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.