Yarn Dogs
Everyone has at least one, those well intentioned projects that get side-lined for whatever reason. Scrounging about for yarn dogs was not on my list of goals for this new year. However, I found the double hat trick cap I started knitting before I went back to grad school (now, THERE's a good reason to stop knitting), and since it's turning out way too small for my head (or any other adults)....and since I don't have any small people in my life at present, I've decided to rename it the "Anyway you want it tea cosy". Yup, this inside outside number will service my teapot nicely. It's thick, double-knit; the colors will brighten the winter day.
I started knitting the striped side with a provisional caston, knit for about 10 inches, then started the polka dot pattern for the same length. It was at this point when I was accepted into Stanford and the knitting stalled while the work piled up. I'm now at the point where I can shape the top of both ends.

The long tube will eventually get inverted as desired - dot side out or striped side out, with a rolled cuff.

Santa Cruz Stitch & Bitch Saturday 01.06.07
Friend Margaret, the acupuncturist extraordinaire and all time knitting whizkid, and I decided to check out the local knitting caffe-klatch. What a lovely group of people, all ages, and flavors. I look forward to going next week.
Demure Amy rips out a super soft throw she was working on for her sister. Apparently they weren't talking (or talking well of one another) while she was working on it, and she felt the vibes weren't right. Now thay they're back on speaking terms, she wants to create another one that reflects reconciliation. Which brings up the whole notion of what we knit into our projects. I've been praying (or at least thinking well of whomever wears them) over the socks meant for the tribal elders. I can't begin to imagine who will get the article, but I can only hope that they will feel loved and valued by it.

Postal Aran
John agreed to paste down the cockatiel hair spike ( the bed head do he usually sports on Sunday mornings) to allow me to photograph the postal blue aran sweater I knit late last year.


