Yesterday I got a blast from the very pleasant past when my pal Orna wore Clapotis to her birthday lunch at ye olde coffee bar. Seeing as it was her birthday, she had let down her hair. Her hair was the whole reason I had given her the Clapotis in the first place. (I had knit it with no particular person in mind–remember Clapotis fever? I had it bad.) There was a hint of bluish sunlight in the park as we walked home, so I finally got to take some action shots of a 2005 FO.
Somehow this gave me strength for my last-minute gift-knitting journey.
Orna got these fetching Fetching mitts for her birthday. I had started them for a teacher, but couldn’t be sure the teacher would love their mismatchiness and obscure cables. I need those two qualities to be loved. The Orna adores the Noro Silk Garden.
She went gaga the other day when I gave her son Ben the Maine Morning Mitts that had turned out a bit too big for Joseph. (In the same coffee bar. One might think we live there. One might be right.)
These two pairs of mitts were a detour from my scheduled teacher-gift knitting. But I’m not stressing. I found some dee-vine yarn for a pair of more subdued and luxurious Fetchings, and I’m doing fashionably chunky scarves in suave, ropy Misti Alpaca for the other two teachers. One scarf is already finished and even blocked. I rock! (Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, “I knit like an automaton!”) I will show those soon, the next time we get a few seconds of bluish light.
The Fetching pattern is a quick and satisfying knit. My only modification was to eschew the picot bind-off so that the mitts would fit a bit more snugly, as I saw Emma doing on her Fetchings. A plain bindoff, with 3 evenly distributed K2togs, did just fine. Maine Morning Mitts are even quicker, and just the thing for the Extreme Outdoor Gameboy boy in your life.
What’s knitting down there?