Casting on the Crumb cardigan by Andi Satterlund. It will be the first sweater knit by me, for me, and I’m excited! This week, I knit a gauge swatch or two.
I find that the humble sock is a perfect project. It’s small enough to be portable, and it’s not so large as to overheat a knitter in summer. They’re suitable for chatting over a cup of tea, or an evening glass of wine.
My fabric stash is minuscule compared to my Mum’s, so she granted me access to the treasure trove that is her cotton bin. It’s a huge Rubbermaid tub that’s full of swatches and remnants. Some of the contents date back almost 40 years.
Do you have a knitter in your life? Do you need to do some Xmas shopping? Check out the choices down below for a handy list of books for knitters!
I came across a strange artifact yesterday while I was cleaning a few surfaces in my home studio/office. It’s a strange plastic jar with a hole in the hinged lid. And it’s filled with socks waiting to be darned.
This week’s Top Ten Tuesday is a Hallowe’en Freebie! I invite you to take a look at my photos of Hallowe’en Pumpkins past.
I spend a lot of time in search of the perfect yarn for the perfect pair of socks. This year’s Christmas Socks need to be extra soft.
I woke up Friday morning to large white fluffy flakes falling outside my window. After a few bleary-eyed blinks to ensure I wasn’t hallucinating, I reached for the camera. I was aware that snow was coming, just not a day early. Perfect day to curl up in my office and work on the Phoenix blanket.
There are times when I find myself in that very odd situation where my perceived knowledge on a subject far outweighs my actual experience. You know the feeling, right? You’re merrily knitting away on a vanilla sock while your World of Warcraft character is taking the fifteen-minute flight between Undercity and Iron Summit when another crafty friend sends you a panicked message asking how to interpret a particularly tricky section of lace in the shawl they’re knitting.
I am the daughter of a long-time nail-chewer, and took up the habit myself when I was very young. I think I was around twelve or thirteen when the other girls my age started wearing nail polish. It was the 1980’s, and bright colours were a huge deal. The other girls had really nice manicures, even if they were DIY jobs. I had ragged, bitten nails. When I wore nail polish, it flaked off within minutes, let alone hours, and almost always looked awful.