Never Gets Old

July 20, 2019

I generally find Facebook’s “memories” kind of creepy, in part because, well, Facebook is kind of creepy. But also because they remind me how poor my recall of time is.

Take yesterday, when I found myself thinking, “that was 9 years ago?!” when I saw this blast from the past:

lace knit shawl hanging in front of white window curtain

The magic of blocking was made real to me with my first, and so far only, lace shawl, Cleite in Misti Alpaca Hand Paint Lace in a midnight blue with hints of green.

I wrote on the blog about how I blocked the shawl, starting with the somewhat crumpled fabric that came off the needles, followed by its soak in the sink, and then careful pinning on Hannah’s bed. She was away being a counselor-in-training, I think.

If you’ve ever wondered what the big deal about blocking is — or if you’re just curious to see how this crumpled bit of wool (about 800m) was transformed with water, stretching (which is physics in action, as Kevin reminds me), and time — travel back to the “Magic of Blocking” post from July 2010.

In the meantime, I’ll be thinking about my next lace shawl.


Dyeing to Try This

July 18, 2019

My three and a half days at the Strung Along Retreat in beautiful Washington state seems like eons ago even though it was only last month. I’d best share some memories before they fade completely.

Imagine a gorgeous resort inn on an ocean bay, surrounded by hills and parkland and furnished with lovely rooms, each with a giant jacuzzi tub. Pretty nice, huh? Now imagine 45 Fearless Knitters from around the US and Canada, sharing delicious meals, plentiful beverages, encouragement, creative pursuits, and three days of learning and laughter. Glorious!

Dear friend Cathie took a short (if long delayed) flight from Vancouver, and we carpooled across the sound and around the Olympic peninsula.

We were all divided into three groups for the daytime activities, coming together for meals and evening festivities.

Each day was devoted to a single craft: cooking, dyeing, and knitting. Since my dyeing experience is limited to tie dye t-shirts at a Y day camp in central Maine, I was most excited about these sessions.

If you can make a cup of tea, you can dye wool.

Judith MacKenzie, Dyeing Wizard

Our instructor, Judith MacKenzie, is a renowned fiber artist who’s taught and studied for decades around the globe. Her manner is matter-of-fact and completely approachable. Upon my return, I described her to a friend as a Dyeing Wizard.

Before we got our hands wet, Judith explained how dye works — the actual chemistry and physics of dye molecules bonding with fiber. Hues, tones, and shades were explained. I think I’ve got notes somewhere.

Judith created her own line of dye powders, which work on any protein fiber. They’re considered among the best in the whole dyeing world — not just knitters, also among clothing and other textile artists.


You trespass against your own color palette at your own risk 

Judith MacKenzie

Everyone had a grand time dyeing different types of fiber in different combinations of dyes. The pots are former electric canning pots, which heat the liquids to a very low simmer — a high temperature being needed to get the molecules moving so they can push into the wool fibers.

Look at how different yarns change when put in the same dye bath.

One after-dinner activity was dyeing with indigo — which is kind of like magic. Look carefully at the bins that hold the indigo bath. The liquid is a green, not the blue that you expect. That’s because the indigo interacts with oxygen — the color appears after it comes in contact with the air. See the fabric that’s floated to the top of the bin — it’s starting to turn blue.

Most of us dyed a basic silk scarf. Here are a few drying on a tarp-covered rug. The black striped one was colored with Sharpie marker before dyeing. How clever!

Several adventuresome souls were game for Judith to give them an indigo streak in their hair. After all, hair is a protein and thus, dyeable.

Did you notice Pam’s exquisite stranded sweater? In addition to being a kind, humorous, and generous woman, she is a very talented knitter. I mean, seriously.

I brought home two skeins of yarn, each dyed in a Mason jar. The blue-green is as I’d imagined. The orangey-green skein is less differentiated and more “blended” than I’d anticipated.

I’m still pleased with them. The question now is what to make? All suggestions welcome!


Spruce Up the Neighborhood

June 27, 2019

The yarnbombed sign pole on our corner has been looking kind of ragged after two years exposed to the New England elements. As I cut it down, the underside was revealed, showing how much the colors had faded. Compare the bright orange and its outward-facing pale version near the top of this photo.

A few months ago, I began creating, collecting, assembling the pieces for a new “wrap.” Sometimes I used leftover bits from projects or just random yarns from my stash. Some I remembered fondly and others, like a small hank of bright colors, I had no recollection of buying. Maybe they were gifts or leftover bits from a knitting student?

Since the pole is across the street from a park where lots of dogs gather, the yarn along the base had received many “markings” over the past two years. I know this is a natural thing for dogs to do and don’t begrudge them the need to leave their mark. And I know that weathering of all kinds — weather, animals, winter road salt — is part of what happens to public art. But the ickiness factor of that bottom bit of the pole gave me the idea to try something different.

Who knew you could turn a plastic shopping bag into a knitting strip? And then knit with it? It even has a name: plarn. There are loads of how-to posts and videos available. Some are more fiddly than others and involve tying loops together. I used the “spiral” method, where you end up cutting the bag into one long strand.

Early yesterday morning, I pulled out a step stool, scissors, darning needle, four pieces knitted fabric, and started at the top. I’d selected a special piece for the top of the pole, the back of a sweater that Mom had started long ago and never finished. It’s got a lovely popcorn texture and the ribbing makes a lovely flag of sorts.

I love that there’s a piece of her just outside the house. Unbeknownst to her I also took and incorporated a lovely cabled rectangle in blue-green wool — maybe the start of a sleeve or scarf?

Stitching the entire length took more than an hour, in part because it’s a tall pole but also because I stopped to visit with neighbors as they walked to the field or to the subway or bus stop.

It just makes me happy. And I love knowing that it makes other people smile, too.


Lining for a Knit Baby Sweater?

June 20, 2019

Melissa, a regular reader of this little blog, has a question for fellow Fearless Knitters.

She’s just finished all the pieces for a blue cardigan sweater for her one-year old granddaughter. Because it’s the third sweater she’s knit for this precious human and because she’s an adventuresome knitter (among other qualities), she’d like to try something a bit different. 

I’m thinking of lining the baby cardigan. Does anyone have advice on what the best fabric is to use — a lovely fun printed cotton or a very light flannel? I understand how to cut and assemble the inside garment, but I wonder what tricks or problems I should to watch out for – for best results. Thank you in advance.

Please leave any tips or recommendations in the comments.

In other baby knit news, the recently-completed log cabin blanket seems to fit in just fine. I resisted the urge to tell his mother that she’s got it inside out — she’s the nursing mother of a two-month old and has infinitely more important priorities than decorating.

I haven’t forgotten that I promised to tell you about the Strung Along Retreat. In a word, fabulous. More soon. Really.


A Bit of a Reputation

June 17, 2019

At dinner last month, someone asked each of us to name three things (not people) we couldn’t live without — not literally, of course, but those things that ground our daily life.

Mine were getting outside every morning by myself, reading in bed each night, and knitting.

That last item comes as no surprise to any of my friends or family — or blog readers! This weekend provided several pieces of proof.

My friend Marcia, she of the exquisite afghan, returned from vacation in Ireland with a gift for me, this whimsical project bag from Vanessa Bee Designs.

Piece of evidence #2 arrived via text from Michael, who must have been in an antique shop this weekend.

“Know what this is?” he asked.

The shadows and dark colors made it a bit tricky to decipher, but sure enough, it’s an antique yarn winder.

Friend Judy spotted this car somewhere on Cape Cod and couldn’t resist sending me a photo. I’m not one for vanity plates or really any car decorations, but I admit to being slightly tempted by this license plate holder.

What are your top three “must haves”?


Friday Flight

June 7, 2019

I’m downright giddy as I get ready to board a flight to Seattle for a knitting retreat. Sister-friend Cathie (she of the knitting cruises — yes, it’s a thing) is coming down from Vancouver.

The Strung Along Retreat will include about 35 other knitters, gathered for three days of knitting, dyeing, and cooking — and, I can pretty much guarantee, loads of laughs. I’ll let you know.

Having finished the toe at Mom’s yesterday afternoon, I tossed both Patons socks into the sink last night.

This morning, I left them dangling in the kitchen where they’ll dry — and will likely hang — until my return.


The Little Things

June 5, 2019

The little things in life are so often the big things. I’ve been reminding myself of this over the past nine or ten months as I spend hours every day with Mom. It’s not rocket science nor is it a new insight. It’s just good to pause in the moment and realize.

Untangling a poorly wound ball of yarn, bit by bit, over an hour or so wasn’t even frustrating because I knew that the knots were preventing Mom from knitting. I just had to talk her off the edge after I snipped a long length, so she could continue as I untangled. It didn’t make sense to her, but she carried on.

For a few weeks, both Michael and Kevin are back home, a situation that presents loads of little moments of joy and the occasional boost of late-night anxiety. By this time next week, Michael will be off to his camp counselor job until late August. He’s juggling seeing friends before he leaves and spending time with family. Lucky for us, he’s a good juggler.

I’ve started the second Patons self-striping sock, using a variation of the Yarn Harlot’s basic top-down sock recipe: 3K, 1P over 64 stitches, 8 inch leg, Eye of Patridge heel flap.

Self-striping yarn always makes me feel clever. It looks so much more complex than it is. The Biscotte stripes are lovely, too. As usual, I love the subtle detail of an Eye of Partridge heel.

Of course, few people will see the “speckles” of a sock heel. I mean, it’s mostly hidden in one’s shoe and, even if one’s not wearing shoes, the heel is a good five feet or more away from the viewer.

But it’s the little things that matter.


WIP Wednesday: Patience

May 29, 2019

When I expressed concern about a recent too-short sock, several readers offered advice for remedying the situation. My decision not to act on any of those suggestions is not a reflection of my sincere appreciation for the tips; it’s more a result of my desire to just be finished with the socks.

FInished so I could cast on my next two pairs of socks! My plan this time is to avoid the too-short leg by — wait for it — knitting a longer leg. Radical, I know.

knit sock leg with blue, brown, cream stripes

This is a full 8 inches/20cm, a good inch or so longer than my usual legs. The downside for me is that it takes longer to get to the heel, which is my favorite part of sock knitting, but the upside is that the sock wearer will have a sock that actually fits properly. It’s not all about me, is it?!

Mom has started her next garter stitch scarf with a bright, cheery yarn.

This is Hedgehog Fibres sock yarn in HeyDey colorway. Although she doesn’t look it in this photo, Mom is delighted with the bright splashes of color.

Knitters, what’s on your needles this week?


The Thing About Babies

May 28, 2019

I’d figured out about a month ago that the log cabin blanket would be bigger than your usual baby blanket. OK, I figured it as soon as I started. The pattern is called Log Cabin Throw — no mention of “baby” at all.

But I really liked the color combination, and I’m a fan of the log cabin pattern, having made a couple of true baby blankets in a log cabin variation before (nine years ago?!).

One of the marvelous things about babies is that they grow. Baby Sawyer was born about two months ago, but I’ll get to meet him later this week. Someday he’ll be big enough to wrap this blanket around himself. Until then, his loving mama and papa can snuggle up with him.

Although it’s not my first choice, I used acrylic yarn for this blanket. I figure — and really hope — this gets many years of use and want to be sure it survives regular washings.


WIP Wednesday: Socks x 2

May 22, 2019

Not a pair of socks. Two first socks. You may ask why. I can only reply, why not?!

Before heading to Mom’s one recent day, I grabbed a ball of sock yarn from my stash and four appropriately-sized DPNs. This is Patons Kroy sock yarn, and I’m making one of my basic top-down socks — no cuff, just K3 P1 all around and then an Eye of Partridge heel flap.

On Mother’s Day afternoon, I found myself with an hour of down time in between time with Mom and meeting up with Michael. In a brilliant stroke of luck, I was very close to one of my favorite Boston yarn stores, Stitch House. Of course, I had to go in and look around. A skein of scrumptious Biscotte Yarns self-striping sock yarn called my name.

It seemed like a perfect fit for the 9″ circular needle that I’d bought a few months ago. When it comes to socks, I prefer double-pointed needles — definitely over the Magic Loop method, which I find too fiddly. But I’d heard several people sing the praises of a very small circular, so I decided to give it a try.

I’m not sure we’re a good fit. The stitches look great, but I found my fingers getting a little sore after about 10 rounds. Maybe I’m gripping too tightly?

Thanks to everyone who answered my call for help on the too-short Game of Thrones-inspired sock. I decided to just make peace with the two different lengths, a decision made easier because I’m not the one who’ll be wearing them! They’re blocked and tucked away for gift giving. [Lord Varys pattern in Bumblebee Acres “Missandei” colorway]


Help Needed for Too-Short Sock

May 9, 2019

So I’ve got a bit of a sock dilemma. I made the leg of the first Lord Varys sock too short. The most likely reason is that I was sick of checking the pattern chart each round and wanted to get to the heel — my favorite part of any sock.

Don’t misunderstand: I’m pleased with how it looks – nice twists that are still visible with the blue-brown color changes. Yarn is “Missandei” from Bumblebee Acres Farms’ Game of Thrones-inspired collection.

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But it doesn’t go far enough up the leg. I’m not the one who’ll be wearing it, so my comfort level doesn’t matter here.

So I’ve made the leg of the second sock another inch or so longer. This one is progressing much faster since I’ve got the pattern memorized and don’t need to consult the chart.

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I don’t want to end up with socks of two different lengths, so my question is, how do I remedy this without starting over with sock #1?

My proposed solution involves:

  • putting in a lifeline at the end of the cuff
  • separating the cuff from rest of the sock
  • picking up the cuff stitches and knitting an inch or so of leg

And then what? I know grafting will be involved, but I’ve never grafted live stitches together (aside from a sock toe).

How does one graft live stitches in the round together? I’m OK with not doing it in pattern – a row of knit stitches will hardly be noticed.

Any and all advice and tips would be MOST appreciated.


Time for Knitting

May 6, 2019

I admit to a not-so-gracious response when people tell me they don’t have time to knit. “Really?” I think to myself. “You don’t watch TV or sit in a vehicle or a waiting room or a chair at a friend’s or your own house?” What I usually say is something like, “Oh, I’m always surprised by how much I can knit by just a few minutes here or there.”

For instance, at the hair salon early on a Saturday morning where I managed to get in a few rounds on the Lord Varys sock while Lisa worked her usual magic.

Or while watching the Celtics with Mom, who’s been a fan for more than 60 years.

Or watching the Bruins with Patrick and chief cousin Hank on Saturday night. It’s slow going now that I’m working the border of the Log Cabin Throw, but the end is near. Let’s hope the same is not true for the B’s, who could advance to the Stanley Cup semi-finals with a win tonight.

Here in the Boston area, it feels as though we haven’t seen the sun in weeks. When it’s not raining, the sky is a cloudy white-grey, as you can see from Mom’s window, where the bird feeder is getting a lot of use.

Despite some drizzle, I managed to convince her of a Saturday afternoon outing to a free jazz concert. She wasn’t sure where we were headed, but she didn’t resist. Along with about 75 others, we sat in a lovely church hall and enjoyed performances by two jazz trios as part of a local arts festival.

Before and during the performances, we knitted. But of course, you knew that, right?


Sweet Tradition Belatedly

April 30, 2019

If I were an Orthodox Christian, this post would be just about on time, but I’m not. And it isn’t. But, as I ask myself regularly, “who’s keeping score?”

With no children at home and Patrick on a chocolate-free kick, it was only the day before Easter that I pulled out the basket, hollow plastic eggs, and the vintage cake mold for our traditional Easter dessert.

What do you think of when I say “lamb cake”? I wouldn’t be surprised if you envision a meat-eater’s version of a crab cake – a patty made of ground meat. But what kind of dessert would that be?!?!

Nearly 60 years ago, when my newlywed parents lived in an old Boston neighborhood, my mother bought a metal cake mold from an Italian bakery. For every Easter since — from their walk-up apartment and our home in central Maine to my brother’s and my Boston-area homes — a lamb cake has been part of our celebrations.

Despite my best efforts at careful driving on the way to Luke and Mary’s, gravity and centrifugal force got the better of the cake. Fortunately, I’d placed a napkin on the car floor to serve as a potential landing pad. #notmyfirstrodeo

As usual at L&M’s, the food was superb and accompanying conversation lively, varied, and humorous (many belly laughs and at least one snort by yours truly).

At one point, the giant condensed Oxford Dictionary was hauled out and consulted, with magnifying glass assistance, by Kevin and Uncle Mike. I can’t remember what word they were looking up. Check the comments because a regular reader may recall.

Despite a few cosmetic flaws, the cake was quite tasty.

And the sunset was glorious.

Oh Happy Day indeed. (Go ahead: click and listen)


WIP Wednesday: Log Cabin for Baby

April 17, 2019

Since it’s now too big to be a traveling project, the Log Cabin Throw hasn’t been getting much attention lately. Every day, I tuck my latest sock into my bag as I head to Mom’s home and spend at least a few hours knitting.

She’ll often knit her latest garter stitch scarf or will putter about the apartment or go through the mail. Like many things in her life these days, the mail is both a burden and a routine that brings consistency to her otherwise confusing world.

Although it’s nearly all fundraising appeals, she often reads each piece, not comprehending much of it, before either tearing it into small pieces for recycling or “responding” by placing the appeal letter into the reply envelope and tracing the stamp location with an orange marker.

I remind myself often these days that many of her actions are her way of exerting control over what she can control, even if the action doesn’t really make much sense to me.

The intended recipient of the Log Cabin Throw was born about 10 days ago. I have it from very good sources that he is absolutely lovely. Hannah, who held him in his second day of life, declared him “flawless.”

He’s got lots of growing to do, and the throw, modeled here in the cool spring sunshine, will get there eventually.


First Sock Thrills

April 16, 2019

I’ve written before about the thrill that comes from knitting your first sock, but it never gets old — at least, not for me, even as an observer.

I love watching a knitter create a heel flap and, round by round, make a gusset, and then catch her breath as she works the foot before painstakingly grafting the last stitches of a toe together (which usually involves a bit of cursing and deep breathing).

Yesterday morning, Barbara grafted the toe of her first sock, using the nifty alternative Kitchener stitch that I “discovered” earlier this year.

I don’t know why this technique results in smoother toes since the movement of the yarn is the same as with the traditional Kitchener stitch, but it does.

Although this first sock — and its eventual mate — will be worn by Barbara’s husband, she couldn’t resist trying it on herself. Just lovely!

A quick swish in the sink with gentle dish soap, a wrap in a dishtowel, and it was ready a couple of hours on the blocker. The photo below most accurately shows the yarn’s beautiful interplay of teal, cream, and brown/black.

As the Fearless Knitter she is, Barbara immediately cast on the next sock, in order to stave off a bout of Second Sock Syndrome.


Out and About

April 15, 2019

No matter how cold, snowy, or long the winter, Spring always arrives eventually. And the glory of the season never fails to amaze and lift my spirits — and, based on conversations with friends and chats with strangers on the street, I’m not the only one.

Last Saturday, Patrick, Mom, and I drove to Castle Island — which is neither a castle nor on an island — for a couple of hours of enjoyment in the cool sunshine

From a bench, we marveled at planes taking off from and landing at the airport across the harbor, commented on the hundreds of people (and plenty of dogs) passing by on foot, scooter, stroller, bike, and wheelchair. We didn’t count, but I’d estimate that we overheard conversations in at least a dozen languages.

Being his usual generous self, Patrick stood in the very long line at the storied snack bar in order to buy our first soft serve ice creams of the year. Mom had a twist in a cup. Patrick and I shared a cone.

Back at Mom’s apartment, the knitting continues. Even as I was getting the hang of the House Greyjoy sock pattern, I had to suppress a nagging fear that it would be too small for the intended recipient. The leg looked so narrow.

Nevertheless I persisted, ignoring that inner voice of doom and reminded myself that yarn (like humans) usually relaxes after a bath. Sure enough, after a good soak and blocking on my new frame, it relaxed quite nicely, revealing the cable and twist details.

House Greyjoy knit sock

As usual, the second sock is progressing faster than the first although I still have to check each row with the pattern chart. If you knit cables or lace, do you follow a chart or row-by-row instructions?

marked-up pattern chart for knitting

WIP Wednesday: Not What You Expect

April 3, 2019

Work in Progress (WIP) is shorthand among crafters for a current project, something that you’re knitting, sewing, painting, making. The understanding in sharing updates on WIPs is that progress is being made — that you’re another step or so closer to finishing.

#WIPWednesday is a chance to share such progress — for example, a sock that now has a heel and part of a gusset.

Knit sock showing heel and gusset

I’ve said before that part of what I love about knitting is finishing. This is especially true when the rest of life is filled with repetitive undertakings that can seem never ending.

Yet some of those WIPs are the most valuable. Take this little guy, a Work in Progress of the highest order.

Young William arrived a couple of weeks ago, and, according to his completely smitten (and very wise) grandmother Pat, his favorite snuggly item is her most recent project — this lovely blanket.

Baby wrapped in knit blanket and lying on man’s lap


GoT Socks?

April 2, 2019

I’m not a convert to toe-up socks, but learning several new techniques — and practicing my ripping out and reknitting skills — made the Frasier Fir Socks worth the effort.

two green knit socks hanging on sock blocking frames

The tree (or is it a branch?) detail along the leg is particularly charming. I may incorporate it into a hat some day — or maybe along the back of mittens. The yarn color is more true in this detail than the one above.

detail of pattern along leg of green knit socks

Even before I’d finished the Frasier Firs, my fingers and mind were eager to cast on something new with the lovely Game of Thrones-inspired yarn from Bumblebee Acres.

Keeping with my theme of trying new things and going full steam ahead into the GoT mode, I searched Ravelry for a similarly-inspired sock pattern. As usual, the Ravelry community did not disappoint.

Not being at all familiar with Game of Thrones, I have no idea if the yarn (Brienne of Tarth colorway) is compatible in a literary sense with the House Greyjoy pattern. But I really like the cables and twists.

All the twists and cables make it seem quite small — perhaps too narrow for the leg of the intended recipient — but I’m quite sure that it’ll fit. At least, it “fits” my arm when I’ve tried it on.

The irony is not lost on me that one of the benefits of toe-up socks is that you can try them on as you go, something that’s much more difficult with my favorite top-down socks on DPNs. I’m nothing if not consistent in my routines!


The Thrill of New Yarn

March 28, 2019

Like most knitters, I love to get new yarn. It can be downright thrilling. Can you relate?

Being an introvert and one who thinks a lot about motivation and emotion — mostly mine but also others’ — I have a theory about why new or stashed* yarn brings such delight.

All things are possible with new yarn.

I could make almost anything with this — that is, anything that’s possible with the amount of yarn I have. There are no mistakes yet, no dropped stitches or flubbed patterns. The yarn doesn’t split as I knit nor does it slip or snag. Nothing is too large or too small.

The potential for this — whatever this I choose — to be the most exquisite, perfect, wonderful creation that will bring joy to its recipient and all who encounter it is infinite.

Like these two skeins of Squishy Sock yarn from Bumblebee Acres Fiber Farm.

close up of two skeins of sock yarn in shades of blue, yellow, grey, and brown

They’re part of the farm’s Game of Thrones-inspired colorways. On the left is “Brienne of Tarth” and on the right is “Missandei.” I’ve never read or watched GoT, but both Kevin and Hannah are big fans. Before I bought the yarn, I consulted Hannah to see if these characters are good guys. Heaven forbid I knit with yarn inspired by a villain! She assured me that they’re not just good guys — they’re good women.

My plan is to make socks for Kevin’s upcoming graduation. Not that I expect him to wear them during the ceremony, but a mother can dream.

Even the packaging that arrived on my doorstep made me happy. How cute is this?!

mailing envelope with bright polka dots and label "You've got bee mail!"

Barbara introduced me to Bumblebee Acres Farm, having spotted their beautiful yarns on Instagram. Go follow them. Or better yet, go to their shop. Just to browse, of course.

At yesterday’s sock lesson, Barbara made great progress on her first ever heel flap — in the Eye of Partridge pattern no less.

close up of knit sock heel flap using eye of partridge stitch pattern

*It’s my experience that, at some point, yarn in one’s stash loses its thrill. It can begin to feel more like a nagging chore. “I’ve been stuck here in this drawer for ages. When are you going to use me?” I don’t know when that turning point is — when, as the great B.B. King sang “the thrill is gone.” Knitters, what are your thoughts?


WIP Wednesday: Log Cabin

March 27, 2019

When I started the Log Cabin Throw, the intended recipient’s arrival seemed far off. Probably because it was. But Baby-to-Be is due in just about two weeks, so I’d best pick up the pace.

detail of knit log cabin blanket in grey, light blue, and navy

Since it’s knit from the center out, each segment is about seven inches longer that the one it’s “stacked” on. The entire piece will be much bigger than the usual baby blanket, but I envision a loving adult wrapping her- or himself and the baby in this cozy item.

As predicted, the second Frasier Fir Sock is moving along quickly. I’ve just started the cuff bind off. On the theme of trying new things, the pattern calls for the Invisible Ribbed Bind-off for some extra stretch at the cuff.

I’m heading off for a sock knitting lesson later this morning with dear friend Barbara — she of the beautiful Eleventh Hour Marled Blanket. Today’s lesson plan: heel flap and turning the heel.

What’s on your needles today?


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