Teen daughter asked me to make her a hoodie-type top late last year and with all the Christmas crafting out of the way, I started knitting in the new year. I haven’t been able to knit by hand for quite a few years, so this was a brave undertaking for me, but after having made half a dozen pairs of gloves, several cowl scarves, a couple of beanie hats and even a zipped jacket for No1. Grandson in the two months leading up to Christmas, I thought I might be able to at least have a good try at it.
We have been collecting the ‘World of Knitting’ magazine for the last year and the pattern I used appeared in the early issues of it, billed as a ‘Yoga’ top. Being the tight person that I am, I didn’t buy the recommended bamboo fibre yarn, instead I had a cone or two of some Aran weight acrylic waiting to be used… in for a penny, in for a pound!
As you can see, the result was not too bad, even though it did take me a month to knit. I am quite proud of myself as this is the biggest garment I have hand knitted in over twenty years, and the first adult sweater I have ever made by hand ( I am a machine knitter by choice, but more of that in another post in time to come). I think teen daughter is pleased with it too, although she declined to be photographed wearing it, more to do with not wanting her mugshot on line I think.
A few of the Christmas knits are pictured below.
Procrastination, or the avoidance of doing that which one really should be doing, can
produce some interesting results – last evening I knitted this fetching striped concoction that will mean dear grandson will never get lost in a crowd…
Won’t he be a bobby dazzler
Another garment, although work in progress, this lacy top for teen daughter as mentioned previously, but this time as a photo… just the back to knit now. Should keep my head out of my books for a few more hours!
Ladies Top, knitted in Sirdar Duet yarn
A strange affliction that runs in families?
Well it is in a way, because I definitely caught it from my one and only grandson. November last year – that’s when I really came down with Granny-itis in a big way. I had been incubating the germs for a while – or at least my daughter had. This time last year, my daughter had just found out that she was in the family way, as my Grandad would have said. It was a bit of a shock for her, as most women these days know well before they reach 20 weeks, trust my daughter to be different! Thirteen weeks later – another shock – dear daughter’s dear son put in an early appearance and was born about six weeks early.
I had long since stopped fawning over beautiful baby clothes in shops, but now, I’m at it again. I see adverts for baby things from all over the place and I can’t quite resist having a look. My house has been invaded by high-chairs and cots. The toy box that we had banished to the older kids bedrooms has snuck its way back into the living room again, full of primary-coloured plastic whatnots and teddies that jingle and sing. The fish tank is covered in sticky little hand prints where dear grandson has been talking to the fish.
Do I care? Of course I do!
I am loving every minute, in fact, I highly recommend a good dose of Granny-itis, it’s the best thing in the world next to gazing at your own newborn.
Come back soon for more about Granny-itis, and what it can mean for your heart and your home.