I'm back! I'm back! What? No one noticed I was away? Gee whiz. I thought you might like to know that I've been through a bout of poison oak (severe), a late summer heatwave, out of town company, and work hassles, only one of which was enjoyable. In any event, I'm happy to be back in my space waffling on about knitting as usual. This time about my rock n little handspun mitts.
I'm a huge fan of handspun yarn, and although I don't have the time to spin I find it a treat to knit. Especially so when it's spun by a special person whom you probably know as Smoking Hot Needles. I love this project because it is a great example of how the internet connects knitters and fiber enthusiast all together. The yarn was dyed by an indy dyer; it was spun by an indy spinner; the pattern is by an indy designer; and I'm the indy knitter/blogger who, as improbable as it seems, is wearing woolen mittens in sunny Southern California. All thanks to the internet.
I knit these mitts to be shorter and more slouchy than I typically knit mittens because I wanted them to be causal and comfortable to pull on in the morning when I take Simcha out for his walk. And yet. I still wanted them to have a classy look so I could wear them out for coffee or wherever. That's where the genius of picking the right buttons comes in and upon whom my dear friend, Murielle of Murielle Knitwear I rely. My first thought was to choose either wood or leather buttons but she immediately suggested something black and shiny, and that was the right call.
Spinning A Family Tradition ~
I read once that if you are the child of a knitter you are more likely to be a knitter yourself. That happens to be true for me. I also have a great grandmother (picture above) who was a spinner and my grandmother (picture below with my mother) was also a spinner. My grandmother, Ruth, taught me to crochet as a child and I proceeded to hook an afghan at a speed that startled people. But it didn't take and I've never crocheted since. My mother many years later put needles in my hands and taught me how to knit. But she did not teach me how to follow patterns as that was never a strength of hers, as I allude to in my post It's a Vintage Thing. I guess it really is in the blood and maybe someday I'll spin too.
Until next time, be well and love well. The heat has finally broken here and I hope everywhere so that we all can all enjoy an early Fall!