...so I've been getting a bit wild with wool inside. In the process I think I've found the key to reclaiming my weekend. You know the weekend I had a rant about a little while back? The one my kids absconded with when they arrived in my life. The answer is to fight the urge to get out of these four walls and stay within them instead. Well, at least while the weather is doing the whole middle of June thing, anyway.
It's freezing outside and it's become quite the job, convincing my uggies to get off my tootsies. So, come Saturday I didn't bother. I let my trackie dacks have their way with my legs, too. After I trackie dacked the kids, we all settled in to a relaxed weekend of fluffing about.
My much anticipated, long awaited third child arrived by courier last week. It's a bouncing baby Apple, was sickeningly expensive and is depriving me of sleep and demanding lots of attention. But I'm quite besotted with it and am consequently crocheting something lovely for it wear while June does it's icy thing.
While the kids played outside with their Dad (no sense, no feeling, all three of them) I pulled bag after bag of woolly scraps out and relearnt how to crochet. It's been a while since I hooked it up and I now realize I've never been brilliant at it, but practice makes perfect and I'm producing less crap squares with each one I complete. Part of the problem is my distinct aversion to following patterns. I curse at them when I sew and I ignore them altogether when I crochet. Free styling it is much more fun, just don't ask me to crochet you a bikini from that mothball scented pattern you found in a suitcase at your grannie's place. I couldn't do it. I'll post a pic if I ever complete the iPad sock project. Wish me luck, I don't need another unfinished bit of fluff in the basket.
In my crocheting frenzy I rediscovered the many hundreds of retro knitting patterns I have filling a wardrobe in the shed and I happily ferreted through a small fraction of them on Saturday night ( parteee!). It took me a good hour or so, too.
I love old patterns. I have a rather large tub of sewing ones, too. I rarely use them as they frustrate the beguck out of me, but gee aren't the illustrations on the front lovely?
Contrastingly, don't ask me to freestyle knit anything more complex than a scarf because when it comes to knitting, purling and passing slip stitches over ( still with me, non-knitters?) I really need a pattern. Someone telling me what to do, and keep it simple, please. When it comes to me and knitting, creativity does not apply.
I've currently got a fluffy red jumper on the go. Have done for a couple of months now and I'm hoping to get it finished before we start to see thirty degree days. Even better if I can finish it and get on to a new one, because I've found some super ones amongst the 80's knitting pattern treasure trove I thankfully held onto, against my better judgement.
It's a big call, but I reckon the 80's was the golden era of knitting pattern design. Remember Jenny Kee? So daggy, so cool. Then there are all those batwing, big shouldered, voluminous and textured ones. I've got patterns for them all. Just one problem. I'm not sure I could pull off walking around in public in one. Help me out. What kind of knitted, 80's number could I get away with, with my skinny jeans and converse allstars? Let me know and I'll get knitting.
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