Here’s my new fabric treat for myself. It’s perfect pattern by alexander henry and I fell deeply in love when I saw it pop up as a new item on Pink Chalk Fabrics. It smacked of one of those sold out, impossible to find, ah prints so I grabbed it. I was thinking quilt for phoebe or jumper and then decided, nope. It’s for me. Maybe the backing to a nice lap quilt for Winter? Because in my imaginary life I make myself nap quilts for Winter. And then I sit under them and knit.
In real life I sign up for ravelry, get all excited about knitting, start and bungle at least three projects and realize, oh yeah, I suck at knitting. Mostly I’m ill prepared. I don’t know any of the fancy stuff and I’ve sort of forgotten all the regular stuff I thought I knew. I never have the right needles or the the right yarn. I can’t follow a chart. I can’t do fancy cast ons. So I winged it. I just started knitting a hat on some circular needles. It was immediately apparent it was way too big for Phoebe’s little head so I thought, oh it’s wool, I’ll felt it! I’m a genius. Yeah, well, it’s in the washing machine on its third run – sorry mother earth – and it’s not getting small enough. It is felting. Somewhat. But I can still see all the stitches. I checked and its 100% virgin wool. Why isn’t it thick and fuzzy and tiny and cute yet. pah.
I refuse to give up though. I’m going to become a competent cheerful knitter, even if it kills me.