My little helper, aka, Toby, who belongs to Son3. It isn't that he was bad, it is more that he looked at everything and oh how I mean everything. If it was get-into-it-able, he got in.
He did take breaks while I knit. He would curl up into the smallest little corners,Like the spot there between, side table, chair and knitting bag. Or this.
Also making an appearance on the weekend, were Sweet Thing and her folks. In a grandpa and grannie cheering move, she honoured us with her wakefulness. And we played. It was great.
Her mommy and I played in the stash while she was sleeping. Mommy found some yarn that she really liked, and we sorted her out with the right needles, and then we talked knitting. She is very interested in cables and loves how they look. She did not know how to make them so we knit a swatch and sorted that out, what happens if you put them to the back, what happens if you put them to the front and how two simple cables can combine to make the look of something dramatic and flamboyant. We spent some time with Alice Starmore and Barbara Walker and some lesser known talent, finally settling on an intermediate book of patterns with really good information on the chart symbols. We worked a little on understanding chart reading too.
I have to say, this is one amazing young woman. She isn't a knitter. YET. She sure could be. I am not sure if it is innate talent or if it just the way she has learned to approach knitting but she is intuitive. Just the suggestion seemed to take her to understanding. Its is so inspiring watching that. I can't wait to see what she comes up with!
After all was said and done, and Sweet Thing left for the evening, I closed the door on the study, put puppy down to sleep and slept the sleep of the well entertained. In the morning, even with my weekend coffee, it was not looking nearly so cheery.
I knit the rest of the day. Lots of bits, but mostly on the young mums sweater. It looks like this now.
I must comment about the wool. The yarn is a now discontinued sportweight from Elann, Highland Sport, if I recall it correctly. It shows the difference between good wool that is lowly processed and highly processed wool that is not the best quality. It isn't bad and will be fine once washed and blocked and worn, but right now? My thumbs are buzzing. The nerves of my fingertips are way overstimulated by the yarn rubbing over them as I work.
So a caveat to my words of last week on being an earthy loving yarn person. Earthy, yes, but not poor quality. Its kind of sad how the earthy yarns get set aside by people assuming they will be coarse. Too sad.