Showing posts with label knitting by saints. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knitting by saints. Show all posts
Monday, 11 February 2013
18
As alluded to in my previous post, my mom also knitted something really special for Maia.
Not being a knitter myself, my descriptive powers are limited to: it's made of yarn, it has a blue flower on the chest, and a black patch pocket with a red heart. Superficially, a very nice sweater indeed but what makes it extra-special-awesome?
My mom recreated an outfit that Maia drew in one of her pictures! She even sent the stripey tights. If you have any questions for my mom about her magical powers, leave them in the comments and she might just delurk.
The Robot Sweater
As alluded to in my previous post, my mom also knitted something really special for Maia.
Not being a knitter myself, my descriptive powers are limited to: it's made of yarn, it has a blue flower on the chest, and a black patch pocket with a red heart. Superficially, a very nice sweater indeed but what makes it extra-special-awesome?
My mom recreated an outfit that Maia drew in one of her pictures! She even sent the stripey tights. If you have any questions for my mom about her magical powers, leave them in the comments and she might just delurk.
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
5
I don't know if any of you guys are doing an advanced degree in Shenanigan Studies but if so I have a another case study to add to your dissertation. Last week my mom was telling me how much she was in love with the hat she was knitting and how it was the best hat ever. Predictably, I said 'I can't wait to get it in the mail!' and she only went and sent it to me. Admittedly, this probably proves how awesome and generous my mom is more than my superior Shenanigan Skillz but the end result is the same so lets not quibble. If the pro-Shenanigans and the pro-Mom-is-just-awesomes want to duke it out in the comments, please keep it respectful.
This luxury silk / angora / fairy filament magic hat couldn't come at a better time as I wear a hat, on average, 18 hours a day. The above picture shows the indoor temp in my house, my sewing room specifically. That's a balmy 50 deg, Fahrenheit fans.
As you can see, the hat is perfectly formed to even the smallest head (my own). Now, I'm going to have to ask you to suspend belief: Mom also knitted something else even more amazing. I can't show you what yet as it requires the unlikely convergence of Maia, daylight hours, and sunlight. Maybe April?
Breaking News Update: Shenanigans Effective Even at Great Distances
I don't know if any of you guys are doing an advanced degree in Shenanigan Studies but if so I have a another case study to add to your dissertation. Last week my mom was telling me how much she was in love with the hat she was knitting and how it was the best hat ever. Predictably, I said 'I can't wait to get it in the mail!' and she only went and sent it to me. Admittedly, this probably proves how awesome and generous my mom is more than my superior Shenanigan Skillz but the end result is the same so lets not quibble. If the pro-Shenanigans and the pro-Mom-is-just-awesomes want to duke it out in the comments, please keep it respectful.
This luxury silk / angora / fairy filament magic hat couldn't come at a better time as I wear a hat, on average, 18 hours a day. The above picture shows the indoor temp in my house, my sewing room specifically. That's a balmy 50 deg, Fahrenheit fans.
As you can see, the hat is perfectly formed to even the smallest head (my own). Now, I'm going to have to ask you to suspend belief: Mom also knitted something else even more amazing. I can't show you what yet as it requires the unlikely convergence of Maia, daylight hours, and sunlight. Maybe April?
Friday, 11 May 2012
2
Someone re-write the Bible quick: forty days and nights of rain is no big deal. I think we're on day 113, at the very least. Oh, and highs of 6 deg in May (that's low 40's Fahrenheit fans)? THE SHEER CRUELTY. It's driving me demented, truly.
Now that I've gotten my British small talk out of the way, here's a Little Red Tennis Skirt with a brown cloud waistband. Also feel free to admire the lovely red asymmetrical sweater that my mum knitted Maia. Making things that are asymmetrical runs in out family.
Now is the summer of our discontent
Someone re-write the Bible quick: forty days and nights of rain is no big deal. I think we're on day 113, at the very least. Oh, and highs of 6 deg in May (that's low 40's Fahrenheit fans)? THE SHEER CRUELTY. It's driving me demented, truly.
Now that I've gotten my British small talk out of the way, here's a Little Red Tennis Skirt with a brown cloud waistband. Also feel free to admire the lovely red asymmetrical sweater that my mum knitted Maia. Making things that are asymmetrical runs in out family.
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
9

I might not have done too much making when we were on our trip, but my mom sure did. Using the colours picked out from The Fairytale Coat, she made this little Minnowknits Twizzletop hat for Maia. It a little bit reminds me of this, but it a totally good way:

So consumed with jealously with his sister's knitted hat, Jamie pestered Grandma until he had a hat all of his own. I can't link to a pattern, because Jamie was so specific about what he wanted that my mom had to combine several patterns. My mom said it was the hardest thing she even make, and 89% of that was probably because Jamie asked her every three minutes for 72 hours if it was done yet. I'm sure it's illegal to be this handsome.

I really have to hand it to you knitters, your patience is saintly. How do you toil away for so long to get your gratification?!
Hats off to knitters

I might not have done too much making when we were on our trip, but my mom sure did. Using the colours picked out from The Fairytale Coat, she made this little Minnowknits Twizzletop hat for Maia. It a little bit reminds me of this, but it a totally good way:

So consumed with jealously with his sister's knitted hat, Jamie pestered Grandma until he had a hat all of his own. I can't link to a pattern, because Jamie was so specific about what he wanted that my mom had to combine several patterns. My mom said it was the hardest thing she even make, and 89% of that was probably because Jamie asked her every three minutes for 72 hours if it was done yet. I'm sure it's illegal to be this handsome.

I really have to hand it to you knitters, your patience is saintly. How do you toil away for so long to get your gratification?!
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