A long time ago I bought a skein of Clouds from Moonrover. It was just too unusual to pass up. But every time I cast on for something it wasn’t quite right. The sad truth was that I am not that whimsical - I just am not the type to be able to pull it off.

It languished in the stash.
Until I had a baby.
Who can pull off whimsy if not babies?

I cast on a top-down vest onto size 13 needles. Even though I only had 5 minutes at a time I finished this vest in a day. Whenever I got to a cloud in the yarn I slipped those stitches purlwise with yarn in front. I knit until I ran out of yarn. It was kismet, I managed a vest for my 1year old in 85 yards of yarn.

I’m sure that you can recognize how proud I am of this project.
The cute kid too.

My Stripe Study Shawl grows.

Can you see how the textures are working together?

How about now?

So far, so good.
So, so good.

Even though I have a jillion projects on the needles (some quite old, ahem) I cast on one more.

Stripe Study Shawl!
It’s so clever.
I wish that I had though of this.

I dove into the stash looking for something that would do it justice. You just know that I have the stash to make a striped shawl. I was torn between squishy merino or fluffy silk and mohair. What kind of luxury? Squishy vs. fluffy.

Why choose?
Same color. Both fibers. I hope this works.

I have run out of yarn with 9 (!) stitches left to cast off.
It is a knitted off cast off, and I do have a corner to turn and a decision to make about whether or not I seam or graft it back to the original stitches…
But I was so close to done.
Luckily, even though this is a scrap/mill ends project I opened a fresh skein for the edging. Might even have another, I might.

I hope…

It’s an almost finished sweater.
An almost 10 year old unfinished sweater.
(Don’t judge)
Strange thing is – it fits.

I wonder what I was thinking. Seriously. Where was I going with this? Why did I stall out?

I guess that will have to go unanswered because I just picked it up and went with what I had (or it looked like I had).

Because about 10 years ago, my note taking system was a post it.

Is it too soon to think about holiday knitting?

I was excavating a particularly disused part of the stash and found a skein of yarn perfect for simple gift socks. And with my ten minute intervals of free time, I might even have them done by then.

I am at that point in my life when everyone is having babies.
This fall.
Or so it seems.

So I have put a few baby blankets on the needles - a little too blithely, as I am unsure how this one ends. I started with a circle, but abandoned it a few rounds later when I realized that the amount of yarn I had would make it relatively small and appropriate for a car seat or stroller blanket and that being the case a square would be more useful.

Then I didn’t want to rip it out (not sure why, I only had a few rounds) and needed to incorporate the circular beginning into a now square blanket. I ended up grouping the increases into the corners. I quite like it and I think that it will be a nice soft rounded corner affair when I finally get it off the needles. But I really need to figure out how that’s going to happen. It needs some sort of border because the stockinette stitch base will roll into uselessness without something, but I don’t know what kind of border. Something lacy and girly? A big whack of garter stitch? A hem? Must come to terms with it soon, before the weather turns and the babe will start to need a good woolen blanket.

* The title comes from Invader Zim. How I love Invader Zim.

When I was a child I was a bit of a handful. I imagine that, had I been born a few years later, I would have been diagnosed and medicated. As it was, I just needed the extra attention that I couldn’t manufacture myself. This presented a problem because both of my parents worked and I attended an after school program. A program where I was far from being the only child who had needs that the staff was expected to meet.

In the 3rd grade this after school program hired an older lady named Rosa. She was many things, but what I remember was kindness, patience and just a little bit of curmudgeon – enough not to take any nonsense. I have no idea what it was that she saw in me that inspired her unorthodox decision, but she decided to work with my intense amount of fidget and sat me down and taught me to knit with whatever was at hand. Which was Pick-up Sticks and string. Perhaps I had worn her impulse control down to my level. Perhaps she wanted me to be self contained. Whatever the reason it took. I was knitting.

It was years later that I became a knitter.

One of the many indignities I suffered in High School was insomnia. I don’t think I’ve ever known a boredom as fraught with frustration or a dozen other irritations. There were very few things that I could do to occupy my time (this was before the Internet was as densely populated with time wasting distractions) without waking the rest of my family. My favorite was knitting. I threw myself into it with a zeal that my parents wish I had focused on my studies. Hats, mittens, scarves and as soon as I discovered an old battered copy of The First Book of Modern Lace Knitting - lace. Doilies were transformed into hats, bedspreads into scarves and tablecloths into a bonnet and mitts for my niece.

I couldn’t get enough. I soon sought out the local yarn shops. I amassed a collection of needles, patterns and yarn. I set foot on the slippery slope that would lead me to become the knitter I am now. Eventually I began working in yarn stores, teaching classes and publishing patterns. All of this from a small moment between a little girl and an older lady. Some quiet time with two (pick-up) sticks and a bit of string.

Along with the knowledge she gave me I kept the Pick-up sticks.

Thank you Rosa, wherever you are.