Hurrah! All done, bar a dozen or so ends to weave in, which I shall do tonight as well as wrapping the gifts and getting them ready to post. There are no words for the warm glow of achievement radiating from chez Goodpurl at the moment. I did learn that even the most straightforward pattern can become difficult when you get careless in the rush to finish. Binding off 5 rows early on an item small enough to make the omission of 5 rows of rib obvious was a particular lowpoint, and of course I didn’t notice until I had cut the wool. d’oh. On the plus side, I can now frog a bound off edge.
Next up is a crocheted toy for Small Girl, which I can share with abandon. It will be based on the Ballerina Bunny, but will likely be modified with mouse ears and a pink bow as a nod to her current Angelina Ballerina obsession. I am desperate to get back to my Babette blanket too. The school term finishes in two weeks and the time is right for lots of easily pick-up-and-put-down-able crochet squares in a zillion cheerful colours.
I want to answer Kepanie, who quite rightly asked why I said that I felt “doomed” to knit socks in last week’s post. In retrospect, “fated” would have been a better choice of word. I have loved the idea of being able to knit a perfect sock pretty much since seeing many of the perfect socks being knitted on Kepanie’s, Minding my Own Stitches and Ruby’s blogs, to name just a few. Bought socks never seem to last either intact or as a pair, and I have perpetually freezing odd-sized feet. Pregnancy was 9.5months of hot-footed happiness for me – even the nausea and exhaustion couldn’t cancel out the twin joys of toasty feet and unlimited cheesecake. Knitting socks always looked difficult, but now that I am happy with double pointed needles and the idea of picking up stitches, I think the time is right to try. Even if I just end up with a snuggly warm pair to keep me warm in bed when the Mister is away.
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments last week. Next year will be the start of Proper School, and I’m glad that I’m not alone in finding the whole thing a bit of an ordeal. I started off with what I thought was a simple wish for a secular age 4-11 school within walking distance. Let’s just say that compromises are being made on two out of three of those. Faith, good on you for moving for boys to a school that is better for them, that must have been all kinds of difficult but so very worth it.