Blankets knit from the center out are trying companions: they go lightning fast at first when you have only a handful of stitches in each round, and then slowly increase in size until it takes an hour or worse to finish a single row. Fair warning that during your third trimester, this will seem a cruelly parallel trajectory to the gestational process.
I’ve accused previous years’ zucchini plants of trying to hook my ankles with their tendrils and yank me down into the canopy, and there’s no reason to suspect less treachery from this generation.
If I started knitting this cardigan today, I’d be finished in July. Maybe August.
These days, I get up at 5am so I can have 45 minutes of time alone sitting at the kitchen table, knitting and wishing I were drinking coffee. Pictures from breakfasts past: There’s… Read More
At least not mine. Not with his heart in it. And so I reclaim Earnestly Well-Meant Christmas Present of 2006 for my very own this fall. It is too soft and meringue-colored… Read More
1. This winter’s sweater is finished and wonderfully warm, which I can vouch for based on a weekend’s worth of uninterrupted wearing. 2. We drove out to pick up our Thanksgiving turkey on… Read More
enter the knitting
Good reasons to knit a wedding shawl: 1. some weddings are cold. 2. this shade of blue is fantastic. 3. it’s unlikely, though I will certainly try, that I will find an occasion… Read More
And the prize, it’s brilliant beyond mention: you either get a $50 yarn gift certificate, or TWO LIVE LOBSTERS mailed to your HOUSE.
