In the last wee while, I have made a peculiar assortment of things, even odder when I see them brought together now.
Twenty seven high vis, Velcro armbands are now ready to help Our Dear Girl’s harried teachers keep track of a mob of excited preschoolers when out and about in the park. I am so grateful that is not my job, I would have an ulcer in a week.
Fluorescent colours disquiet me. I appreciate their role in keeping folks safe but their complete lack of naturalness jars the eyes which I guess is the point. I am an old enough to have worn florescent colours in the early eighties and have shuddered about it ever since.
Then there was the dolly project…
…a spooky bit of remodelling a store bought, soft bodied dolly for a theatre production My Man is organising. The doll is gradually assembled through the play so the trusty velcro came out again to provide a strong, instant attachment. The play notes specify a red dress with white polka dots so that required a custom spot of making too.
It was good to have these done and the doing was pleasant but the sweetest pleasure of all was this:
Knitting socks in front of a campfire in the middle of the bush, towering manna gums looking on, the sounds of Our Dear Girl turning a giant log into her Command Ship, Our Dear Boy gathering wood for his own little fire and My Man next to me quietly gazing into the fire. OK there were just moments of this before someone fell of something, poked someone with a stick or got cross but they were blessed moments.
These socks are Rivercat socks by Brenda Patipa from Knitty Spring 2011. They seemed to effortlessly complete themselves due to the beguiling pattern stitch, small triangles which form and reform through decreases and yarn overs. Not only do the triangles grow in a very addictive manner but they skew as you knit them because of the linear decreases.
The yarn is some highly processed, once-was-wool-maybe, Schoppel Admiral Tweed Bunt in a colour called numbers. It is made in Germany but who knows where the sheep lived. Ravelry notes here.
May your making take you odd roads this week.
