It started out very pink. So I added a little of white to lighten it, and then a bit of brown for contrast. And suddenly, it became a giant slab of patchwork ice cream -- strawberry, vanilla, chocolate.
Only a few hours in, I realised that this blanket wasn't for us. We, the house of a million blankets, in the land of eternal humidity, do not need 5lbs of heavy wool.
Instead, it is destined for a certain little sister of mine (I'm banking on the fact that, mid-IB-exam-prep, she doesn't read my blog, so other family, please don't tell her!) who'll be heading off to university this autumn. Though she's a Snuggie fanatic, I'm hoping this'll come in handy when dear old Snuggie is in the wash.
And what's lovely is that the whole of our family contributed: Tilly chewed on the wool as it went from ball to needle; Bella donated a few of her own hairs (albeit, accidentally) for added warmth; Justin knitted two whole stitches on his own-- his first attempt at knitting, and, sadly, probably his last; and me, I just knit and knit and knit, all the while thinking back to my first year of uni and hoping that Alice's first year is equally, more and less momentous.
4 comments:
It turned out lovely! That's a lot of stitches. I'm sure your sister will love it. It looks cosy.
I would have really enjoyed witnessing Justin's stitches!
Your sister will love not only the confortable and pretty blanket, but the fact that you knitted it for her: it will mean 'family' in the months far from home.
Thanks -- yes, it's very cosy, and kept my feet toasty while knitting. Justin's stitches were very good, actually... but he got a bit frustrated with fitting the needle into the little loops!
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