something green for baby

I’ll always remember this pregnancy as the one when I ate snow as a method of survival in the first few months, as the one in which our house flooded and we learned to cozy up in one room for the duration of the longest winter of my life, the one where we picked out our new home, our forever home, and moved in during a late, deep snow storm, snow drifts over our heads, and finally as the one where the color green showed up in such hues it made (and still does make) me tear up at the sight of it.  I have spoken of, posted about, gathered up, and breathed in so much green this spring and summer it feels this baby must crave it the same way I do.  It is uncontrollable.

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It’s fitting that the bracelet I am wearing, from the blessingway a few weekends ago, is a just turned green looking yarn.  It is sensible that we don’t know if this little babe is a boy or a girl; As green seems to be a neutral color of choice.  And it only made sense that I would knit this little one a sweet something soft to be wrapped in, in a mossy green merino.  This blanket is the Northport baby blanket from the most recent issue of Taproot magazine, knitted in Cascade’s Elysian Paradise Fiber.   It knits up very quickly.  I recommend placing stitch markers for each wave, for after two frogging lessons in the first few repeats of the pattern, I got smart, placed on the markers, and never had to frog again.

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Though I feel like there is still so much to do before the big day arrives, things are coming together.  I am waiting for that great push of energy at the end that will help me set up this nest properly.  But for now, I am placing this sweet blanket in the bassinet thinking about the day I will get to wrap a sweet little body in it.

a knitter with no direction (following skills)

Knitting accomplishments and knitting fails, baking wins and baking so bad even the birds wont touch it in the dead of winter (that is truly bad);  This is what my February has been marked in.  This slow, snowy month has been a clear display of my boys admiration for one another and their lack of need for mama to entertain.  In fact they prefer I stay out of their play often responding to my interjections with, “I was talking to Rowan.”, or “No, Miles not Mama.”.  Oh, so matter of fact.  Which has left me to my own devices, which of course includes knitting needles and flour and colored pencils and fabric and my guitar.  It’s not so bad, this life I lead.

But, if I am being very honest I will let you in on a secret.  I am not a good knitter.  Not by any means.  I watch my friends follow a pattern with such ease, rarely tearing out, or at least having the patience to do so when it is necessary.  I like to think of myself as more of a renegade knitter, a knitter without a cause, a knitter only searching for a final product and a means to pass the time.  I am not a perfectionist or a good follower of directions, which tend to be things knitters have in common.  Not this one.  After a recent knitting win (in my mind… though it was filled with lots of loose cables and a sort of improvised top… I ran out of steam for following the chart), it was time to move back to an old faithful.


Ignore the terrible photo, I ran out of steam for that too apparently.  This is pattern is habitat and I used was habitat and I knitted it in Imperial Columbia wool.  

An old faithful by a knitter whom I envision to be a bit more like myself.   One who was without the fuss and without the drama and just went ahead and moved forward if there were minor mistakes without so much as a thought.  Elizabeth Zimmerman; The garter stitch champion of the world!  I have knitted one million (or about seven) baby surprise jackets and let me promise you, not one has come out perfect.  They are chock full of mistakes and it doesn’t bother me in the least.  I knit and I gift and I see loved ones warm and cozy and it fills me with joy, and I suppose that is the whole point of this crazy hobby anyways.


Here is to the new baby Yoshi and the in utero baby boy of my friend dear friend Meg- may these sweaters be done before they fit your next child!  And I hope that this candid review of my knitting skills has inspired other non direction followers who have yearned to pick up a set of needles to do so!  I am a self proclaimed fiber fanatic despite my clumsy hands and scattered brain and you can be too!

charitable knitting

My first charitable knitting project is complete!  The only cables I have knitted up until this point have been little owl mittens for my sweet niece.  After this project -though I feel ready to knit cables of any shape and size- I know my days are too hectic and my brain is too fried to attempt another for sometime (and still enjoy knitting too).  So, I have cast of this little number and started a nice garter stitch and ladder stitch scarf for Lee.  Ahh…. my brain is resting up for a more complicated pattern, I can feel it.

A grandma somewhere far away who has lost a child and is caring for her grandkids alone will be wearing this cowl someday soon.  My group is intending on knitting 100 before the holidays.  I wish I could say I would be contributing more than 1!!

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nothing to do but knit

While this is an absolute down right lie, it is precisely the way I am managing any possible stress.  Rather than concerning myself with petty things such as packing or finding a place to live, I have decided to just knit.  So far no panic attacks have occurred so I consider it a success!  Oh, those big blue eyes. I matched them perfectly to a well suited Rowan organic cotton blend.  This little boy has recently learned begun to say, “Your yelcome”  and the combination is like watching a puppy run.  You are knocked over with the cuteness of the whole thing.  So, I knitted him a little vest, thinking our new location will require such an item for months to come.  Believe it or not, I have had the chance to fancy him up a few times down here already even here in the sunny south.

I found vintage military buttons at Perlina, a perfect addition to the knitting store, The Frayed Knot, where I conveniently purchased the yarn for this project.  The owner is so very helpful and sweet.  I just love going there.  In fact, for the past two weeks I have even managed to escape for a full night to enjoy the company of a whole slew of knitters at their Tuesday Night knit night.  I have been quite inspired by these visits looking around at all the amazing projects being stitched up.

Well here it is- The Pebble, a free pattern on Ravelry.  (Are we friends on Ravelry?  Oh oh friend me! friend me!)

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Oh, and wait till you see whats in store next…  a handspun project… for a little sunshine entering our lives this summer. (As a niece mind you, I am NOT expecting) Oh a baby, a little baby girl.


Anything interesting on your needles?


a knit for me a knit for you

I may have mentioned once or twice before that although my knitting endeavors are now vast and constant, I had yet to knit something purely for moi.  And well, now?  I have!  A friend of mine sported this particular pattern a few weeks back at a fantastic oyster bake I attended and was lucky enough to meet the maker.  She directed me to this amazing blog and I don’t think I have stopped making them since.  They knit up oh so quickly, with size 15 circulars, and big old super bulky wool.  I even purchased a pair of these needles at this amazing store (which I have visited a total of 3 times in the short week that I have been here already).  I have fallen quite head over heels for these new tools of mine.  Knitters Pride needles are the perfect mix between bamboo and metal.  They make for lovely non-slippery knitting, with the familiar swish swish sound of wood that I love oh so much.  The fancy colors don’t hurt either and they are inexpensive to boot!  My kind of purchase.

IMG_7065 IMG_7066Cowls.  How have I gone so long without one?  My neck is so cozy its embarrassing.