Triinu Scarf

Today I started the Triinu Scarf by Nancy Bush. I got a little bit bored of the sock, so I decided to start this project I had in the queue. I am using Rowan's Kidsilk Haze in a brown/greenish shade that I bought half price at a yarn shop sale:

The first few rows of the pattern look promising so far! I will post a picture soon.

Socks

 The socks are looking pretty good! I had a false start, as I realised that the size was too small. I had miscounted the stitches, so I had to start it again. Now they might be too big, but that's ok: hopefully they will be both (right and left foot) ready for next winter!  I am slowly getting used to 4 needles. I had problems at the beginning with the rows at the needle changing points, but tugging the yarn firmly seems to do the job.

Some finished projects

I should post here some of my finished projects. I started knitting when I was very little. My granmother was a knitter, crocheter, seamtress and taylor (she lived from that). She taught me as soon as I showed an interest. I used to knit my jumpers as a teenager. Today it seems to be different (or may be because I am in a different country/culture?), but in those days (we are talking early 80's), if you wanted to have a nice jumper to wear, you had to knit it yourself. Or may be that was the way it was in my family! I also learnt to crochet. My crocheting was mostly supported by the teaching of a different 'granny', my godmother's mum. I remember random knittings along my life: a blue jumper when I was 16, a little jumper for a puppy I had when I was 20 (I remember alternating knitting and excercises while I was preparing for an exam -I studied Physics-), a cardigan and a jumper for my baby son...wait! I have pictures of that! :)

This is me knitting a pink and lilac cardigan...which was left unfinished when our doctor said: 'Did I said to you it was a girl? Gee, I was wrong!'.

This is the little jumper. I had forgotten about the booties, now I remember! Eventually I will get enough time to do a scrapbook...when the children leave home!

Lucas taken by suprise wearing the cardigan I knitted for him...

Ok, I got you, you are taking a picture of me!

I took up crochet/knitting back again a couple of years ago, again to do stuff for the children. I knitted a lovely little baby doll for Emilia (from a knitting magazine, when I have more time I might add some pics and references), a pirate doll for Lucas, a Snake for Lucas:

and I crocheted some clothes for Emilia's baby doll (the green version is still unfinished. I am thinking about decorating it with little flowers or something):

The pattern for this 'Crochet Baby Dress - Solomon's Knot' and hat were scaled from patterns by Teresa Richardson which you can find in her very, very helpful blog (it is worth a visit!). Most patterns and tutorials come with videos, which are clear and straightforward. Below you can see the same dress and hat in grass green...

And finally, a project that I enjoyed enormously, my first lace knit:

The pattern is from the Lilac leaf Shawl designed by Nancy Bush, which appears in her book 'Knitted Lace of Estonia'. I used Rowan Kidsilk Haze, and it worked really well. Soon I will start my second lace project, the Peacock tail and leaf Scarf. For the moment, I am focusing on my first pair of socks :)

Sock trial

I am starting to knit socks. I have lots of lovely sock yarn, but I have never knitted a sock before. So I decided to start with the ‘Socks 101’ at Knitty.com. I think I never worked with 4 needles before, it took me a while to get it going! Finally, after many false starts, here it is, my little sock trial.

A poem

I love Shel Silverstein. I found this book in good old Borders, when it was still alive. We used to love going there, the children and I, and with hubby on the weekends. We would browse for hours and sometimes we would find little gems, like the book where this poem comes from:

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

I like that...to walk with a walk that is measured and slow...