I'm glad you asked. Did you know I knit? I made at least a dozen attempts to quit smoking, and in each one I learned something new. The final final piece of the puzzle was figuring out what the hell to do with my hands, and that's where knitting came in. That was over five years ago, so clearly it's a winning strategy. Happy knitter that I am, I went upstairs, grabbed some leftover yarn from a long-finished project, some U.S. size 11 needles and cast on 14 stitches:
Yes, that's a skinny yarn on some big needles. But it's a doll's blanket, it doesn't have to be wind-resistant. I figured I'd just knit for a while and then decide I was done, probably when it looked relatively square:
As soon as The Husband guessed what I was making out loud, The Parasite decided I was done then and there. "I need a b'anket for dowwy, Mommy! It's bedtime for her." So here it is, the saviour of my annual Kleenex budget and the thing that made me a hero in the eyes of a two year old:
Now I just have to make a few more for ALL the dollies (and who the fuck bought her all those Little People anyway?) and I'll be on track to save the planet from my Kleenex-happy kid. I just hope she doesn't get any big ideas about knitting requests. There's an update on the fertility doctor front too, but I have knitting to finish and I'm way too tired so I'll fill you in on that later.
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