I couldn’t say for certain whether it’s the effect of finishing Little Bump’s blanket or more an end of pregnancy urge to make all of the things all of the right now, but there has been one definite consequence of completing the latest wooly magnum opus; I’m craving a palette cleanser.
Or two (*cough* three) ((OK, four)).
It started with the partial packing of the hospital bag (you see where attempts at organisation will lead you) and the realisation that although the Little Bump has a cardigan to wear in the balmy confines of an August maternity ward, he or she was lacking a hat. Half a day’s careful thought and a big of rummaging in one of the boxes in the disarray of the studio unearthed the rest of the You are My Sunshine yarn, and with the girls happily engaged in actually playing with Moon Dough (for some reason it’s just not as tasty as Playdoh, even if it is a bazillion times messier and thereby relegated to outdoors only) I cast on, and knit, and purled and knit and purled and knit some more.
And it turned into a hat before my very eyes. I didn’t even have to do the thinking or the maths, I just followed this very sweet and simple pattern from If Nona Knits.
Unless you’ve worked monogamously on a really big project for weeks and months on end it’s hard to explain just how satisfying it is to turn out a little project really quickly. But I can show you:
I made another hat. Because maybe that first hat won’t be the right size for the baby’s head, or maybe it will be too hot or too cold, or maybe that the baby just needs more hats (that could totally be what it’s waiting for couldn’t it?).
This one is from Rowan Baby Merino Silk DK leftover from a Baby Surprise Jacket that I made for a colleague that I unearthed in the studio rearranging and thought would be perfect as a little soft stripy hat.
And so it is (the pattern is Grow With Me Baby from Hither and Yarn, 66sts on 3.75mm needles).
So perfect that I think it might need a little jacket to match. That would be project 3 then, which is in no way shape or form responsible for a trip up to Solihull yesterday to claim the last two balls of Snowdrop that appear to exist at all anywhere.
You may place your bets now as to whether the baby will beat the knitting. Personally, my money’s on the yarn, even with distraction from housecleaning number 4, which I think should properly be titled “The Giving into Temptation Ripple”.
You see I found this bag, stuffed full of almost full balls of Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino or similar, and mostly leftover from when I turned myself into a human sweatshop churning out tiny hand knitted elephants for Kitty’s NCT baby friends’ first birthdays. There isn’t really enough of any one colour to make something for either of the girls, and any attempt at fairisle could go drastically wrong if I ran out of a colour. And yet I didn’t want to hand it over to the girls for craft projects, it’s too nice a yarn for that.
But what I have wanted to make for ages and ages is an Attic 24 Ripple Crochet Blanket, and while there isn’t enough yarn to make a blanket, there might be enough for a little something, a cushion cover perhaps for when we merge the girls’ rooms and give them a little makeover in the months to come.
Well that was all it took. The swatch looked rather pretty, and the girls love the colours (particularly if I get them to pick the next one out of the bag), and there’s something a little Cath Kidston in the combination, and before I knew where I was I’d cast on, or crocheted on or whatever the right verb is in crochet.
And now I know three things.
1. This is a great pattern. Lucy’s instructions are really clear, I’d got the pattern memorised after I finished the swatch, and it’s easy enough to read what you’ve done before to see if you’ve got lost or not.
2. It’s not possible to crochet and look away in the same way that I can knit without seeing what I’m doing (yes, I can and do knit while reading books and knit in the dark/low light) but now that I know what I’m doing with this pattern there’s that lovely familiar repetitive rhythm, the one that I find in knitting that soothes my soul and is at least part of the reason why this house is full of yarn.
3. One is never going to be enough. I’m going to have to make a full size blanket. One day.