A special thanks to all of you who have been checking my blog. It is so nice to know that even when I do not post regularly people still stop by for a look. I have not disappeared! Last week one of my Uncles passed away after a prolonged illness. My Dad and I rushed off to Ireland to be there for the wake and funeral.
I am back now and will post pictures of my Irish knitting purchases and updates on my projects.
In the interest of full disclosure: my first sock turned out big enough to fit Finn McCool, or so my parents like to keep reminding me. I had left it on my dining room table. My parents stopped by while I was out and, of course, called me later to tease me about the size. Once I finish the second one, I will go back to rip this one out and try it again. And, yes, I know it looks like a Fuzzy Feet slipper.
My cousin told us the other day that there is a rumor in the family that the names of my Dad and all his brothers are from James Joyce’s Ulysses. His sisters are all named for saints. I thought all of them, brothers and sisters, were named after saints.
I have flirted with Ulysses but must admit that I have never muscled my way to the end. May be it is time I did because from the bits and pieces I have read I do vaguely recall my Dad’s name and the names of two of his brothers being in there. This has inspired me to actually read the whole thing. I will have to dig out a battered copy from my basement. Inspiration can come in weird ways.
Just for good measure, I should note that neither my Dad, nor any of my uncles are named Leopold or Stephen.
The other day as I walked to the grocery store I thought to myself, “I need a pair of fingerless mitts for when my hands are chilly but gloves or mittens would be overkill.” I am a woman with cold, cold hands. My Mom always says, “Cold hands, warm heart.” But Hub sometimes complains to me, ” You only want to hold my hand so you can warm up yours.” That’s not true. Well, not true most of the time.
I do have a pair of fingerless mitts. Awhile back I knit myself a pair of Fetching. It is a lovely pattern and a quick knit. Unfortunately in my fervor to knit them up I did not take into account the fact that they would end up too big. So big in fact that they kept falling off my hands and I stopped wearing them.
Now Hub may not knit, but he certainly pays attention. He suggested I do a little felting. And I did.
In the felting process the lovely detailing was lost. But now I have super warm and comfortable fingerless mitts. I ran them through the washing machine cycle once. They were just damp when they came out so I put them on and shaped them to my hands. Now they have a nice snug fit.
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