There is some wool yarn that has been stalking me for years after my love affair with it has long gone. 20 plus years later I gave up on ever making the kids little coats. I did not know at the time they would be in their 20s by the time I got around to actually using the yarn, so I had bought way too little.
My go-to item for thicker yarn of which I only have a small quantity is a hat. Now that my repertoire has expanded it might include fingerless mitts. But a few years back a hat it was. There was enough to make many hats but I limited myself to two. Son Toby never wore his and eventually returned it. Husband Stephen was much nicer about it but eventually also complained about the itchiness of the material.
Earlier this year I’ve tried a man shoulder bag that I frogged yesterday and started over. This time it’ll be a felted man bag. But it might have different dimensions from my intentions. I know that felting can change a lot, but this bag is too wide to keep hope alive. I could sew it sideways for a different bag, wider than tall. It is the fashion now, right?
Or I will give up and throw or give the yarn away. Here is a picture of my latest attempt.
Good intentions and all, I just can’t get in the habit of writing this blog. The knitting seems to get in the way. Having finished a sweater for Stephen yesterday I find myself at a loss for a new ‘big’ project. You know, the one I get to buy tons of yarn for, plan, find a pattern, plan, find the right colors, plan, find the yarn, plan….
For now I’ll settle on socks and fingerless gloves etc. little projects. I don’t have enough friends that need fingerless gloves. It has been way too warm in Northern California. If this is a hint of climate change to come, I fear for the knitting industry here.
The pattern of the sweater in the picture has been haunting me for a while. It’s simple, but it was speaking to me, loudly. There is another pattern from a book of Japanese knits I believe that is screaming out loud to be knitted by me. If only I could remember the book…. This is what happens, I’m in the store with Stephen browsing knitting books, finding a pattern or two. I will ask him to write down the name of the books, Stephen is very handy that way, always ready with pen and a tiny piece of paper and tiny handwriting. I would have to search for my glasses first, ask someone for paper and pen, and never find it again in my purse. Stephen has all these little papers in his pockets and ready for me when needed. Except when he releases these papers to me and they are tiny and oh so hard to find again.
Why don’t I buy the books? If there is only one pattern I like it seems sort of an expensive adventure. I look at our library first, then if I find something like it on ravelry. This system works pretty well for me.
I have knitting fever. Am in a knitting frenzy and am wondering how long that can last. As fast as I pick up an activity and totally immerse myself in it, I can move on just as fast. But knitting has been with me most of my life, and so has my stash of yarns.