Hello! Nothing has changed, really on the transplant listing front- still waiting. More information is being sought about my history with liver disease. We'll see what's next.
In the meantime, I've started making my Christmas gifts. Yes, I know you probably hate me, but I'm such a slow knitter, there's no way I'd finish otherwise. It's unlikely I'll finish this way either, but I have more hope. I started by making a sweater I've wanted to knit for awhile, after seeing it featured in a Knitpicks catalog.
The sweater, is for none other than the lovely Miss Holly.
That's the best picture I have of her, freshly groomed, and wearing the first sweater I ever knit her (and that's my mom's hand, grasping onto Holly's leg as if she was about to leap to her death from the countertop). Mom and Dad requested a new sweater for this year, as that old sweater is starting to get a little dirty and gross.
So when I saw this sweater, which perfectly matches the Old Navy jacket I got her last year, I knew I had to make it in the same colors.
Feral Fair Isles
Needles: two size 7 Knitpicks Options circulars, and size 6 Susan Bates DPNs for the ribbing for the sleeves.
Yarn: Same called for on the Knitpicks page (this is all a big ad for Knitpicks, as you can see), Swish in Capri, Sand Dune, and Truffle. The cream was Knitpicks Bare, their superwash dyeable yarn.
Pattern: Feral Fair Isles, a pattern by Amy Swenson, featured in Kristi Porter's Knitting For Dogs.
Started July 2, 2007, and Finished July 20th.
Thoughts: I looove the yarn. Swish is super soft, and I loved the feel of it. The colors are awesome, and I really like the result of the sweater. The pattern could have been a bit better- there were some mistakes, easily fixed by looking at the pictures, but the publishing company never bothered with putting up an errata page, which irked me. I need some work on my fair isle work, as the stitches where I switched colors every other stitch puckered badly.
Lastly, I find it hard to make a Christmas gift early. I want to give this to my parents (and Holly, but she'll care a lot less) NOW. They don't know I made it, and hopefully I can keep it that way till December.
Now, I'm going to go get my self together- my sister's coming to get me at 11, and we're going to enjoy the last hour of Harry Potter mania at Barnes & Noble, and then I'll come home, book in hand, read a chapter (or several), go to bed, and then spend tomorrow discovering what happens to the Boy Who Lived and Lord Voldemort :) And Snape.
"Unless he's the Boy Who Gave Me Treats, I don't care."