My dirty little secret

September 26, 2008

I can no longer carry around this guilt inside. I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t say something. So you, my dear readers, shall be my priest as I give my confession.

I have been having an affair. I know, I know. Really, with a baby in the house, where would I find the time. I’m not really sure how it happened, or even when the mere flirtations became serious. We met at JoAnn Fabrics. Now don’t get me wrong I love my yarn, but well, there were prints, and corduroys, and denims. I…I…Iam weak. I have been sewing. All summer long. Everything from clothes to cloth diapers. There, I said it. I feel better already. Strangley enough, I approached my knitting about the “other craft” and my knitting didn’t mind, especially the cloth diapers. It said, “Sew some cloth diapers with your sewing machine, then come to me and knit woolies to cover them.” I thought, could this really work? The three of us? Together? Well we are going to give it a try. Don’t tell sewing this, but knitting is my long term love, we have been together for twenty years. Sewing…it’s usually a summer fling.


Mittens! Foiled again…

September 1, 2008

So I cast on my Magic Yarn Ball yarn again for a pair of mittens. I was working on them up at my Aunt and Uncle’s cabin over Labor Day weekend. I had finished the cuff and was halfway through the thumb gusset when I picked them up round the campfire to work on them. Well, one of my cousin’s had a new friend with her. And this new friend was very cold and shivering. So I did what any good knitter would do. I looked good and hard at those mittens and thought, “Hmmm, that thumb gusset kind of looks like a chest piece, and that cuff looks like a neck…” and so the mittens were sacrificed once again. Click the picture of my yarn to see what my mittens morphed into.

That is Pebbles, a toy fox terrier. I just couldn’t help it, she was just shivering so much. At one point she came over to me, sniffed my knitting bag and then crawled inside and curled up in my yarn. BTW, her sweater wasn’t much bigger than my mitten would have been and there is still plenty left over for my mittens. 😉