At any given time I have three to six projects on the needles.
I know people who knit one project start-to-finish without straying to something else. I am not that girl.
So last week I set down the two kid-sized vests I've been working on (the abandoned Solstice gifts) and cast on something for myself.
A quick cowl. (Though I'm loving the old-fashioned term "ascot" which makes me feel like I should be riding a horse when I go to town.)
It is a pattern I would not have cast on had a friend not knit this - I don't know - three or four times since fall. By the time she finished the last one she had worn me down. I officially loved it. I had to have one myself.
The yarn, a beautiful hand-spun I picked up for another project, had sat in my stash for long enough.
I cast it on on Tuesday and off on Thursday. So quick!
The buttons belonged to my mother's mother's mother which I think adds to the old-fashioned charm.
My project (details here) is a lighter, thinner variation on this pattern.
In other knitting news, guess who is my new knitting partner?
Yep.
Pete is casting on his own wrap scarf, similar to mine above but in a beginner's garter stitch. (Never before have I heard someone say, "What the @#*? How do I have 27 stitches again? Dude.")
It has been pretty hysterical to watch him navigate this project. He's rocking it.
(My friend Ginny's husband wrote this hysterical post about his knitting forays. It's laugh out loud funny.)
Go, man knitters!
