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I am typically a pretty monogamous knitter. One project on the needles until it is finished. Every once in a while I get stuck and that project gets tucked into my basket to languish. I knew there was a sweater for the Big Girl buried deep in the basket. I hadn’t looked at it for at least a year and was figuring I’d rip it out and find another use for the yarn. I’m not certain it will even fit her at this point. Nevertheless, during my recent hunt for a project, I rescued it from the depths and discovered I was farther along than I remembered. Just have the sleeves and button bands to knit. Since I can’t remember the reason I put it aside, I decided to finish it. Baby Girl can wear it in a couple years. I will not let this UFO (unfinished object) taunt me any longer.
I grabbed the sweater, the pattern and my DPN roll and figured I was good to go. Have you seen my DPN collection?
I have every size from 0 to 13. Or so I thought. Turns out, the one size I am missing is the size called for in the pattern. Hmmm, maybe that’s why I put it aside in the first place.
My first instinct was to run to my favorite yarn shop and buy the missing needles. I stopped myself and channeled my cheap frugal hubby. At first I tried the Magic Loop method with a relatively long size 9 circular. Then I remembered my Denise interchangeable set and decided two circulars would suit me better. At least until I break down and go fill in the gap in my needle roll.
The Boy was diagnosed with strep throat on Monday. He started his antibiotics, but couldn’t go to school Tuesday, since it hadn’t been the requisite 24 hours. Hubby stayed home and they spent the day painting part of the coop, working in the garden and playing board games together.
At one point The Boy asked, “Daddy, do you know what B.D.I.T.W. stands for?”
“Umm, I don’t know.”
“Best Dad in the world.”
To think, this is the same child I was ready to ship to boarding school last week.
For Mother’s Day two years ago, Abby and I ditched the families and went to Shepherd’s Harvest Festival. (There is no rule that says a mother needs to spend the whole of Mother’s Day with her children, is there?)
So much fiber. So little money. I resisted so much beautiful yarn. Really. You should be impressed. Alas, I couldn’t leave empty-handed. That would be rude. I came home with a hank of lace weight suri alpaca from Little Gidding Farm. Given how much time I stood at the booth fondling all the hanks, I felt it was the right thing to do.
I pondered what to knit with it, but eventually the hank found a home in my bin o’ yarn. It was pulled out, petted and admired on more than one occasion, but I was saving it. Saving it for what? Apparently, I was saving it for inspiration.
Last week, I met friends for tea and knitting, but showed up with nothing to knit. The two women I was with stared at me uncomprehendingly when I said I didn’t have anything in the queue. In an attempt to jump-start my knitting mojo, I spent some time on Ravelry and came up with a couple potential projects. Unfortunately, I am woefully short on money to purchase yarn for those projects.
Plan B: survey what I own. I went digging through my stash. Mind you, the bulk of my stash is leftovers from completed projects. Single skeins. Partial skeins. Two, at the most. Eventually, I pulled out the lovely hank of alpaca and *voila* I was inspired.
The pattern is very easy to remember and I can even knit and talk at the same time. Very important for future knitting with friends.
On the way home from daycare:
Baby Girl : Where we goin’?
Baby Girl: NO! Not home. Where we goin’?
The Boy: Grandma’s son’s house.