Keeping My Needles Clicking and Clacking

Mass producing Curly Purly Soakers has been keeping my knitting needles a clicking.

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I am using O’Wool Classic Worsted in six different colors with plans to make a stripey one with the leftovers.

These are for a commission knit that I am working on, for, sadly, my cloth diapering days appear to be over. (We have transitioned The Blessing to disposable diapers.) I wish I had tried this pattern sooner, though, because it is really quite clever. And free. The shaping is done mostly by changing needle size, and I used a wide range of needles for the above soakers – from size 2 to cast on and work the ribbing, to size 6 for the main body, and size 4 for the legs and the transition from waistband to main body. I think that these will stay up quite nice despite not having a drawstring, which is how I always have kept my baby’s britches up.

Distracting me from the above knitting is this.

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Sweater of my own design using madelinetosh Tosh Chunky in the colors Oxblood, Norway Spruce, and Glazed Pecan

It started as a few skeins of endless possibility and a winter spent wishing for a big, squishy, cozy sweater. Add to that a fun sweater knit along with some of my favorite people on Ravelry and I am hooked. Funny thing is, the KAL runs from Memorial day weekend to Labor Day weekend, and I am going to be done quite soon indeed.

I am working it as a simple, top down raglan with ever increasing fronts and a shawl collar. The stripes are inspired by Reflected Lines, a pattern available through Ravelry.

So, what is keeping your needles moving?

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Just Call Me Benedict

I feel so guilty. Like a traitor to the knitting world. I have gone against my wooly good sense. I have thrown away years of lanolized conviction.

I switched to pocket diapers.

For years I used contour diapers with Snappi and wool soaker. For years I have sewn my own cloth diapers and dutifully knit covers. I have an extensive library of patterns for soakers, longies, and skirties. I have most of them memorized.

But, Ladies, I must confess that I am tired of knitting soakers. I am, dare I say it?, *sick* of knitting soakers. And it casts a pallor on everything that I knit. “This lace sure is fun, but I ought to be knitting another soaker…”

And then, a friend (and fellow knitter) gave me five pocket diapers. Just enough for a trip to town, or a few hours with a babysitter. And I was hooked. I mean, seriously hooked. All of the sudden I wasn’t the only one in the house who would change a diaper. It was liberating, I tell you.

I was so giddy with my new found freedom that I ordered a few more of the wonderful little things (a few or twenty five. Whatever).

The point is that now I can knit whatever I want! All that worsted weight yarn? It is totally freed up to be used on *whatever I want!*

I may be the Benedict Arnold of the Knitting World, but I think I can live with that. Meanwhile I am going to hand this stinky baby to The Man for him to change and I am going to knit a not-a-soaker knitting project.

Life is good.