Finished Objects - #10

Eh, voile! Mon béret de Passepartout - N'est-il pas parfait ?


















My beret is beautiful. I feel semi-French and ever so snazzy in it (If I ever say snazzy again - kill me).



















I love the colours, I love the pattern, I love that I finished it in a week (which included running out of wool and shopping for more).
















Oh yeah - this is so getting warn to death!

Awoooooga! Awooooga!

Purple alert! Purple alert! Wendy Dennis has run out of 4ply in white! Disaster!

Carly's little wee Podling is due any second, and I'm cutting it very very close, having only started the edging lace. Then I started running low. Now I'm down to 10g of yarn and all of the edging to go. This is very very bad.

So I called Wendy Dennis and she's out of my yarn for the moment, probably in a few more days it'll be available.

In the meantime, I'm blocking my Passepartout Beret.













Look at the shiny shinyness! That's what happens when you use a circle cut from a silver cake board underneath.

Not likely!

So I had a cunning plan. I would set up a side chart similar to my Work in Progress chart, only this one would show my yarn and how I was using it all up before the big move (September 16th, for anyone interested). I went to Ravelry and downloaded my stash results onto Excel.

I have 155 balls of wool. 155. I don't think my blog has enough room for such a chart.

Much ado about nothing (as expected)

Could I be a bigger drama queen? After a weekend of sooking and refusing to knit anything because "what's the point? No one will like it anyway" and other rants, I decided to call my mum about the socks.

Of course she loves them. She wore them all day yesterday and plans to keep them for good, only to be worn with her brown boots for "going out". "They're green!" she said, with undisguised love in her voice. "They're just lovely and they fit perfectly."

I did ask why there wasn't a great reaction on Friday, and it was pretty much what I thought - a migraine. Her head was killing her and she feels terrible that I was so upset. She also needs a new pair of bedsocks...

I'm feeling better, in measurements of HUGE. I'm now back on track and knitting far too much stuff. Behold the WIP list, and a pic of my latest start-up.















It's the Speckled Beret by Kate Gilbert. I'm knitting it for my May/June project for the "Knitting 19th Century Novels" group on Ravelry. We're reading "Around the World in 80 Days" and I've named this project "Passepartout's Beret".

I might even get this project finished before June...

Why bother, really?

I made my mum a pair of socks for her birthday, which is today. I handed them over. She looked as though she had received a cadaver. Let's explore my knitterly feelings, shall we?









Here we have a run down of my present - I forgot to take pics yet again. Bite me.

We have beautiful yarn from Dyelicious ("Orchid" - just look at those colours!) and a fabulous pattern from Interweave Knits that I had decided on 5 months ago. I ordered the yarn in especially for this present. I even sneakily asked my mum for her opinion on this yarn, and she said how beautiful it was.


I knitted up the socks during work hours (my job has some recompense for the scratches). Let's see how many stitches per sock, shall we...

12, 114.

12, 114. That's 24, 228 for the two.

Is it me? Surely that's an achievement? On 2.5mm needles, no less.

I gave her the sock in a lovely bag, and she pulled them out and just looked at them. I told her the name of the socks and she said "Oh, thank you" in that horrible dull flat voice you use when you hate something. I had the Interweave Knits that the pattern was in (I'm knitting a lovely beret from it) so I opened it to the page (apologies to my sister Fiona who was riffling through it at the time) and said "See? Here's where I got the pattern from." Fiona commented on how different mine were from the picture (I think she was referring to the colourway). Mum looked over her shoulder from where she was putting them away and simply said "I wouldn't have been able to tell."

That's when my brain went "snap" and my heart went "crack". This is the woman who taught me to knit, who never hesitates to ask me to knit something for her friends, who was wearing a feather and fan scarf I had knitted her just today. The socks were perfect, they were hard and beautiful, and soooooo soft and she was so dismissive of them.

If I keep feeling this hurt, I don't think anyone in my family will ever receive anything knitted ever again.

Sorry guys.