I finished the first Wine and Roses mitt on Friday night. While watching the Pirates of the Caribbean on TV (it was uncut! it was Johnny Depp! I mean, come on -- how not?). I must say, that movie just satisfies all my lust for cheap entertainment. It's funny, it's got good sword fighting (have I mentioned I was on the fencing team in college?), and Depp prefers his ship to women. It's perfect. It's escapist. Exactly what the doctor ordered.
Oh, right, knitting. Here it is:
Flash photo, sorry (hey, if there's one thing I have never claimed to be, it's a photographer). The thumb and hand end in a turned down cuff, which I thought would be more annoying than it was. They were a bit fiddly, but not in a particularly bad way. In fact, I'm kind of thinking that I might need a pair of these for myself. Maybe in the Malabrigo? I have some lovely burnt orange laceweight.
Of course, maybe I'll use those for a pair of Delicato mitts, which I've also lusted after... We'll see. These are a bit big for me, but my sister-in-law's hands are bigger, so I expect the lace to show a little better. I'll have to figure out how to make them smaller for me.
Once these are done (and I'm about a third of the way through the second one), that'll be one present down for Christmas. I'm trying to stay reasonable this year, and I'm thinking that other than this, I'll probably just do slippers for the girls, and maybe another pair for my niece. If those go as quickly as these have, I'll try to get through a pair of socks for Rick (size 13 feet make this something of a, if you'll forgive me, feat; get it? get it? I'm trying...). My aunt asked me to make her an Icarus after seeing mine, and I do have yarn for that, but it's a bigger project, so I'm not committing myself, even in my own mind. I have to confess to a small fear that I'll get through it, and she'll decide she doesn't like it and give it back to me (this has happened before, not with knitting, but with other things, but it would annoy me more after putting in that much work). So I'll probably knit Anne's new raven shawl for myself first. I mean, really -- don't I deserve something in all this? (Says the women who just knitted herself a sweater...)
Of course, to be fair, I just treated myself to something really big. I mean really big. I'm not even sure that it'll work, but I've been lusting after this for a year, and had decided already that it was going to be my Christmas present from every single person I know all put together. It's the Socks That Rock sock club. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that my sign-up reached them before they were full; I'm waiting for my email. There are so many sock clubs I'd like to try, but that was the first one I saw and lusted after, so that's the one I'm doing this year.
I have a question for you all, before I go to have gingerbread with the family. I was cleaning up today (some friends were coming over -- I'll tell you all about that when gingerbread isn't waiting), and I was thinking about knitting. And I was thinking about friends of mine who can knit, but who tell me they never have time to actually knit. They often say that I must be some kind of miracle worker, or that I must have a time-turner, to get so much done. And I tell them that I don't really get that much done -- I just get different things done. I mean, tell me true: if it comes down to choosing between vacuuming and sweeping the house every day (I have friends who do this -- !!) and knitting instead, wouldn't you choose knitting? Or reading a book? Is it just me? Because I pretty much choose knitting every time. Every time. Vacuuming once a week is plenty. Laundry can get done in between rows of knitting. Right? Am I just a terminal slob who wants to believe that there are other knitters out there like me? Please tell me I'm not alone in my dust-bunnied but knit-ful house. (BTW, linguistic funny for you: my students have to give people a dialect survey every so often, and one of the things it asks is what do you call the balls of dust and fur you find under furniture. My favorite answer of all-time is one that comes from respondents who are Marines: ghost turds. Don't you love it? And of course a Marine would say that. What Marine sergeant would tell the guys to clean up dust bunnies under their bunks?)