This is another Noro Silk Garden hat, … except it’s in Kureyon and I ran Blue Sky Alpaca along, as Kureyon isn’t known for it’s softness. I absolutely adore this colourway, it’s colour # 184 . It’s for the hubby’s step brother. So much for my not knitting Christmas presents.
This is another Christmas present I wasn’t going to knit. It didn’t start out as a Christmas present, it’s just that Christmas happens to be round the corner and the yarn arrived Friday. If I’m not done for Christmas, the SIL will understand, we’re grown up about it. She knows about it. It’s supposed to be Aiblhin and then I’ll make some long fingerless mits too. This is the supposed-to-be Aiblhinn before she went to meet the frog.
She met the frog because after a full Saturday afternoon knitting session, I was heard to cry out this: “Honey! I made a mistake! I made a moebius instead of a tube!” If your husband is a geek and you are looking for consolation, don’t use fancy words. Remember that. To say that he was fascinated by that statement, is an understatement. “Wow. How did you do that? If you keep knitting, will you warp the time-space continuum? What happens if we throw Linus through it, will he come out white on the other end?” He continued to sputter further nonsense, but no consolation. So I called Cassie, who had just left. Just left? Yes, I tricked her into having our SnB-LES-Splinter-get-together - just the two of us this time - at my place again. Mwahahahaha. She was naturally much more supportive. But I still had to frog.
Cassie was also supportive in that she inspired me to finish this. These were the MIL’s presents I had made for her for last year’s Christmas. I was done in good time, but then got stalled at attaching the needlepoint to the pillow case. It wasn’t going to be as perfect as I wanted it to be, i.e. the needlepoint edge ligned up perfectly with and perpendicular to the stripes in the fabric. Cassie said: “Oh, go on, do it.” Or something to that effect. And so I did. And I’m very happy about it. We wanna keep it. But it’s on its way already. I wanna keep the bracelet too, but that’s on its way to her as well. The beads are recycled from stuff she send me from her reject pile … mwuahahahaha. Right back at her.
But much improved and actually pretty.
And this is the extent of the Christmas decoration around here. No wait, there’s also a bowl of unshelled peanuts. Peanuts are a very important part of the Christmas season in Switzerland. As are mandarin oranges, but here they come in that silly crate which for some reason annoys me, so I never buy them. I should get the tangerines.
Aiblhynn is speeding along, despite my self-sabotage yesterday. I was happily speeding along, and twenty minutes into my train ride to work, I ran out of yarn. And. I. Didn’t. Have. Any. More. With. Me.
Speaking of trains and speed. Isn’t part of the special relativity theory that time passes slower the faster one travels? Or something to that effect. I’m here to tell you, that I have first hand experience that that is not the case at all. I know for a fact, that when I knit on the train (I’m talking train, not Subway, that would be a different kind of law altogether), I get less done, than when I’m stationary. I’m available for corroborative experiments, but cannot help with the math involved.