I abandoned my attempts to knit a blanket, this was for a number of reasons, but mainly that I used the wrong wool and the wrong size needles, but I wasn’t entirely deterred for trying again.
I just scaled my ambition down a bit.
And so I present….
It’s a bit ropey but generally not too bad for a first attempt! And I have 8 months to improve. It looks a little blue in this pic but it’s actually green.
I seem to have pooched out overnight too. I struggled to get into my jeans this morning. I think it’s going to be quite hard to hide this until Christmas.
I’m going to go with the PMA theme again today.
For the past week I’ve been working on knitting a baby blanket. I have never knitted anything before in my life. Well that’s not entirely true, I have started to knit things before, like scarves or hair bands (we’re going back to primary school now), but all I ever ended up with a pathetic six inch long piece that got alternatively wider or narrower and usually had a few inexplicable holes in it. It was not something that I took to naturally. I did join a knitting club for a while (again in primary school), but my only lasting memory of it is the day the teacher asked us what we had dressed up as halloween and one girl proudly announced “a hooker!”
Yep, Pretty Woman was a popular film that year.
Craftiness, in the making things sense, is something that I have come to only fairly recently. I went through a brief garment making phase in my early twenties (with 2 halloween costumes to show for it).
Then I went through a cross stitch phase, and then I did bugger all for around 8 years until I had my last baby and decided to make her a quilt. It’s lovely really, if you don’t look too closely at the wonky stitching.
I’m primarily looking for craft projects now for something to keep me occupied and away from google. Unfortunately this has involved way too much time looking at the blogs of highly creative people and on pinterest and has resulting in a growing sense of depression over what a total state my house is in. Maybe it’s some sort of early nesting, or maybe it’s just the realisation that walls should not be decorated with weetabix and crayola.
Or maybe it’s just that I cannot settle right now and feel the need to be doing something. I can be a shocking control freak at times so if I can’t control what is going on with my body I can try to control what’s going on in my environment.
I hope Tuesday comes before I blow my bank balance on fabric and paint.