My name is Deb. I knit. I blog.
I didn't mean to stay away this long.
Between working, a wee one with a stubborn ear infection and life in general, blogging has gone by the wayside. Knitting, however, has not.
One day last week, Amy led my down the hall to the yarn room. (Oh, shut up; you all have a room too.) She announced that it was time for me to make her pink backpack. A three year old begging me to knit - hell yeah!
Dark photo, but shows the backpack and the girl in all their cuteness. She wears it for very long stretches of time, including some naps and bedtime.
Done in Paton's Classic, save for the bit of yellow in Knitpicks Palette.
I also answered the call from a friend who's a social worker in hematology. She had some bone marrow transplant patients in need of headwear.
This one's Jeanne Townsend's Chain Link Head Hug pattern, done in half a skein of Plymouth Sockotta. The other half went to another cap, which I neglected to photograph before packing it up for mailing. It's got a picot edge, one repeat of Pomotamus for the cuff, and a stockinette crown.
Being a good little yarn ho, I simply had to start my Circular Cardi. I did one (of six) hank's worth and I am in love.
I haven't totally abandoned the Supersock turtleneck, thought it's seen its share of neglect. It's now about 6 inches past the armhole openings. I have been doing try-ons periodically and am not entirely sure about the fit, but I shall trust my gauge measurement and solider on.
In a combination stash-dive and holiday-knit exercise, I whipped up this little scarf for my sweet little niece, Mary-Emma.
This is her:
And this is her scarf:
(Regia on 3 mm needle, knit in a tube.) And I think they'll be very happy together.
A little shawl that's too simple to be called lace continues to grow. Photos to follow after finishing and blocking.
SNL beckons. And when I say SNL, I mean knitting myself into oblivion and waking up with a crick in my neck and a puddle of drool in my lap. Will I ever learn?
Nope.
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