For nephews with May birthdays, mittens always seem a little silly. As cold as it’s been this year, they may need to wear them before fall.
I’ve felt for a while like I’ve been in a knitting rut: I’m not really trying new things; I have my go-to projects and patterns and I haven’t really strayed far from them. I want to try this year to attempt new patterns through I know there’s going to be plenty of the old standbys as well.
I have a multitude of pattern books acquired with great intentions of projects to come. Knitting Gifts for Baby I actually won in a contest on a blog a couple of years ago. My youngest niece is quite likely the last baby in the family for a while so with her first birthday this past week, my opportunity for baby knits was diminishing rapidly.
Twas the night before Christmas and here on my land
I was tearing my hair, strand by strand by strand
Different I said this year would be
I’d have time to sit and enjoy the tree
But alas you know what it is they say
When you’ve become so set in your ways:
You’ve got to flexible; learn to adapt.
I’ve often thought that was a load of crap
I was going to be ready; my knitting complete
This Christmas the kids would have warm “little” feet.
This fall I read my second murder mystery set on Grand Manan. As a disclaimer, I should mention murder is pretty rare on the island as is most violent crime. I sometimes forget to lock my doors and I leave the keys in my car while at work. I still have my car but sometimes the wind will blow my door open.
That being said, I really enjoyed the story in this book. It was written by an ex-RCMP officer who, while never stationed on Grand Manan, did work a few shifts on the island. There were some inconsistencies between real life and the book (some of which he acknowledges) but I didn’t find them jarring or disruptive to the narrative. The fact it was set in the 1960s also helped in that regard. In fact, it was easy to picture some of the places and events in the book: the unrelenting fog for days springs to mind. The mystery portion was intriguing enough to keep my interest without being so tense I couldn’t sleep at night (an important component of my nighttime reading). I’d definitely recommend this book as a mystery and for its Grand Manan connection.
Fall also means a rash of birthdays with a double whammy in the middle of the month. Since their birth, my nieces have worn pink and purple which was sometimes the only way I could identify who was who. So, their birthday mittens reflected those colours. (My own pattern in Knit Picks Swish Worsted Brights Vibrant Violet and Pucker).
Linking up with other Yarn Along readers and knitters.
Over the summer a friend returned to me a couple of hats I had knit for her little guy that he had outgrown. One I gave to my 3 year old nephew and he’s been wearing it this fall. The other was smaller and plain brown:
The littlest baby in the family is a girl. Not only does she have three older brothers, there’s 7 years and 4 boys between her and my next youngest niece, so I thought the hat needed a little pick me up before she received it:
The solution: a little pink flower in some leftover yarn from the newborn hat if her brother had been a girl.
Pattern: Simple Knitted Flower
Yarn: Filatura Di Crosa Zarina (apparently discontinued; I liked the yarn for baby projects.)
I’ve never made it a secret that my least favourite part of knitting is the actual finishing. You know, sewing up and weaving in the ends. It’s not hard, or complicated. It’s just one of those things that it’s easier to throw in a pile and move on to actual knitting.
A couple of weekends ago, I collected up all my not-quite-finished projects. I have to admit to some shock when I saw the pile: