So, last night I was trying to watch telly and knit the above cable loveliness at the same time. Uh-oh. No can do. Too much concentration required on the knitting to make this a good option really. So I decided that this is obviously going to be a long project, perhaps only to be undertaken when my full attention is given. Therefore, I thought, why not go to your (new) favourite wool shop and get some wool for a jumper for the boy (from new Debblie Bliss book)? Hee hee. Sounds like fun.
Firstly, they didn't have any of the correct yarns (I had 2 patterns up my sleeve to choose from), which was a tad annoying. However. Still a whole shopfull of glorious yarns to go at, I thought, so don't worry. But then I had to start examining ball bands to find the correct match in terms of tension. And then I had to choose a colour. And preferably a colour with enough balls of yarn left in the shop. And then I got that feeling - that mid-buying-panicy feeling - where no decision has been made, but there are lots of options, each of them requiring some sort of compromise. At one point, I was even contemplating knitting myself a cotton cardigan. Confusion! Oh dear. I was in there nearly an hour in the end - the poor woman obviously thought I was bonkers - "I'll do the cardi in pink, I think" (off she goes to get the pink) "Hang on, no, no I'll do the kid's jumper in green actually" (not enough balls) "oh in that case, I'll do the cardi in blue then -although, hang on ..." I did keep reassuring her that I would definitely be buying something, if only I could decide what. In the end, I managed to make a rational decision - a jumper for the boy is what I set out to do and that is what I am going to do - so this is the winning yarn:
It's actually a lovely mid-sea green/blue - the sort of colour that goes with chocolate brown and also denims. The compromise here was that it's an Aran weight - not the best choice for summer, granted, but it is soooooo soft and snuggly that I figured he'd love it anyway (he's a sucker for anything cuddly). Crikey. I'm so glad I did the food shopping first because I don't think I could have made one more decision, even if it was between green or red apples.
Moving on. This is what I made at my sewing class on Wednesday. It's a toy bag, to be used mainly when we go to granny and grandad's, or on holiday. Big enough for as many trucks, cars, tractors and vehicles of any description that he can possibly lay his hands on.
Actually we are going away at Easter to meet up with his cousins, so that was the main inspiration. All his cousins are girls and I just can't resist making some bits and pieces for them. They will each get a pair of the fingerless wrist-warmers, plus these:
Aren't they cute? Just made from felt, sewn onto hair grips. I thought I'd make them a little drawstring bag to put the goodies in (plus chocolate eggs, etc) and then, on the way to the wool shop, I had a bit of a brainwave. Why not put some knitting needles and a ball of chunky yarn in there? Their mothers are hopeless at any kind of handicrafts and if we're all stuck for something to do over the Easter weekend I could teach them how to knit!! You never know, one of them might just love it forever.
And here, as promised, is the living embodiment of a bottle of ketchup. It's World Book Day today and his favourite book is called "Ketchup on your Cornflakes" - hence the bowl of cornflakes too.
He was up at 6.30, desperate to go to school! This is the only picture of him not pulling a face or deliberately looking goofy - it's all or nothing with them, isn't it?
Happy weekend, folks xox
Look at him! xo
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