neck warmer

Not So got me a set of knitting needles for Christmas, which of course meant that I rewarded him with crochet. Hey, knitting is hard.

Anyway I crocheted this great neck warmer using the Unisex Neck Sock pattern by Wendy C. Brown (add it to your Ravelry queue, for serious). I used Cascade- hey, y’all, if you’re not into this sort of thing, for the love of god, stop reading now. I’m not going to talk about anything else in this post. Anyway: Cascade 220 Superwash in this fabulous slate heather that’s almost black & is just crazy cute. As is my husband, amirite?

Anyway he loves it, and can often be seen wearing it on his head. Because he’s a maverick, see? (Also it keeps his ears warm.) I’m really happy with the way this came out and am totally going to make one for myself. Except with buttons. Because how cute would that be?


ribbed hat: finished!On our trip to Bellingham I picked up some lovely wool yarn exactly the shade of the Bellingham sky (gray) and managed to turn it into headwarmers for my two favorite boys. So cute, right? I have enough left to make something else, like a very short scarf or possibly a potholder. Or possibly there’s more than I think there is; I’m a terrible judge of yarn. one big, one small

They love their hats, though, and people say things about how cute the two of them are when they wear them together. I maintain that they’re cute anyway, but whatever.

Plus I got to update my Ravelry queue, and that’s always a good thing.

getting crochety

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to Make More Stuff. I’ve had Craft Envy for a while now, and when I watched my favorite Maggie knitting in the park last time I visited Santa Cruz I knew I was going to have to figure out how to make something out of yarn.

Knitting baffles me, but my mom taught me to crochet when I was fifteen so I felt a lot more comfortable giving that a try. I went over to Knit/Purl on Monday to pick up supplies…and promptly fell in love. I never thought of myself as the sort of girl who could develop a yarn fetish, but there you go. It’s the Apple Store of yarn shops. Gorgeously laid out, minimalist, and quiet like a library. The yarns sent me into a tactile stupor – so many textures! So many colors! My brain immediately went into overdrive, imagining all the things I could make. Assuming, you know, that I could figure out how. Compounding matters was the fact that there were all sorts of completed projects on display with the yarns. Each project (which looked like it would be equally at home in a designer boutique) bore a tag with a pattern number instead of a price.

On the clerk’s recommendation I bought a simple wool yarn (which I know will shrink all to hell the first time I accidentally throw it in the wash – and it’s not like I have any illusions about that) and a bamboo crochet hook, and I’ve been slowly re-learning how to crochet. I remembered having a lot of trouble with edges, but this time around they at least seem to be managable. I haven’t tried any fancy stitches yet, but every row I don’t screw up makes me feel a tiny iota more confident about the whole thing.

Crocheting is surprisingly Zen. I thought it would make me anxious because I could be using that time to do, oh, any of the ten thousand other things on my to-do lists, but instead it makes me feel wonderfully productive. I’ve been picking it up during my downtime – while a website is loading, or while the baby is napping on my lap, or while we’re upstairs and I don’t have my laptop. Doing something with my hands is a great way to quiet the chorus of “Oh my god oh my god I have so many things I should be doing right now” in my brain. Cheers to that.

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