One of the recurring themes in my knitting life is that I am late with gifts, especially birthday gifts for my sisters. Luckily for me, they love knitted things, even when I finish them months late and take still more months to mail them. This time, though, I did something different, for variety's sake, I suppose.
My middle sister's birthday is in May. I had one of her gifts done in January. January! And somehow, I didn't get it in the mail until the end of June. June! I'm just going to say that I was waiting to accumulate a whole box of things to send to my family, and leave it at that. No need to mention any of my other tardiness...
Anyway, I crocheted my sister a scarf.
This was my first foray into crochet (besides edgings) since about the time I was 6. The crazy shaping might make you think the pattern is complicated, but the instructions are clear and easily memorized, and the crochet itself is not very challenging (I think the whole thing uses three stitches). All in all, I had a lot of fun making it, and I hope my sister will have a lot of fun wearing it. You know, after summer is over.
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Ooh, pretty! That's a great combo, the scarf and the yarn.
I'm here via your comment on the YH blog- just wanted to commiserate on the female engineer thing...I've been a manufacturing engineer for over 20 years and I still get business mail addressed to 'MR'-- because of course if you know I'm an engineer, I must be a guy. Not! I don't know why it still surprises people so much, except of course there are still disproportionately a lot fewer of us.
Sometimes I think the seasons blur for us needleworkers. So many projects have to be started months before their intended finish date, that working with lace-weight in January and Lopi in July start to seem normal. Deadlines such as birthdays begin to take on an appearance of vague goals. (Can you tell that I'm really bad about meeting knitting/sewing/crocheting/quilting deadlines?)
I have a friend who says that your birthday isn't over until you receive the last gift. I think she understands us.
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