knitting at 39 weeks

Almost 39 weeks pregnant now, and I am more pregnant than I have ever been.  It doesn’t seem surprising to me though really, as I have felt a bit content lately, and always thought I would go the “distance” so to speak, this time around. With the weather turned down, just a bit, and the nights cool enough for covers, my spirits and energy have returned. In fact, I am taking advantage of the extra time I have to myself, and I have been waking up very early, much before everyone else for weeks now. A walk in the mist, a few rows of knitting, just me and my coffee and some wool, or a quick batch of bread have been my pleasure.  I know these days will soon meld into sleepy mornings, and not much “extra” will be accomplished, but for now I am taking advantage. Full advantage.


These are both baby surprise sweaters, neither too girly nor masculine (in my opinion), and neither even close to a newborn size (we are having a summer baby after all). This is the perfect mindless sweater pattern if you ask me. I have knitted over a dozen, and I am never, ever disappointed.  I am promising myself to move on though for there are other limbs to cover on my three sweet children when the weather turns gray.

Here is to another morning to myself, one in which I started blueberry butter and walked in the garden with a cup of percolated coffee while plucking bolted lettuce for all our hens (That is right… NO MORE ROOSTERS! Whew… glad that is over with).  Because truth be told when noon time hits this energy of mine sputters out and I am grateful for two boys who like to play together outdoors, giving me much some much-needed rest.

PS- For all my friends and family please, please don’t ask me if I have had the baby yet.  It is driving me insane.  Sorry if this sounds rude of me to say, it very well might be.



a knitter with no direction (following skills)

Knitting accomplishments and knitting fails, baking wins and baking so bad even the birds wont touch it in the dead of winter (that is truly bad);  This is what my February has been marked in.  This slow, snowy month has been a clear display of my boys admiration for one another and their lack of need for mama to entertain.  In fact they prefer I stay out of their play often responding to my interjections with, “I was talking to Rowan.”, or “No, Miles not Mama.”.  Oh, so matter of fact.  Which has left me to my own devices, which of course includes knitting needles and flour and colored pencils and fabric and my guitar.  It’s not so bad, this life I lead.

But, if I am being very honest I will let you in on a secret.  I am not a good knitter.  Not by any means.  I watch my friends follow a pattern with such ease, rarely tearing out, or at least having the patience to do so when it is necessary.  I like to think of myself as more of a renegade knitter, a knitter without a cause, a knitter only searching for a final product and a means to pass the time.  I am not a perfectionist or a good follower of directions, which tend to be things knitters have in common.  Not this one.  After a recent knitting win (in my mind… though it was filled with lots of loose cables and a sort of improvised top… I ran out of steam for following the chart), it was time to move back to an old faithful.


Ignore the terrible photo, I ran out of steam for that too apparently.  This is pattern is habitat and I used was habitat and I knitted it in Imperial Columbia wool.  

An old faithful by a knitter whom I envision to be a bit more like myself.   One who was without the fuss and without the drama and just went ahead and moved forward if there were minor mistakes without so much as a thought.  Elizabeth Zimmerman; The garter stitch champion of the world!  I have knitted one million (or about seven) baby surprise jackets and let me promise you, not one has come out perfect.  They are chock full of mistakes and it doesn’t bother me in the least.  I knit and I gift and I see loved ones warm and cozy and it fills me with joy, and I suppose that is the whole point of this crazy hobby anyways.


Here is to the new baby Yoshi and the in utero baby boy of my friend dear friend Meg- may these sweaters be done before they fit your next child!  And I hope that this candid review of my knitting skills has inspired other non direction followers who have yearned to pick up a set of needles to do so!  I am a self proclaimed fiber fanatic despite my clumsy hands and scattered brain and you can be too!