You Know You Want It

… some knitting that is. There has been the maniacal turning of long stringy things into wearable garments. Some glimpses here:

Having hoarded some Malabrigo in Red Java (with an idea that I’d knit the Hot Lava cardigan but then decided I really didn’t like the poofy back), I then got this month’s Interweave Knits and within minutes had cast on this (from the cover):

Only trouble is, I keep stopping to pet it. I’ve also made other people pet it. It makes them feel better about life. I also stop just to gaze lovingly at the color, which looks something not very much like this:

It’s not the recommended yarn (what’s that anyway) and bugger gauge because it’s too beautiful to care. Actually, I care a little. I had to go up a needle size and the gauge is just a little small which is fine because I’m knitting a size which is just a little big but keeping the length measurements for the smaller size and then just petting and gazing and inviting others to pet and gaze.

A less tactile (I try not to pet yarn too much when it is already on other people. Unless they ask me to) but still satisfying moment was when Kaela stopped by to show off her beautiful sideways Spencer. (Yes, okay, I’m bragging. It’s really pretty even though it came out a little small). And it looks perfect on her.

Too bad I’m better at knitting than shooting photos. Still, you get the idea.

There’s also been a hat for me and a hat for Helena. I’ll save those until I get someone to photograph us. There’s a third hat which is in its pre-felting stage but should probably still get a photo. Next time.

In related news, one rainy afternoon, the children decided (I convinced them it would be fun) to make knitting needles. We sharpened dowels and then sanded them and then rubbed them with waxed paper (which really works). Then we made clay tops. Here is Daniel waiting for the clay to dry.

Luckily, he eventually decided to do something else instead of willing the clay to dry faster with the power of his mind. So he decided to doodle roman numerals. Why can’t all these maniac schools just come over our house for an hour? Bugger the interviewing process; let’s give it to ‘em raw and undiluted. Then they’d know what they’re in for.

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