A bit woolly headed

I thought it was about time I updated you all on my knitting antics, so here you go.
As my F/book chums will have noticed, the 70s-style tank top for Ethan is complete and he looks a right Bobby dazzler in it! The main part was pretty easy, but for the arm and neck bands I had to get to grips with picking up stitches. Luckily I had my knitting club ladies to help me out with that. I cocked up the neck band but as the wool is multi-coloured I don’t think you can really notice it. On the home stretch I stayed up one evening until midnight to finish it off – yes, it is addictive! The following morning I proudly showed it to Guy and Ethan only to discover that it wouldn’t fit over Ethan’s large head…. So I snipped a bit and will alter it later!
Now I’m attempting “entrelac” which means interlace knitting – remember I got a book all about it for Christmas and said it was way too advanced for me to take on. Well it’s not going too badly…. As you can see!




Pink to make the girls wink



I’m so glad it’s March. Spring is finally in the air and new projects are being started. I’ve dug over the veggie patch and planted my onions, made an attempt at spring cleaning the house (don’t look too closely) and begun venturing outside a bit more, taking Ethan to the park and going on more long walks.
One thing I’m rather proud of is the tank top I’ve started knitting for the baby. He may not thank me for it when he looks back at pictures of himself in 17 years time, but right now he’ll wear anything we dress him in. I love the multi-coloured wool for this particular project and they say a man that can carry off pink is secure with his sexuality, right?! Well, there’s just a hint of pink in this design, but it’s balanced with some boyish turquoise and even a bit of brown.
Anyway, it could have been worse, I recently discover this old Peter Pan pattern for a baby romper suit….. Watch out Ethan!


Cold sweats and sweaters

My week has been somewhat mixed. It started off terribly with me feeling absolutely awful and what’s doubly bad is that now if I’m ill I can’t just languish in bed or hide under a duvet on the sofa watching bargain hunt.
When you have a baby, nobody looks after you when you’re ill – but you still have to carry on regardless. So, after having felt like death warmed up all week, I’ve now just recovered and the week has ended on a high, with the completion of my first knitted item of clothing! I have taken a somewhat crude picture in low lighting on my iPhone, but I promise you, Ethan’s first knitted jumper is mega trendy. Now Guy wants one. Hmmm, I think I might stick to something smaller for the next project…. Watch this space.


10 reasons why knitting is great

When I was taught how to knit, not all that long ago, I knew I wanted to keep it up as a hobby but I never really realised just how much I would love it. Here are 10 reasons why I think knitting is great.
1. It’s better than exercise. Before knitting I could easily drink a few glasses of wine during an evening while watching telly and scoffing a bag of Cadbury’s Buttons. Now I get so engrossed in what I’m doing I forget to eat and drink, therefore saving me from consuming thousands of calories.
2. It saves money. Before knitting I would see things in the shops and think nothing about shelling out loadsa money on the latest cool item of clothing, now I tell myself “I could make that” meaning I don’t buy anything (although I never get round to making it either).
3. I’ve extended my social group.
I now have an extra 20 or so friends over the age of 70 who have taught me more about the town I live in than I managed to learn in eight years of living here, including my neighbour’s name.
4. I get to buy brightly coloured wool.
5. My husband thinks I’m really clever. For some reason Guy thinks the art of knitting is mysterious and amazing and is still thrilled at the prospect of me one day knitting him a jumper.
6. My mum is finally asking for my advice after 30 years of me asking for hers.
Mum thinks I know more about knitting and “how to hold the wool” than she does.
7. I get waited on hand and foot. The phrase “I just need to finish this row” sounds very important and means someone else makes the tea or changes channel for me.
8. I sound more interesting. Now rather than just writing “reading and going to the cinema” as hobbies on my CV, I can add “knitting”. How very quirky.
9. I get “me time”. At the end of a very long day talking to a baby, it gives me the opportunity to ignore everyone and pretend I’m engrossed in a pattern.
10. I get to write about it. Well, I’ve got to tell someone how great it is!


Nightmare on Briggs Street

It must be Friday 13, Ethan won’t stop screaming. He’s either got more teeth coming, or he’s just determined that I have a bad day – to add to a string of bad nights. Right now I could feature in a horror movie as I look like a zombie, no stage make-up needed.
I’m also completely confused thanks to the latest knitting project. Telling me to cast on in 6mm needles, I then need to swap to 7mm – I go to the charity shop, pick up some needles, clearly marked with a 7, only to discover later that this actually means they are 4.5mm, and another set of “6” needles, which are in fact, 5mm. What I actually needed
were a set of size “2” needles, which are 7mm in ye olde ancient English terms…. And the 6mm would be a 4, unless, of course you look at the American sizing…. When you would need a size 10 needle…..aaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!!
So why is today so unlucky? Here’s one reason


Here’s to the little things in life

There’s no doubt about it – it’s tough looking after a baby. When I first had Ethan I used to wonder how on earth people coped past the first three months. I doubted myself with everything I did and kept asking myself if I was really the great mum I had hoped I could be. Happily, I now seem to have a better grasp of what I’m doing and it’s the small things in life that confirm this. Having my parents look after Ethan for a few hours on Saturday made me realise that I should never have worried.
It seems that having not tackled a nappy for 30-odd years mum and dad went in for the two man approach when he needed changing. While mum dangled Ethan in mid-air, my dad then made to secure what they refer to as “the Velcro bits” of his nappy around his waist. It was only after I returned home and they left that I discovered, much to my amusement that they had managed to put the nappy on backwards. Joy!
MisGuided Parent writes a hilarious blog which makes me feel a whole lot better about my parenting skills. Check out this post on how babies are really easy to impress.
Now, on the knitting front I need to find something to start before knitting club resumes on Wednesday. My neighbour has given me a classic pattern magazine from the 70s with some highly amusing pictures in. I must say I’m very tempted by a few of these…….