Black Pants, White Fluff

So my Mum's friend's daughter gets pregnant. She's around nineteen (I mention this because she's around my age I have nothing against teenage mothers) I met her once. I knit the baby a hat and the mother a scarf. Then the question comes.

'If they buy the wool will you make them a baby cardigan?'

Sure, why not. Well I get given three balls of the white stuff no pattern, no buttons. So I use one of my Mum's old baby jumper patterns. But it's summer and they want the baby to wear it home they want a cardigan.

Without buttons I start improvising from one of my Mum's cardigan patterns. Never mind that it's thick as anything and nowhere near summer appropriate. This is what I have so far.

She was induced yesterday. Good Luck. Even if this cardigan wants me to knit condom cosies. Yeah, like I'm getting any.

Blue Cabled Hamsterjam

Done

My life has become overrun by blue mohair. It skitters across the living room like dust balls. There’s a collection of mohair ‘beads’ by my mothers bed. I’ve ingested it more times than I care to think about. Both my Denise’s and my hands have been dyed blue.

But it’s done. And in a couple of days I’ll have fabric and a finished wrap. Although it was finished by my ten day limit there was no reason too. I’m not going to be able to meet up with Tom this week. Next weekend though. With a new blue wrap. And a slightly sore shoulder.

Carry on

I went to watch the Heywood third team trounce Royton. The third team is where they put those too young or old to play in the first or second team. My fourteen year old cousin is on it.

Rather than be stuck at a cricket match with no knitting I took my patterned vest. But I picked up the wrong make up bag. I brought lipsticks rather than knitting tools. Gah. I ended up using my Mum’s window key as a cable needle. Hay, it worked.

Just getting started

While Tom is away I have the perfect opportunity to make him something small and cute. I want to knit a hamster. I’m basing the body vaguely on the mice in Stitch and Bitch Nation and I have it all worked out. Expect a post where everything goes wrong.

Still must do the ugly baby jacket for the baby (which is also going to be ugly because those things are)

Shoulders, what shoulders?

I found the camera! So here is a real entry.

The yarn I was using for the Sweet Pea Shawl was looking too thick especially in black… it looked quite fishing net. I may try it with some DK weight black. I hope I will, at least.

So, as you can tell from my inexplicably changing progress bars, I’m now working on knitting the Multilayered Tube Shawl in blue KSH. I bought it last year for a project with KSH and Big Wool, the KSH was on sale but I could never afford the Big Wool. The Shawl is from AlterKnits and is worked in the round. And is bloody boring. I think shall have to seriously take up lace. That way I can make something more challenging and impressive should I find some cheap Kid Silk Haze.

I’ll need some fabric to thread thought the middle. I’ll need a trip to Bury Market (voted the best market in the UK or England… one of them) and possibly my Nan’s. She can help me sew. I’m… not good in that department.

I’ve been knitting it a round and about for three weeks now. That picture is of me in the park. Taken by Tom (thank you ) I’ve also knit it in bars in London, Regent’s Park, Tom’s parents house, restaurants in Ramsbottom, three different beds, and my bedroom which doesn’t have a bed. I would really rather it be done in the next ten days.

I’ve been taking advantage of the half-price Rowan sale (and free shipping!) at my all time favourite online wool shop Stash to buy four balls of Ribbon Twist in Rumba (tension square above) which I want to use to make Charlotte from Rowan 38. Yummers. I’m in a shoulder covering mood.

But first!

I’m going to have to use those three balls of white fluffycrap to make a baby cardi. The apples are just to make the picture interesting.

Green Goats and Hamsters

Did you notice? On the pictures of Monty? He was wearing something. A goat cosy? No, a wrist warmer…

I was up late a few nights before Valentines Day and decided to knit it for Tom. I was going to do a big purled 'T' but I went for something more personal. A green goat. Look, I didn't intend for it to be so satanic looking.

Well it didn't fit. I knew I should only fall for men with girly proportions. Strangely Tom still wore it and even showed it to his Mum. She, no doubt thinks I'm a. a Satanist and b. a bad knitter. Much like my mother, in fact.

I've finally got around to knitting a fitting one. It looks like this (only without the needle coming out of the top)