Sassy Does It

Good news - I’ve wrangled myself out of my knitfunk.

A few weeks ago I felt resigned to knitting little gifts because it seemed all I could manage with my knitmojo in apparent exile.

But now I feel happy to consider the realm of possibility here, in the land of little.  

With my job currently resembling a fat sweaty man that constantly butts into my personal dance space and steps on my toes, keeping it simple every way I can seems, well, necessary. 

The knitmojo has returned in terms of confidence to tackle bigger things, but I’d never get them finished.

Little gifts are just fine for now. 

I started a Skinny Scarf with Cascade Alpaca Lace in a beautiful charcoal gray.   This is stockinette - tiny stockinette with two strands, in the round à la Magic Loop - so it’s nice zombie knitting on planes without a pattern needed.  It’s the epitome of simple, but since this will be a gift for a 15-year-old, I think staying within the bounds of classic fashion will increase the likelihood of my idea of “cool” being greeted with a smile.

That said, I have a cute idea for adding a teenager-approved flourish once the knitting’s done.  We’ll see how it turns out.  Squeezer can take it or leave it if she doesn’t like it.

In other developments, I’m feeling a hankering for little lacy things. 

Not like a huge never-gonna-get-done shawl, but more like a little lightweight scarf.  I like the very creatively named Mohair Scarf, which I would size down for a kickier version, a smaller neck wrap. 

For this I picked up a beautiful pink skein of Rowan Kidsilk Haze after work yesterday.  It left me drooling over the other neighboring colors splayed on my LYS’s surprisingly well-stocked shelves.  I copped a feel of a few of them while the lady was ringing up my credit card and left it at that.

After poking around on Ravelry to see what else might catch my fancy, I landed on a couple of other cuties, pretty much still in the scarf vein.  I wanted something slightly bohemian for someone on my list:  not too fussy, but still feminine.  But not too fine or fragile, because that just isn’t her.  When I saw a pattern I liked with “hemp” in the title, my eyebrow raised - yep, that’s about the right speed.

It just so happens that the pattern is of the crochet persuasion.  At first I paused and said, “I’m a knitter. I knit.”  And then I decided it just looked like fun.  What the hey - I’ll crochet.  I’ve already been flirting with it.

Hemp’s alright, but I’m going for bamboo.  Gorgeous shade of red MeiMei on its way from eBay.  Yay for eBay.

I’m also looking at some fingerless mitts; one suitable for a very metro man and another more girly one - if I can be bothered to get around to these.  We shall see.

Considering my Raindrop Lace Socks have been on the needles for over a year, it may be unreasonable to assume that any of these things will escape the clutches of my Addi Turbos by Christmas.

And that’s twelve weeks from now.  Does that sound like a lot or a little? 

Either way, I better get cracking. 

Clacking.