My knitting bag may be a giant, disorganized jumble of random needles, loose stitch markers, and bits of torn paper containing invaluable (illegible) pattern development notes, but at least it’s color coordinated.
There’s the multi-toned blue sock that was going to be a holiday gift. Except it came out too small. So now it’s my sock. I have small feet. Maybe someday it will have a mate. My broken needle just might have been an omen?
And the toddler sock for Reed. I really want him to try it on to see if it fits and bask in the adorability of it all, but I am going to wait until his birthday in a few weeks or even possibility Christmas. If I can stand it. I am using my leftover Madelinetosh Sock in Shire from my first pair of socks. I love (hate?) that I can buy a skein of sock yarn and invariably have enough to knit myself a pair…and then knit my child a pair with the “leftovers.” And still have yarn left.
I am nearly done with my final test knit for an upcoming (one can only hope…) fingerless glove pattern (Madelinetosh Pashmina Worsted in Well Water)…pretending to ignore my row of twisted stitches. Head in sand. All is well here.
Except it’s not. Rip. Rip.
(My Waterlily Tee is blue too, but I took it out of my knitting bag over the weekend, having faced the facts that it would be on hiatus until next year.)
So far I have accomplished next to nothing in terms of holiday knitting. One toddler sock. Waa waa. At least I can give myself a gold medal for being a good mom. On most days, anyway.
(If your holiday knitting is also in need of some K-CPR (that’s Knitting CPR, in case you are wondering), I have just the patterns for you!
Mostly wishing my pesky ol’ life wasn’t getting in the way of my knitting time. Good grief!
Less typing! More knitting!