I hope christmas music is over.

I finished the Dad socks.



It is funny how each sock pooled differently. I guess that is the charm of hand-dyed skeins. My Dad really liked them. I have enough yarn leftover to make another small pair.

I used this terrible pattern from Lion Brand. The instructions are off and don't make much sense. The neck would have been way too small for a living child. Because I like my brother a whole lot, I adjusted it by not putting buttons up by the neck.



He just turned 2.



Blurry, but hilarious. I used Plymouth Galway Chunky.



My cousins, Brynn and Nikki are the coolest dressers I know. My aunt Sherry lets them wear whatever they want, as you can tell. They are so rad.



...future hipsters of America, for sure.

This bag will be awesome.

Felted bag update.

One sock down

I finished knitting the first dad sock. We'll say it's the left one. I still need to graft the toe, but I am needle-less.



I can never forget how to START the kitchener stitch. Maybe that would be a good tattoo? I have been thinking about getting a knitting tattoo someday, but I want the meaning of it to apply to knitting and life. Maybe just a row of knitting onto my skin (like little Vs) or maybe garter stitch. Or maybe a tiny sock being unraveled? Who knows. I have time.



Oh, and here is a picture of my crocheted closet curtain.

2 posts in a day? Whaaa?

Well, I got bored with the dad socks.



I am going to work in this in spurts. It is made up of my ity bity leftover yarn balls. I am going to make it super long and dramatic.

Tis the season...

...to knit like crazy for my family.



These socks are for my dad. When the yarn store I worked at went out of business, he was nice enough to put up a lot of money for me to buy a lot of nice yarn for wholesale prices. So, basically I got about 800 dollars worth of cashmere, silk, mohair and other glorious fibers you can't find at Joann.

As a result, he and my stepmother are getting super super fancy knitted gifts.

Sometimes, people ask me where I buy my yarn. Nowadays, I tell them I am set until the apocalypse. I am only half kidding. I'm sure you knitters know, that sometimes you just "have" yarn. Yarn that you certainly did not buy, yarn that just kind of appeared in your house one day.