I'm joining the yarn-along with Ginny and friends today. There are so many good projects being shared, so if you have a few moments, it's worth a peek.
Sweet Sunshine is my most appreciative knitting recipient. I can make her anything and she is delighted. When she saw my Odessa from a few months ago, she was so complimentary that I knew she needed a matching one. I used some leftover wool from her vest (which, for some absurd reason makes it feel like it's free, though I know I actually did pay money for the yarn).
My first attempt came out too small and this one is the same sizing as my own. I like this pattern which was a challenge at first because I had to stay so focused, but this time around it was a very natural, easy knit. I'm learning as a I go...
So then, why would this happen? My biggest knitting calamity yet.
I began a sweater for my littlest boy but the yarn and needles were different than the pattern called for. I tried and the first came out too small (said baby bear) and the second one, an inch from finishing the body, ahem, came out too big (said papa bear) so I'm hoping/wishing/needing number three to come out just right. I've never been so remorseful about a knitting mistake and I'd probably have frogged it by now, except, you see, there is this little boy who comes and picks it up every morning to see if there's been any progress. He's more than a wee concerned that I haven't knit in a few days.
But the best knitting of all, I'm saving for last. Absolutely. The. Best. Knitting. Ever. (According to me, and as the Number One Fan I get to assign this generous title.)
My seven year old son's First Grade Sky Scarf. I came across this idea on Pinterest last year and thought it was brilliant for a new knitter. On school days (or if the passion may strike, any day) two rows are knit to reflect the colour of the sky. We simplified it to four colours: light blue (sunny), dark blue (stormy), white (snowy), and grey. Forrest is a good knitter and by nature, not much of a complainer. There are some days that he will sit eagerly, chatting away and knit up his two rows in no time. And then there are other days that he will plod along a little more slowly, a little less eagerly. And then there are other days, only a few times really, that he will be distracted and the rows will come out all higgeldy piggeldy and Mama comes in to untangle the mess. But, at the end of his knitting session, he (always) will hold it up and squint at it and declare that he likes his knitting just fine.
For several weeks before Christmas, Forrest's Sky Scarf was abandoned for a different knitting project...a gift for his sister. He steadily carried on with determination, and some gentle nudgings, too, and created this...
Sunshine watched him knit it up, reminding him who the gift was for. But it didn't really look like much, til Forrest and I secretly stitched it up together and stuffed it (I stitched, he stuffed). And suddenly, it came to life! Sunshine was so happy with it, she said it was her best gift ever! Forrest was so happy with it, he slept with it for one night before he gave it to his sister. This is one well-loved lambie.
I'm pretty obsessed with dyeing wool right now, and this book of mine is getting read from cover to cover, for the fourth time, I think. It is called Harvesting Color by Rebecca Burgess an it is a gem of photos and knowledge, organized so ideally by seasons.
I also inherited a copy of The Spiritual Tasks of the Homemaker by Manfred Schmidt-Brabant which has been at the top of my book list for far too long. I have not yet read much more than a few pages, but I understand it suggests a way to bring more spirituality (in the Steiner sense) to one's chosen role as a homemaker. In the past, the duties of the household were shared among many, but in our time, "the household rests with the homemaker alone....(and) she neither lives up to her ideals nor does she fulfill the expectations of her family. This is at the root of her great frustration, and it is tearing the family apart...The homemaker has a significant amount of work to do which she can hardly manage physically. A deep hopelessness arises, leading to loneliness..." While this sounds very negative, it is simply the launching of why the need for a spiritual, anthroposophic approach to homemaking is vital to the mother, and to the family. Food for thought.