My first pair of mittens.
Amy taught me to knit on my red(ish), camel(ish) back couch in Bellingham, WA. Ever since I have become a yarn snob. I find it very hard to work with anything from the chain stores. I prefer hand spun, hand dyed...high quality yarns....when I can afford them. I've decided I'd rather save up my pennies and knit one thing I really like with yarn I really love, then to have a bunch of things lying around 'just because'. Also - I like giving my money to someone who is putting their heart into handcrafting something unique. This skein of "crooked sidewalk" came from an etsy seller named Hobbledehoy. I copied a pattern out of a book on my lunch hour. Despite how many times it said to - I didn't bother to check the gauge. The thumbs look like they are on steroids. The result is very satisfying none the less.
4 comments:
Yeah, you got two mittens out of the one skein. Nice job. Now I want to see you wearing them.
Wow..didn't know you could knit! My paternal grandmother (may she rest in peace) wanted to teach me being the oldest of her grandaughters (here in the US anyway) but at 13 I was naive and brushed her aside with, "si abuelita - un dia" (sure grandma - one day). 28 years laters I regret it but you can't go on living with regrets so maybe I'll take a class to learn? I LOVE the mittens by the way Tania. They're full of character.
Rosa :)
@ anonymous J - I even have some left over...yay. Sounds like i need a trip to Maine so you can see them on.
@ Rosa - I totally understand that. My grandmother and mother were both "crafty" and I wanted absolutley nothing to do with it. I thought I was way too cool to do any of it - I preferred making out with boys, sneaking cigarettes and drinks...and any other thing I wasn't allowed to do. I didn't learn to knit until about 5 years ago through my friend Amy. I know there are "stitch-n-bitch's" all over NYC - maybe you could join one? I recommend that book as well - it's called "Stitch-n-Bitch".
Oh I understand that rebellious stage. Good for you! Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately?) mine came a bit later. My sister was the rebellious one and I was Ms. Goody-Two Shoes - that is until I joined the service. It all went down hill from there...;) Stich-n-Bitch huh? Hmmm...I'll check out the book. Thanks chica!
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