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It was just Christmas! (Did you know?) So I knit some Christmas presents. I’m not going to to into the presents started to presents finished ratio right now. Shall we just say that it was not good? But here are two that I DID finish and that the recipients love love loved. Which are always the best kind of recipients.

I present: the thrummed mittens.



I really really wish I had better pictures. Because these mittens? Were awesomeness incarnate. And I do not use those words lightly. But everything was so rush rush rush this year that I just never got a chance. Sigh.

Anyways. Deets.

Sea Cucumber Mittens (aka Thrummed mittens #1, blue and green pair) (rav it!)
Pattern: yes
Yarn: Brown Sheep Shepherd’s Shades in wild indigo for the cuffs, Malabrigo Worsted for the hands. Eh, some.
Needle: US 7 and 8
Started and finished: December…something. Done around the 21st.
For: Eric the blond, nephew extraordinaire

You know about sea cucumbers, right? As a self-defense mechanism, they spew out part of their intestines at predators. Really. So then whatever is bothering them sits down to eat their regurgitated guts, and the sea cucumber swims off, (mostly) unscathed. Neat, eh? Here’s a video. Only slightly gross.

I called these the sea cucumber mittens because it was so fun to turn them inside out and expose their guts! Plus I thought they look sort of like a regular cucumber. Er, if you squint. And take some acid.

For both of these pairs of mittens, I used this mitten pattern, and hello yarn’s thrummed mitten tutorial. Easy! Fun! Cures depression! Does your taxes! For these mittens in particular, I used the Shepherd’s Shades for the cuff and cast on for a small on the 8’s. Then I increased to the large size, switched to the Malabrigo, and switched to 7’s. All purely winged, by the way. No sissy swatches for me. (Bloody hell, am I glad it worked.)

I used 2 oz of roving for the thrums, just like hello yarn suggests. I totally should have listened to her when I stared, though. Because I thought, “Two ounces, for a kid’s mitten? No way! One ounce is fine!” Ha! Ha ha! I only had slightly over one ounce of the green roving. Aaaand I ran out. After the first mitten. I tried desperately to find more roving of the same color, for about a day. Then I thought screw it, the kid is seven! He’ll never notice. So I got a slightly different green for the second mitten. And no, he didn’t notice. But he did heart them.


He’s totally at the stage where he can’t sit still for two seconds together. Can you tell?

Pretty Fluffy Mittens, aka Thrummed mittens #2 (rav it!)
Pattern: same as above
Yarn: Brown Sheep Shepherd’s Shades, weathered teal, one skein
Needle: US 8
Started and finished: Dec something
For: Elizabeth of the golden ringlets

Seriously, can you believe this girl’s hair? I think maybe if she’s weren’t my sweet niece, and not 9, I might hate her just a tiny bit.


For her mittens, I also cast on for a small and increased to a large after the cuff. They turned out a bit on the big side. They fit me! I have pretty small hands, though. And they fit her well enough. For the thrums, I used some Gale’s Art roving I got a very long time ago. Autumn Fire.

autumn fire roving

I was reluctant to use it at first. But it looked so pretty with the teal. So what the hell, I thought. The nice thing is that I only used half of what I have. So I have enough left for mittens for me, hooray!


The mittens were a bit hit with everybody, really. It was a Merry Christmas.


More Christmas knits to come. And I will blog about them! Soon.


Oh, this sweater. We have a long history, it and I. And I’m sorry to say that history hasn’t always been good. But now? Now we’re cool.

just hanging out

Back when the earth was young, I bought the yarn for…the blub. (It was before written records, but after yarn stores.) Yup. I was going to knit him a sweater with it. And I did begin to knit him a sweater with it. It was a drop-shoulder roll neck pullover, from The Yarn Girls’ Guide to Simple Knits. (Before written records, but after knitting books too. Those don’t count.) The pattern is knit in large blocky pieces, then seamed up.

I got through one piece before I wanted to stab my eyes out. So, I did what any sensible knitter would do. I tried to finish in on my knitting machine.

Ah yes, that was a disaster as well. I won’t go into details, but the finished pieces got rammed into a bag and thoroughly cursed. True to his nature, the blub mostly forgot about this sweater. There were a few frightening moments for me when he said something like, “Hey whatever happened to that sweater you were knitting…for…m?” Then his eyes would glaze over and he would stop talking. (How I love online shopping. Useful information, straight to your door.) Anyway, I did knit him a replacement sweater, which he likes very much. Later I ripped the original satanic piece of hell out and stashed the yarn.

Yay, then I started a sweater for me, yay! It was fun for awhile but then it got boring, boo! I’m not going to go all into the details of that. The important thing is, it’s done now. And I love it, yay!

on the fence

Serendipity sweater (rav link)
Pattern: #77 Vine Lace Top Down Cardigan by SweaterBabe
Yarn: Jo Sharp Silk Road Aran Tweed in dusk, I have no idea how many skeins
Needle: US 10.5 (6.5 mm)
Started: August 22, 2008 (at least that’s what my rav notes say, cripes!)
Completed with much relief: September 13, 2009

So this pattern is actually written for a bulky weight yarn. But I thought it would look nicer in a lighter weight. Plus, I had a whole hell of a lot of aran weight hanging around.

Here’s how, at least in part, this sweater got its nickname: I did not swatch for this project. I just started knitting. Since I knew my gauge would be a lot smaller, I just thought “Eh, knitting the largest size should work okay.” And it did.

(Okay, I realize I’m putting this up on the internet and all, but I have to say this: do not tell anyone about this! It’s a secret! If this gets out, my knitting luck will be doomed, DOOMED forever! I will never be able to knit a fitting sweater again! Although, maybe this is comeuppance for that Hourglass sweater that I knit so long ago. That one where I swatched so carefully and it LIED to me. Fucker.)

Other mods: um. I made it fit? Yes, I realize that that’s not very specific. But it was a top-down sweater, so I tried it on as I went along. Plus I knew my row gauge was way off (I think the pattern called for Lamb’s Pride Bulky), so I winged it.

Oh! I remember one! The way I did the increases on the raglan line. I didn’t like the ones in the pattern, which I believe were just M1s. I don’t like how those leave holes. But for some reason that I don’t remember, I couldn’t make the numbers work for a central stitch between the increases. So I M1L and M1R into the same stitch. Sounds a bit weird, but um…it worked out really well.

my raglan decreases

I also made the sleeve ribbing quite a bit longer. This was a result of me not paying attention, and I started the ribbing after x rows like the pattern said. Which was dumb of me because…hey doofus! Your row gauge is way off! I don’t know why I paid attention in some places but not in others. So yeah, that means my sleeve ribbing is about 7 inches long. But you know what? I like it. I think it looks nice.


I know I also did something very small on the collar differently than the pattern, but I can’t remember what.


Oh! I remember now. She suggested putting the increases to make it flare out in the back, and I put them in the front. Like that, too. But the bestestestest part of this sweater? The pockets. You know how I heart pockets in sweaters.

super cute pocket

I know a lot of people who knit this sweater did not bother with the pockets. After putting mine on, I think that is a big mistake, for two reasons. One–pockets on sweaters are awesome. Two–the way these are sewn on is really cool.

You do it with duplicate stitch.

sewing on the pocket

Well, the bottom anyway. But isn’t that ficking ingenious? It was really really fun, too. I was kind of sad I had only two pockets to sew on when I was done. I made them kind of poofy by pulling down a bit after the bottom was attached. Then I just sewed on the sides like a sewing machine would. Easy.

What was not easy was trying to figure out how to size the pocket up. That cute little pleat thing made it kind of hard to just scale up. (By kind of hard, I mean I tried that and it looked like a pile of vomit and it was really annoying.) So in the end, I just added two stitches to each side. Which worked fabulously.

The buttons were yet another issue. I went everywhere and I couldn’t find anything I liked. I kind of wanted colored buttons, but I couldn’t find the right ones. Finally at Joann’s I found some blue plastic toggles that exactly matched the blue tweedy flecks. But, problem: I needed 9. They had? 6. I did ask a very sweet and patient lady behind the cutting counter if they maybe had any more in back. “No,” she spat out, and turned her back on me before the entire question was even out of my mouth. Friendly, eh? I bought the six anyway. Then I did what any independent, intelligent woman of the world would do.

I called my mom.

My mom lives near Chicago, where they have a wealth of strip malls and therefore, Joann’s Fabrics stores. The first store she tried–no good. But the second? Yes! They had them! She bought enough for me to have two extras. Yay for mommies!

I think they look quite faboo.

ze buttons

I heart this sweater. It was a pain in the ass at times, and a slog at other times. But I finished it and it’s soft and fantastic and fits perfectly. It looks good on me, too.

umer?dork supreme

…which you’re going to have to take my word for. Don’t quite have the hang of that self-timer thing yet. And I don’t like my auto-focus lens. (Hey, the blub wasn’t home, what could I do?)

But anyway. Over a year in the making. But overall? It was worf it.

...and more hanging out

LOVE the animation, LOVE the song. Love They Might Be Giants. Though I thought chalk was CaCO3 (Calcuim carbonate), not CaSO4 (Calcium sulfate). Anyway, this is still the stuff of awesome.

Guess what–I finished a sweater! An old one! Really! Hopefully, pics and actual blog post to follow. Until then, keep humming along.

This blog post is brought to you by other people. No, really. I didn’t knit anything I’m about to show you. Neat trick, eh?

To begin the story, we must hearken back. To…um. When the hell are we hearkening back to? Not sure. Let’s start with July, at least I remember that one.

My in-laws, who have been married 50 years come December, had a party this past July. (So people, especially the grandkids, could come during their vacations.) It was a lovely time, but the most lovely thing was that I learned something Very Nice. My FIL’s sister, Tanta Renata, knits. A lot. I hadn’t known this before, and my MIL told her that I knit. So as you maybe can imagine, we had much to discuss.

I found out she loves Nancy Bush. With a very unholy passion. (Can you blame her?) We talked about TONS of stuff: stashing, socks, nupps, Estonian knitting, just to name a few. This last thing is also very important to Renata. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but my FIL is German. But he was actually born in Tartu, Estonia. I’m not sure if Renata was born there too, but she was certainly loves those Estonian knits. So much so that she knit my FIL a pair of socks, “sometime a long time ago,” she said. “He never wore them. He probably threw them away.” I kind of doubted it, and I told her so. Nels got his pack-rattage tendencies from somewhere, after all. But Renata didn’t agree. “He didn’t appreciate them. Be grateful you have someone who appreciates your knitting,” she said, smiling at Nels. He had already pulled up his pant leg to show her the handknitted wool socks he was wearing in the July heat.

Renata left the next day, unfortunately. I wish we had had more time to talk. She lives in Albuquerque too, so I don’t see her often. But she did mention how happy she was to have someone to inherit all her knitting supplies. (She’s around 80, and seems not squeamish about such things.)

About a week after she left, I decided I needed to know what happened to these socks. So I asked my MIL if she remembered them. “Oh yes!” she said. “Peter still has them! Do you want to see?” And she ran upstairs to get them.

Hell, I thought, that was easy.

And then she gave them to me. Yes, really.

Estonian socks

My FIL never wears them, she said. His feet get too hot. But goldang, they are in beautiful condition. I wonder if he wore them even once.

I’m sorry I don’t know what the pattern is. Renata said they were an Estonian pattern, and I think she knit them while she was still living in Germany, many years ago. They are certainly not superwash wool. But I love the details. Especially the twisted stitches down the heel flap, and the broken ribbing that runs along the sides of the foot.


The little purl ridge after the ribbing is also a nice touch.

ribbing and tops

I’m not too familiar with Estonian knitting, so I don’t know how traditional the fair-isle pattern is. It’s pretty, though.


And since I’m curious like that, I flipped the sock inside out to see the floats. I’m a bit ashamed of this, because it always feels a bit like I’m peering into the knitter’s underwear drawer. But look at this underwear!

the flip side


She finished the sock off with a star toe.

star toe

Just lovely. And the best thing? They fit Nels!

They fit!

He didn’t want to take them off after I took this picture. But I made him. I’m so afraid he’s going to wear them out! I’m thinking of weaving some nylon thread into the heel, so it lasts a bit longer. It’s just knit plain, no slipped stitches or ribbing or anything. Anyway, he pouted. I told him they had to be hand-washed, but he didn’t care. Watch him chuck them into the washing machine. Gaa.

I haven’t told Renata yet that we found the socks. I think I’ll just send her a copy of that last picture. That would be a nice surprise, yes? Blast from the socky past. Yay.

So there’s that.

The next thing is not old, but it IS also Estonian. My FIL is a retired professor, but he still does these speaking tours from time to time. This past spring, he and my MIL went to Estonia to give a lecture or two because his very famous book had been translated into Estonian. (I don’t know how many languages that it’s been translated into now. I think it’s around 20 or so.) This is what they brought back for me.

Estonian yarn

240 grams of light fingering/heavy lace weight yarn. In Estonia’s national colors. It’s kind of scratchy but smells very sheepy so I like it. I don’t know how many yards it is. A lot. Enough for a nice stole. For Renata, maybe? I think she would like that.

I didn’t know it at the time, but that wasn’t the only thing they brought back from Estonia for me. I got the other on my birthday.

more stole

A handknitted stole! For me! My MIL said she got both yarn and stole at this outdoor market thingie in Tartu. Pretty! But kind of hard to capture on camera.

even more stolestole

That’s the general idea. It shifts colors, kind of like Noro. But it’s not. This yarn is also very sheepy and kind of scratchy. But I will wear it anyway. It’s nice to know that that quality extends beyond my own knits. I think a bath in some wool wash will do it some good.

So yay, I had a happy birthday despite the auspicious beginning. Thanks to everyone for all the nice birthday wishes! And I would also like to say a very special thank you for this last thing, which was a package I received shortly after my birthday. It wasn’t really a birthday present. It was more like a “hey cheer the hell up” present. And it didn’t cheer me up so much as made me laugh so hard I almost wet my pants. That’s cheerful, yes?

Anyhoodle, it was sent to me by the lovely and most wonderous Weeza. The things inside the package are a bit beyond description, but for simplicity’s sake I will call them “socks.” She suggested that I use them to make some sock monsters, and they will make the most kick assingly awesome sock monsters on the face of the planet. I couldn’t think of a better way to thank her than to make a happy sock dance video. Which I accidentally filmed upside down. I thought I could flip it over later, but it seems I can’t. I’ve decided this adds to its charm. So here you go, Weez. A very happy thank you video, very charming and containing cat for scale.

(Sorry for craptastic quality. I need to turn up the resolution on my phone camera thingy.)

Okay. I swear I’m not putting this up just to get attention. But it’s my birthday today. And I’m pretty grumpy.

Why? Ah, just crap. The same work crap. The blub quit his job (long story, but I think he’ll get another one that pays better and has benefits really soon). He also has to get some fairly serious dental work done, which is going to be expensive. My brother is in Iraq, and I’m worried about him (and my SIL, who is at home with 3 kids under 5). Our refrigerator is crapping out on us, which cheated me out of birthday pancakes this morning because I refuse to eat the eggs and milk in there even though Nels insists they’re fine. Dude, they were at 50 F overnight. They are not fine.

All in all, things are not THAT bad. We’re coping. And we’re all healthy–things could be a lot worse. But I’ve decided to lift myself out of funk by posting some things that I like.

Thing One: Sarah Haskins and Target Women. Here’s the one from this week. Timely, no?

Thing Two: Sockington. Are you on Twitter? You need to follow this cat. Especially watch this video.

Thing Three: Sundara Yarn. (Well, duh. Who doesn’t?) I got myself some sock yarn from Year in Color: July. Toasted orange over pistachio, it’s all the way at the bottom. But I won’t get it until midway through September, yaarg! (BTW: what the hell is a toasted orange?)

Thing Four: My new phone. I got this one and I heart it. It flips open sideways. Nifty. (Thanks, Dad!)

fall blooming lilies

Thing Five: That my fall blooming lilies have been open since July.

Thing Six: Cupcakes. Specifically chocolate peanut butter cupcakes that my coworker made for me today. I will go eat one right now.

Yum and bye.

This summer has been so fricking nice.

fence and meadow

So much so that I’ve wanted to do little else but sit on my porch and watch the creek flow by, the hummingbirds dive-bomb each other, and my beer glass slowly grow empty. There has been some knitting. A bit. A smidge. But all mindless. And honestly, not really that much of it. Two pairs of socks in the past, er, couple of months. One pair for Nels, and one for me.

The blub pair:

happy feets o the blub

Dude’s Funky Socks, Also with Dutch Heel
Pattern: Gentleman’s Plain Winter Sock with Dutch Heel, by Nancy Bush from Knitting Vintage Socks (rav)
Yarn: Schoeller + Stahl Limbo Superwash #2539 (rainbowy bits) and Cascade 220 Superwash (solid teal bits)
Needle: US 3 and 4
Start to finish: July 5 to 12

Not much to say about these, really. They are awesome, I think that about sums it up.

gentleman's winter stockings

I made them not match on purpose, cuz I felt like it.

blub socks stripies

I added some random stripies, but the stripies the yarn did by itself were pretty nice.

dutch heels

I did make the heels match, and I did do the Dutch heel. It was interesting to step away from my heel flap heel for once. Refreshing, even.

I finished knitting these super-fast. (Well. The fact that the yarn is worsted weight kinda helped.) It was totally unintentional, but they were finished on the blub’s birthday so I wrapped him up and gave them to him. Bonus birthday present. He was quite pleased. So much so that he wore them that day. Worsted weight socks. In July. Mild summer or not, that’s pretty hard-core. I guess he just loves me. Or loves handknit socks. Either. Both.

Pair two: the me pair!

beer and the socks

Gettin’ lucky socks
Pattern: Um. Gentleman’s Plain Winter Sock with Dutch Heel, by Nancy Bush from Knitting Vintage Socks (rav)
Yarn: Crown Mountain Farms Sock Hop, 2 skeins of Say a Little Prayer
Needle: US 3
Start to finish: July 13 to 31

Yes, these are the same pattern as the ones I knit for Nels. I guess I just liked knitting them. Called the gettin’ lucky socks because the color reminds me of Good Luck Bear.

(BTW, while playing with Care Bears with my best friend Stacey was the first time I used the word ‘dick’ in a sentence.* We were seven. We laughed and laughed! Ah, childhood.)

Is there anything else to say here? The awesome was screaming to continue. I let it.

sock hop toesies

Didn’t do the Dutch heel here (I guess I can only take so much refreshing at once) but that was about the only difference.

socks and flowershappy socksIzzy and the socks

And. Um. Yeah, that’s it. About the only other thing I’ve been doing (besides working and wishing I was home on my porch) is gardeny type stuff. And taking lots of pictures of gardeny type stuff. Lots.

Indiana musk melonnasturtium in the gardenblack eyed susansbeans!Queen Anne's lace and fenceFunny looking beanmatersconeflowers in the sun

Yep. Lots!

Sigh. My porch is so nice. I wish you all could come over and sit with me and knit. But speaking of that, I have to go now. I have to go sit on a porch (not mine) and drink martinis and knit with The Best Knitting Group Ever (TM). Wanna come?

*For the curious: Stacey was playing with Wish Bear, who was a girl bear, and she made her say, “I have to go powder my nose.” So I felt I should make my bear go to the bathroom, too. The trouble was, I was playing with Love-A-Lot bear, who was a boy bear. My seven-year-old mind worked feverishly. What the heck did boys say when they had to go to the bathroom? Coming up with nothing, I blurted out, “I have to go polish my dick!” And then, as you might imagine, hilarity ensued.

I would have ROCKED a girl group like this one. Er, except I’m not that flexible.

Make sure you watch the whole thing. The best part is the end.

(And thanks Claire, for letting us know that such things exist. How did I get on before this?)

Kelpie died quietly on Thursday night. We buried her beneath the apple tree.

I miss her a lot.

You may or may not have noticed, but I haven’t really been blogging much lately.

Yeah, I know what I said before. I’ve been busy. Yup, this is true. But that book review is done and printed (it was in Science a few weeks back, squee). And although I have been working a lot more lately, I haven’t been so busy that I couldn’t blog.

So here’s the real issue: el mojo is el gone-o.

And the funny thing? It’s not just the blogging. It’s the knitting, too. I’ve barely been doing it.

I don’t know what the deal is. In the past when this has happened, I’ve knit some dishcloths or something like that, then I wanted to pick my needles back up again. This time? No dice. The only thing I’ve really been knitting is this.


They are squares. They are for a blanket. They are neat.

I saw a Gee’s Bend quilt in the paper a few months ago that was fantastically rock awesome. And I said, I wonder if I can knit that? So I am. Not replicating it exactly, more knitting a blanket inspired by it. I also managed to buy and trade for enough Karabella Aurora 8 worsted weight to make a good sized throw (for really not that much money). It’s squishily delicious and a dream to knit. But I find I’m not really picking it up that often. Just don’t feel like it. It’s a sad and strange state of affairs for me.

I guess I’ll get over it eventually. But I’m slowly slowly making new squares. Oh, also! I’m still looking for single balls of Aurora 8 in bright colors if anyone has any they want to trade or sell. Here’s my trade page on Ravelry. I’m also thinking it’s time to cull the stash, so I might be open to sell/trade stuff NOT on my trade pages. I dunno, try me.

I have been playing in some dirt. I finally got some flowers planted on the front porch.

celosia planter

potted portulacahanging portulaca

That’s just some of them. I think it looks nice. I like it.

The garden is also doing well. It’s been hot as shit and humid as, well, water. It’s also been quite rainy at night, which is just about ideal tomato weather. And they look fantastic. Unfortunately, so do the weeds, which have about reached critical mass. I’ve decided that this doesn’t really bother me–they tend to be in the paths, not in the beds. I can live with that. But only up to a point. When it cools down a bit, like it’s supposed to later this week, I may forgo pulling for taking them down with the weed whacker.

In other news, Kelpie’s still hanging in there.


But she gets a little worse every day. I find myself thinking that I might soon have to make a really hard decision. I’d really rather not think about that.

So instead I’m daydreaming about toy patterns. One of my verygoodbestest friends had a baby awhile back (she named her Stella, is that cute or what?) and this baby needs a knitted toy. I have a few ideas, but I’d love to get some weird suggestions from my weird readers. I’m seriously considering a dangercrafts monster, but I could be swayed. Leave your idea in the comments and I’ll love you forever.

K, bye bye now.

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a maiden. And this maiden had some Yarn.

rowan summer tweed

The maiden was not so fond of this Yarn, which was called Ye Olde Rowan Summer Tweede. Long ago, she had been told by an wicked yarn store owner that it would be a great substitute for Annie Modesitt’s lovely corset tank top, which is knit in Artyarns Regal Silk. A more practiced knitter would have immediately seen through this ploy, and laughed in the face of the wicked, wicked yarn store lady. Our fair maiden was NOT experienced at this point, and she bought six (!) skeins of the stuff. And so she trip-trapped back to her cottage-in-the-woods, prepared for many hours of knitting happiness.

Dear readers, you can probably guess what happened next.

After many hours of swatching, washing, re-swatching, washing, hoping and praying, the maiden was forced to admit defeat.

“Fie!” she cried as she flung the Yarn away from her. “A pox on you, ye monsterous Summer Tweede! I curse your lack of drape! I curse your non-elasticity! I curse your complete failure to give me my required gauge!”

Newborn blanket corner

But most of all, our fair maiden cursed the sly and duplicitous yarn store owner, and vowed never to heed the advice of that forked tongue again. (By the way, this same yarn store owner had also asked the maiden to give her a copy of the corset pattern, because “they had run out at the store, and wanted to sell some more.” Needless to say, the maiden refused most haughtily. Can you believe that shit?)

And lo, she banished the Yarn to the deepest, farthest corners of her stash, so she would never have to look on the beastly stuff again.

At one point, our maiden even swapped away the Yarn. However, the yarn she received in return was very much not to her taste, and the friendly Fairy Godmother who swapped with her was gracious enough to reverse it. So the Yarn returned to lurk in the stash once again, and was not seen for many an age.

Then one day, our maiden Remembered Something.

She remembered that day that a certain wee babe came into her life. She also remembered a promise she made on this day, that this babe would have a blanket, and this blanket would be made by the maiden’s own hands. Then our maiden realized that the first anniversary of the babe’s arrival was fast approaching, and that she had better get cracking on this blanket knitting crap.

Blankie with flowers

The maiden had planned on making a Babette for the babe, but this Wasn’t Working Out. An evil witch must have cursed the maiden with Crochet Clutsiness (there is no other explanation). So our maiden gave it up as a bad job. But then she remembered again! Remembered a lovely pattern she had seen in the Good Witch Ysolda‘s latest book, Whimsical Little Knits, the Hap Blanket. It was simple and pure, and thus perfect for the wee babe.

And our maiden’s mind also turned to the Yarn. Yes, it had done her wrong in the past. But wasn’t it also simple and pure? And beautiful as well? And did it also not contain any wooly bits? The wee babe’s skin was very delicate after all, and prone to itchy rashes (poor babe).

After a quick test with the Yarn and a box of matches (no flammables on babe’s bed!), it was perceived adequate. And thus the knitting was begun!

Luckily for our fair maiden, she began the knitting far earlier than was necessary. For when the town crier announced that the babe’s 1st birthday party would be held approximately one month early, our maiden lost not one night of sleep. Ye Blankie was done.

Newborn blanket

(The wee babe’s daddy was called away by His Lordship the Captain’s army, and had to leave before babe’s actual birthday. He’ll be gone for half a year. Please wish him godspeed on a safe journey home.)

The celebration of the babe’s birth was most satisfactory. Much cake was smeared onto the babe’s face. And hair. And eyebrows.

Happy cake baby

And there was much rejoicing.

Wee babe was cleaned up before presentation of the blankie, but the fair maiden was glad she gave babe’s mommy washing instructions, sewn right to said blankie. Mommies of three wee babes and a husband far away don’t have time to remember that type of shit.

Directions and love

And then the moment came.

Lady AliceAlice and Mom and blankie

And they all lived happily ever after.

Alice with the blankie

The End.

Newborn Blanket, one year late
Pattern: Hap Blanket, by Ysolda Teague
Yarn: Rowan Summer Tweed, 3 skeins cotton bud, 1.5 skeins oat
Needle: US 9
Started: April 22
Finished: June 2
Mods: didn’t do stripes in garter stitch part, smaller yarn and smaller needle (finished size was ~30 inches square)
For: Lady Alice Catherine on the occasion of her first birthday, which much much much much much much love

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