Posts Tagged ‘Wee Penny’

For the New Life to Come

February 16, 2018

In the midst of breath-stopping tragedy and rage from my country’s latest mass murder, finishing a knitting project for a baby-to-be has been a welcome respite. When the project made its last appearance on the blog, I was in search of buttons and had cast on for a little pair of shorts (or, as the pattern called it, a diaper cover).

My search for green buttons yielded lots of unsuitable options – pastels, leaf, pine — but not the bright apple green that I wanted. So I switched to pink and found the perfect pair.

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Before sewing them on the top, I finished the bottom (if you’ll pardon the expression!). The pattern called for longer ribbing on the “legs” that would then be folded over like a cuff. Since this will be for an infant who won’t be moving much at all, I decided about six rows of ribbing would be plenty.

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The seed stitch pattern makes the flowers look a little wonky but so what? Although there’s not really a front or back on the cover, I think of this side as the back. The flower pattern lands on the waist (something a baby doesn’t even have!) on the other side, which seems more front-ish.

There’s probably enough yarn left for a little hat or two. For another baby at another time, I think.

Once I was done weaving in the ends on the diaper cover, I untwisted the yarn and sewed on the buttons.

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I’m quite pleased with the results and expect the mother-to-be will be, too.

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Lest I get tempted by another project, I immediately cast on the next striped sock because, you know, Second Sock Syndrome is real.

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Wee Penny Plus Bottoms

February 11, 2018

Last Sunday, the lovely, almost-finished Wee Penny had an unfortunate encounter with a platter of baked chicken — with some tasty but messy sauce, to be precise. If I wasn’t the type of knitter who usually washed a finished project before blocking, I would have become one!

A good sudsy soak and swish in the sink plus a couple of rinses in cool water did the trick. I lay out the little dress on a towel and placed a couple of pins along the neck so it would drive evenly.

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I need to find two small buttons for the back opening. I think green would be nice. Agree?

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Since I had just under half a skein of the lovely Hayfield Baby Blossom remaining, I decided that I’d make “an outfit.” Rather than a hat or booties (which are cute but, given their tendency to slip off and get lost, kind of ridiculous for an infant IMO), I decided on a pair of “shorts” or, as I discovered after perusing Ravelry, is more commonly called a “diaper cover.

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Eventually I’ll get to the second sock, but for now, I’m having fun with baby knits.

 

These Early Birds Gobble

February 8, 2018

 

I’m usually a very solid sleeper, falling back to sleep pretty easily after I awake during the night. But when I found myself wide awake one morning this week just before 5am, less than an hour before my usual rising time, I decided to get up and get going.

I’m fortunate to live in a safe environment that enables me– with appropriate reflective gear and blinking lights on my jacket and ankles — to be a regular pre-dawn runner/walker. Whatever the weather, I head out before any in my house is up. It’s a habit I cherish; in fact, one the rare occasions that I’m not able to do it, I find myself cranky and out of sorts for much of the day. My favorite poet-artist Brian Andreas captured the sentiment perfectly in this poem, Before Dawn, that hangs by our door:

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I was joined watched by some of the local wildlife, wild turkeys roosting in the trees of my suburban neighborhood. They started calling to each other across a few blocks, probably debating whether to “fly” down to the ground or to hit the snooze button and stay on their branches for a bit longer. Although you can’t really see any of the birds, you can hear a few seconds of their chatter.

 

They're baaaaaack. [listen] #signofspring #wildturkeys

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By the time I got home — with my usual cup of coffee from the nearby coffee shop — I’d decide to put the mostly brown bananas on the counter to good use. Instead of banana bread, I usually make muffins; they bake faster and are a good grab-and-go snack or breakfast. I tossed some frozen wild Maine blueberries into half of the double batch and popped them into the oven.

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While they baked, I did a couple of rounds of the border on the Wee Penny baby dress. I’m hoping to finish it tomorrow.

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After I’d done a bit of quality assurance testing of the muffins (they passed), I dove into the day. When I plotted out my daily schedule, I add “nap” to the list. As regularly happens with items on my to-do list, I didn’t complete that one. There’s always tomorrow!

 

Old Photos and New Knits

January 31, 2018

I have the great good fortune of living only five miles from my Mom and visit often, more so lately as my work commitments and travels have diminished. Part of every visit — whether we’re doing errands, specific household tasks, or just hanging out — includes some sorting through of old photographs.

At least once a week, I come home with a few photos from my childhood. Third grade school photo? Check. Image of brothers and me in Easter finery? Check. Blurry shot of relatives or neighborhood friends? Check.

As with many (most?) families, my mother was the repository of the family record — not just taking photos but also putting them into albums or envelopes (some labeled, some not). As life with four children, a husband who worked long hours, and her own civic and volunteer commitments, the photo labeling diminished.

Fortunately, I developed the habit of writing dates and names on the back of photos when I was about 12. That’s how we know that this motley crew at Rummel’s Ice Cream included friends Beth and Margie, California cousins Brian, Bruce, and Doug, plus my three brothers and me. Ah, 70s style!

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This week’s photo sorting yielded some possible treasures — negatives from my Mom’s childhood and some of her elder relatives.

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I find the reverse negatives (is that a thing?) difficult to “read,” but in some images, I can identify the subjects by their size or features. For example, this is my Mom and her three sisters, probably in the mid 1930s..

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I’m planning a trip to our local library to see if there’s a viewer or projector of some kind that I can use to see the images more clearly. There’s a terrific camera and photography shop nearby — the kind that sells film and developing chemicals — where I’ll have some prints made. This one may be my Mom’s father with her and her two older sisters (again, the hair bows!). He died when my mother was 9, so images of him are especially precious.

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On the knitting front, the Wee Penny has been joined in the round and is growing. What’s up in your world?

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