Hubby’s sweater is a bust. One of Little B’s sweaters is too big, and I lost the pattern for the other I’m knitting her. DD#2 changes her mind daily about what she likes, so I’m beginning to think this may not be a good Christmas to knit for her. And then there’s this, my Mom’s Christmas sweater.
I finished the sleeve last night. Today I will reknit it for the 4th time. My first time in, I realized the gauge was too loose. Frog. Re-knit. Now it’s too tight. Frog. Re-knit. (That’s what happens when you put a project down for a year or two.) Now it’s juuuuuust right. Kind of like the Three Bears, only not. Frog. Re-knit. Why, you ask? I followed the pattern exactly. My gauge is perfect. But the daggone sleeve is so tight I can’t bend my elbow. And no I don’t have fat arms! (Well, maybe a little pudgy, but not fat. Can one have voluptuous arms?) This sleeve and I are going to come to blows if it doesn’t come out right this time.
My Sister’s Big, Fat, Christmas Sweater I finished Shannon’s last year’s Christmas present. (Except for the buttons, the bane of my knitting existence. Notice the temporary closure?) It’s actually more coatish, but it will definitely keep her warm on frigid bus duty days. That’s one thing I do not miss about teaching. Hmm. Looks like I forgot to sew up one side of the collar.
Knitting Story I had to have an x-ray this morning, so I stuck a hat in my purse to work on while I waited. An elderly gentleman and his wife sat down near me, and the man commented to his wife, "Look at her crocheting! She's not even looking at what she’s doing. Why don’t you learn to do that? Is that knitting or crocheting?" "It’s knitting," I responded, happy to be noticed for the amazing knitter that I am. "What are you knitting?" "A hat." "That must be for your grandson." What!?!? And I thought I looked like spring chicken today.
25 knitting days until Christmas!