Something Inspirational

Inspiration is everywhere. Here are a few things that have inspired me recently (the following photos are not mine, but are taken from their respective websites).

A Wee Mouse in a Tin House

Pocket Bear

Blossom Mama and Her Baby (and really all of the toys at This Cosy Life)

Miffy and her Balloon (I think this is my favorite)

I guess I am in a toy making mood today!

That Was Easy

A new creation just flew off my needles with only one frogging on the path to success.

Three things about this knit.

1. It doesn’t get much easier than this. A garter stitch scarf on large needles, picked up 32 stitches along the center of one side, kfabbed in each stitch on the way back, then worked a blown up version of the Stella Pixie Hat over 64 stitches, grafting the top together with some kitchener magic. My only difficulty was determining the amount of stitches to pick up, so I did have to frog it once, when I realized that it would only fit someone with a freakishly small head.

2. It doesn’t get much easier than this. My daughter’s smile was all the reward I needed. She is so easy to please and though I hate this yarn, it was worth it.

3. It doesn’t get much easier than this. Even the photo shoot was short and sweet. I’ve got a great knitted item on a beautiful model just as the sunset cast a beautiful pinkish tint to the world. That is a formula for fabulous pictures.

Oh, and the remaining 20 yards or so of this yarn went in the garbage. That was easy, too. 🙂

I Can Take a Hint

When your daughter rigs your yarn cabinet to drop that yarn that you promised to make into a hood for her right on your head, it is time to fulfill that promise. So this is what I was doing this weekend.

Some time near the dawning of this knitting obsession of mine, I ordered 5 balls of Knit Picks Suri Dream to make a baby sweater for a friend. You read that right. I ordered FIVE balls for a newborn sweater. I had never heard of Malabrigo or Madelinetosh or anything other than what was available at Joann’s Craft Store. Knit Picks was my first mail order yarn experience and I fell in love with the furry softness of Suri Dream right off (it is purple, after all). I am sure that you know how the story goes. The baby sweater used less than one ball, so I made a coccoon for that same baby (to match the sweater of course), and still had over two balls left.

Not too many months passed before The Bookworm asked me for a scarf. Out came the Suri Dream and the big needles and I very smartly whipped out a luscious, fuzzy, purple, garter stitch scarf.

Now a few years later, that last ball of Suri Dream was still taking up space in the stash. I hate that yarn now that I have tasted of finer yarns, and it’s fuzziness (which I once thought of as charming and luxurious) drives me absolutely batty.

Inspiration struck me a few weeks ago when The Bookworm complained of cold ears while she rode her bike. Her scarf needs a hood. I have more of that yarn. If I were to make a hood for that scarf it would use up all of the Suri Dream and I would never have to knit with it again. I got a little excited about this idea and I told The Bookworm of my plans. She approved and it went in my mental queue.

Alas for the poor hood-to-be, I am about as fickle a knitter as any you’re likely to meet, and I promptly forgot about this idea as I moved on to other things.

Enter the yarn cabinet booby-trap that changed the course of my knitting (for this weekend, anyway). So, like a good mother/knitter, I am doing what I said I would. I am slogging on with this horrible furry yarn out of sincere love for my eldest daughter. But I have learned one thing.

I need to stop telling the kids what I am going to knit for them next. That and to watch for falling yarn when opening up the stash cabinet.

The Enabler

That’s me, much to the chagrin of every husband whose wife knits with me.

Case in point – Yesterday my Knitting Buddy was here and she used my computer to place a Mr. Yarn order. Her goal was some Malabrigo Sock in Archangel (that’s example number one. She knew she wanted that because she saw this in my yarn cabinet).

Malabrigo Arroyo in Archangel, slated to be Saffron for The Munchkin later on this year.

Apparently, archangel is a popular color, for it was already out of stock there and at Eat.Sleep.Knit. That was when I swooped in.

“Well,” I said, helpfully, “What about Finito?” This was partly selfish – Finito is a new yarn and I want to get my hands all over a ball of it ASAP. “Or,” I continued, “You could make sport weight socks. Arroyo is what I have here.” I pulled out the skein to remind her. “Or, you know what? You could…”

And on it went, and I don’t even remember now what she decided. She did end up with some archangel in some base in her cart.

Now she was going to check out (and I am sorry about this) but there was only ONE ball of yarn in her cart and I just couldn’t keep quiet.

“Is that all you need?” I started with need.

“What else am I going to need yarn for?” She wondered out loud. She really is a good girl. (Note to her husband – it is all my fault.)

“What about just getting some inspiration yarn?” I ventured. “You know, yarn that has no plan, but is just yarn for the sake of yarn?” I handed her a skein of Handmaiden Casbah. I know, I know. That isn’t fair. I am ashamed of myself.

“What are you going to make out of this?” She asked, and I think she may have swooned a little.

“I have no idea,” I replied cheerfully. “That is inspiration yarn. I bought it because it is gorgeous and maybe someday I will make something with it. But for now I just pet it and enjoy it for what it is – a skein of very beautiful yarn.”

She thought about this for a second. I could see the gears turning. But then, “No” she said, handing it back to me. “I need to have a plan. What else do I want to make?”

I let her stew a minute longer before trying again. (I told you that I am bad)

“You know,” I spouted philosophically, waving the Casbah in the air as I spoke (I tend to talk with my hands), “Yarn is not really ‘material’ for me. It is more of a collection. People collect spoons, and no one ever says, ‘Why don’t you ever use all those spoons there on the wall? Why are you buying another spoon when you already have hundreds of spoons on little racks in your dining room? You don’t even use the spoons that you already have.’ Yarn is my collection, and I don’t think it needs to have a purpose…” I trailed off, letting that idea sink in.

She ended up with four balls of yarn in her cart at check out.

Ahem.

I just realized something. I am doing it again. While I am telling you this story about what an enabler I am, I keep flashing pictures of gorgeous yarns with links to those yarns making it so easy for you to fall in love and have it in your hands for a small monetary sum and a few days wait.

Whoops! There I go again. (That happens to be Cherry Tree Hill Supersock Select in the Dusk colorway, available here. Heeeheeeheee)

Yup. I am an enabler. Maybe you should hide this post from your husbands…..