A very low-fat Easter

I know that I'm biased, working for Weight Watchers as I do, but this really is a great alternative to a chocolate egg at Easter time.

Marcus and Dorothy may not have had these at Easter but I don't care. Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran makes the perfect chocolate colours, milk and dark.

The pattern is the Chocolate Easter Bunny by Doni Spiegle and it was a really quick make. The actual bunny bodies only took 5 hours for the pair of them, but I just couldn't seem to get it together in time to finish them up!

Marcus thought it really was chocolate, so he was disappointed when it wasn't, while Dot cuddled hers and then tried to eat it.  They don't look that real, kiddos.

It's the tail that kills me. I want to carry the bunny around calling "Poofy tail! Heeheeheehee! Poofy tail!" like Homer Simpson and the poodle.

Almost two hours

It was closer to three hours to finish off Marcus' beanie, and he's not very impressed with it.

The pattern is Debbie Bliss' Contrasting Edge hat, minus the edge. I shortened it by 1.5inches (yes, I still sometimes work in inches, much easier for knitting) and it fits like a dream. Well, probably only for this year.

The edge is Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran and the blues are Misti Alpaca Tonos Worsted I had left over from another project, so using some up was a way to tidy up the stash.

Unfortunately, the photography cut into Marcus' pwning time, so the session ended rather swiftly.

Stick around this week to see how much of my Wednesday list I've almost finished!

Unrealistic expectations

Knitters have no idea of time.  We really don't.  We think that we can knit a beanie overnight,  or a jumper in a week. We start to calculate stitches per minute and work out how many inches we can "whip up" in an hour. Sometimes we're asked to knit something for someone else and we think "Pffft! Two hours, if that!".

Knitters are the most delusional of crafters.

I thought I could knit Marcus a new beanie overnight. I started Wednesday afternoon, but by the end of the night I had only four of the eight inches I needed before the decrease (feel free to create your own joke here). Yesterday was Anzac Day here, so a whole day off to knit? Bliss! However, I've been pretty sick the last few weeks, and I was wiped out yesterday by a headache so I spent most of the morning sleeping. I took the knitting to my nephew's birthday party in the afternoon but spent most of the time there trying to stop Dorothy eating an entire orange, including the peel  (failed miserably, by the way). When we got home I went straight back to bed to nap, so the evening was a write off. When in doubt, revise the pattern.

I've decided the beanie doesn't need a turn up, so now I only need to knit another inch before the decreasing starts. So there's an excellent chance I'll have it all done by tonight. Absolutely.

Two hours, if that.

I almost got something done

I am about two hours away from finishing something.

It's a cross stitch kit to make a draught stopper that we desperately need in our little crooked house. I felt that a cat with yarn fitted here perfectly. Two hours to go, seems possible right?

But wait! There's still more!

A latch hook cushion for my little Dot.

Doctor Who mittens for Felix (winter is coming).

A new cardigan for Dot.

What needs finishing, though?

 Mum's doily. Once I find it again...

 Marcus and Dorothy's Easter bunnies.

Sewing in the ends of my cotton top.

Sewing up Dorothy's cotton jumper.

Frogging my Skew socks to make a beanie for Dorothy.

Buckets to keep me occupied right? Lots to do? Which do I attack first?

None of them.

Marcus got to the scissors while I was changing Dorothy and now needs a beanie to cover up his new hideous hair style. I swear I could just scream sometimes!

Round and round we go

Nothing like a bad toothache to get you up at 2:00am and knitting.

Today's effort? Egeblad, a doily made by the lovely Bells, and currently being made for the exact same reason: a present for my mum. Mother's Day is coming up and I believe that handmade and purposeless presents are the norm.

Can't get more purposeless than a doily. Throw in some "Spartacus" and I'm almost awake.

Almost.