You have to guess how old I am this year, but I’ll admit that this month, I turned a year older.
And to kick off that new year, I got to start on a new project! I submitted a pattern proposal to online magazine Knittin’ Little, and it was accepted. Last week the yarn for the sample arrived in the mail, and I am busy knittin’ away (that’s not it, above, actually, but stay tuned and I’ll update you when my new camera battery charger arrives).
In the meantime, until more sneak peeks come your way, head on over to Knittin’ Little and check out not only their fall collection (which is adorable), but their Book Club. As a veteran book nerd, with a child who wants to read every book a million times in a row (I’m hanging on through Thomas the Tank Engine by the skin of my teeth in hopes of better Hobbit days), I’m super into the idea of extending the fun into other realms with activities and crafts.
Actually, to be completely truthful (always advisable, right?) I finished it months ago.
And then I lost the buttons. And then I found the buttons, and I lost the backing buttons and grosgrain ribbon.
And then I found them all, but was busy with other things. Still am, in fact. The buttons are collected on my dresser and the sweater sits near the couch, and last night, my power went out for 4 hours, and I didn’t feel up to attaching buttons by the light of a flashlight.
Stuff like that keeps happening.
Also, it’s huge on Sylvan, so what’s the rush?
Check out this adorable ABC grosgrain ribbon.
Icord bindoff (is it just me, or does it seem like it should be iCord? THANKS, APPLE!) is a nice detail for a heavier garter sweater like this. I’m happy with how that came out.
So much activity in my life that I can’t summon the will to buckle down and attach a few buttons. I don’t even have a kid old enough to go back to school. You parents of older kids have my respect (and best wishes for your sanity right now).
Also, if you’re handling the seasonal transition well, what’s your secret?
Sorry, friends – as the summer winds to a close, I find myself with writer’s block and a bad case of Finishing Fever. There are about a million projects laying around my house 70-90% done, and I just need to put in the effort to bring them all to a close. A little gruntwork, clear the board, and then I can tackle fall and winter knitting projects with a clear conscience.
Speaking of which, leave me a recommendation for your favorite baby sweater. A few are scheduled to make their debut into my circles in the next 3-6 months, and I kind of hate repeating myself. I’d rather branch out and try some new designs!
A dear friend of mine recently passed away at the age of 93. She was a bright, smart, pragmatic woman. She insisted on being called Mrs., becasue this was how it was done in Germany, her land of origin. Once you became her friend, you were given the privilege of calling her by her first name.
She was also a patient of mine, who came to see me every 4 months at the office. When she came, she would bring a knitting project she had completed or I would smuggle my latest project into the exam room to share with her. She sent me a hoodie pattern that was a long standing favorite. We would talk and laugh about current events, people in our lives, the latest struggle we were experiencing. I must admit, I looked forward to seeing her as much as she looked forward to coming. She would laugh during her visits and say “Imagine looking forward to coming to a doctor’s office!” I would laugh and reply “What we do behind closed doors remains a secret.”
Her heart started failing. She called to tell me, “Lita, I just wanted to let you know… my health is heading West and I wanted to let you know how much I have treasured our time together. If my health does not hold up until my next visit, I hope someone has the common sense and decency to let you know.” She came one last time to my office against my advice, so tired that any little movement made her gasp for breath. We again laughed and talked. She said “you know… they told me the other day that my heart is getting worse. I am so overjoyed. What am I going to do at 93 anyway? I am ready.”
I then went to see her one last time a week later after she had been transferred to a hospice facility. She was asleep when I entered the room. I sat for 20 minutes in silence absorbing her presence. Then her eyes opened and suprise and pleasure flooded her face. We talked for awhile and she said, “You know… I always wanted to have you come and eat lunch with me and we could be friends.” My reply: “We are friends, we have always been friends.”
What else can you do to honor a knitting friend? Except knit a hoodie for a baby who has entered the world – to complete the circle of life.