Treasure in Embers! It’s not really rosy in real life…more of a burgundy, really, but my camera added a sort of magenta glow to it. I love the color it came out as, though. It’s darker – the fibers are a pretty bright red twisted up with a very inky black, and the combination is really nice.

    I’m glad you didn’t lose your fiber!

    (And I love talking with people who understand the need to stare at yarn and gloat and stroke it. I suspect the husband thinks it’s a little freaky, but he’s remarkably understanding about the times when I have to carry a ball of yarn around and pet it.)

  3. Kathleen Says:

    Speaking of petting yarn, I remember as a child, my father was in hospital having a herniated disc in his back repaired. One of the things he took with him to the hospital was a skein of my mother’s handspun, onion-skin-dyed wool. To pat and stroke.

    It didn’t seem odd at the time, but perhaps it was. He didn’t knit, after all. He just liked the feel of it, and I think it gave him comfort.

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