I have loads to do today, so I’d best get cracking. Among other, more mundane errands, I need to find some yarn. Not just any ol’ yarn, but some dark gray heathered yarn, soft as a whisper and machine washable. I have just the thing in mind if my local yarn shop has it in stock, and I could conceivably cast on later today. Woo!
I hit the knitter’s lottery yesterday when my oldest niece texted me and requested that I knit her a scarf for Christmas (or her January birthday, just in case I have to order some yarn). With that text, I arrived. I have street cred now.
My handknits have been met by my family with a kind of coolness, not in a cool way, but in a “oh, you made that, isn’t that nice” kind of way up until now. There was the blanket I knit up for my mom that was well-received and is used almost daily now that it’s turned colder, but the rest? Not so much. Until now. Needless to say, though I will say, I’m enormously pleased that my girl wants something I’ve made just for her.
I know what yarn I want to use. I know what pattern I want to use. And I know that, more than anything else, I want to make this blessed girl of mine happy. She’s hardly high maintenance and she’d be happy with just about anything, but still–I want to get it right. This matters.