January’s effort
I did say I was am very much a beginner knitter?
Well, I made a dishcloth in January.
Not just any dishcloth.
Grandmother’s favourite dishcloth.
The first hassle was finding the appropriate cotton yarn. Never did find the Lion cotton. Had to settle for Anchor Magicline.
Isn’t it hideous?! Especially in pink and green which was the best of the bad bunch on the clearance table.
But when its $2 a ball and you just want to try a pattern, that’s perfect.
And said dishcloth?
Well, it did get finished LOL. But since I don’t have a photo of it [and that should tell you everything because I use my camera most days], I’ll wait until another post.
The homemade gifts pledge
March 9, 2008, 5:22 pm
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So my parents inadvertently brought me up green.
Not because they were avid environmentalists, but because they were both born in the 1920s and grew up in an austere time and then a downright awful time in occupied Holland. Frugality was not an option.
Then they emigrated and took up farming - a completely new life. The boldness of this now astounds me. It was a huge decision to make especially when they already had one child.
Anyway, there’s something about being pregnant that brings out the nesting instinct in me and S brought out a desire to knit. Or rather a desire to spend money on pretty yarns when walking through Spotlight.
And so the MIL’s Mystical scarf was born. Of course I didn’t take any photos of it although this was my very first finished project since making peggy squares at primary school. You certainly can’t go wrong with a big square that is entirely garter stitch and a novelty yarn hides all of your sins. Perfect.
The result is this year is the year of…drumroll…

Welcome 2008!
New and old beginnings
I’m turning into my mother, I swear it. Just as well my mother was pretty cool and well-loved.
But here I am, a professional woman, who is enjoying doing those old traditional things like making preserves, and cooking and the latest evidence of mother metamorphosis, knitting.
I totally blame my children for this.
And thank them.