We’ve had the official Grand Opening of the Advent Calendar.
Not a bad start, I thought.I didn’t think that I liked these but, guess what, I do. The dark ones are delicious.
Since last we met, I have had a momentous, I might even go so far as to say transformative, experience. I have learned how to knit in the round. Boy, oh boy, have I being missing out on the craic!
Granted, I was completely befuddled for the first half an hour but this kindly man on YouTube came to my rescue. Five minutes later, I had made my first round and was high as a kite. Honest to God; heart-thumping, head-spinning excited. There really is nothing as fun as learning something new.
I took this shot with my phone to record the moment.
The excitement grew alongside the mitten. I sat there, half listening to Monty Don waxing lyrical about the history of the English Garden (the Victorians have alot to answer for) whilst clicking away merrily, flicking needles hither and thither and feeling like a pro. Woohoo!
Even the thumb gusset couldn’t put a dint in my joy. Seriously though, thumb gusset? That needs a new name. Thumb gusset is a phrase I would feel uncomfortable mentioning in polite company.
Gusset. It’s one of those words that you can get through your whole life without ever saying out loud.
Gusset. You read it on packets of knickers in Marks and Spencer and think, ‘Oh yes indeed, I shall go for the cotton gusset at 2 euro extra because that seems like the right thing to do’. You never (Thank God) need to walk up to a counter and ask, ‘what kind of gussets have you got?’.
Anyway, I got past the gusset.
This is a picture of Pride:Small Girl was at home with a bad case of schoolitis so we spent the morning at the kitchen table.
Jigsaws and trifle for Small Girl, knitting and coffee for me. Candles glowing and fairylights twinkling.
This is a picture of Pride and Joy:
I finished them last night watching The Great Pottery Throwdown.
Look… two almost identical mittens!! The thumb is a bit short on one of them (but, observe the neatness of that thumb gusset).
These were supposed to be for Middle Girl to wear while she sings ‘a pair of mittens that were made by your mother‘ at the Christmas show. Unfortunately, I ignored (as I always do) one very important line right at the very start of the pattern. You know the one, in bold print, that tells you to CHECK YOUR GUAGE. Yep, that one. So, instead of mittens to fit a ten-year-old, I have made mittens to fit a four-year-old.
Luckily, I have a four-year-old to hand. And, even better, I have an excuse to begin another pair tonight.
Window Two of the Advent Calendar was opened this morning to many squeals of delight.
I used to love painting the kitchen window for Christmas but the kids have taken over.
I need to start the deep breathing now in preparation for the mess to come this afternoon. Wish me luck!