There would be more (and more recent) pictures in this post but I have had to hide my camera card reader from my son who thinks it is a spaceship — and now it is so well hidden that I cannot find it.
The Urban Aran Cardigan for my husband’s birthday (January 2009) is now being sewn up. This photo is a few days old since both sleeves are now on and I just have the sides and underarms to go. I had to bust into my last skein for the sewing so I had just enough yarn. The local craft store did not have a zipper of the right length and color–mostly because it had been raided by people making Halloween costumes, I suspect–so I will order one from Zipperstop. Almost there!
I also finished the first Jaywalker from my Flat Feet yarn (again this picture is a few days old)–that was started on January 13, the day before Matt’s birthday. Progress, ten months later! Such is life with babies and young children. I cast on the second sock and knit exactly one row before being interrupted last night by the baby who suddenly, thankfully, recovered from her flu and was tearing around the living room, throwing stuff to the floor.
I think the next order of business will be hats and mitts and scarves for the four of us. None of us is completely without these items but probably the most needy is Zander for mittens. I spent an entire day last winter knitting and reknitting mittens for him that never quite worked out and his store-bought insulated ones turn his hands into clubs.
I feel occasional pangs of holiday-knitting-itis but nothing has stuck, which is good because the only time it really works out is when I start in August. I keep telling myself that I need to knit for birthdays instead of winter holidays. But then I realize that I would probably spend 12 months of the year knitting for others and never for myself instead of 4 months. I suppose I could try it for one year to find out for sure… but then I am also sure I cannot be that organized for another couple years.
Zander was healthy for Halloween, by the way, and had a blast. I have no idea what the fever was fighting off on Wednesday–perhaps a very mild flu because at midnight on Saturday night, just as our last guests trickled out the door, Elinor woke up to nurse and was blazing hot. She ran a high fever with runny nose and was very droopy for nearly 24 hours. Then it was over as suddenly as it began.
(The marvelous view outside our living room window a week ago. Then it all fell down.)