I’m a knitter. Sure, I’ve been a little less prolific the past year or two, but I still always have something on the go. But I don’t think I’ve knit myself anything for, well, over a year. Probably closer to two.
That’s outrageous!
That’s unacceptable!
That’s being fixed!
Introducing a handspun Shalom all for me!
I’m hoping to be able to finish it before the end of this pregnancy because it would be the perfect pregnancy sweater. Bulky wool but without sleeves would keep my prone-to-overheating pregnant self from doing just that. It being a cardigan means that it could, easily, accommodate my rather robust midsection. But, if it doesn’t happen, well, it will be the perfect piece of transitional warm on cool spring days and I’m sure I’ll be just tickled to pull it out again in the fall.
For now, I’m just enjoying working on it during mealtimes with Ewan. As he’s started to talk, mealtimes have started to approach epic-lengths. Today’s lunch, for example, took about 45 minutes for him to finish a small bowl of noodles and a quarter of an apple. He’s just too busy talking, chatting, telling me all the wonderful things going through his head. “Mama, noodle, mmmmmm.” “Napkin lap.” “Mama big water. Ewie small water.” And, that’s ok, because I’m knitting. I’m knitting a sweater for me! Take all the time you need, little man.














