At any given time I have three to six projects on the needles.
I know people who knit one project start-to-finish without straying to something else. I am not that girl.
So last week I set down the two kid-sized vests I've been working on (the abandoned Solstice gifts) and cast on something for myself.
A quick cowl. (Though I'm loving the old-fashioned term "ascot" which makes me feel like I should be riding a horse when I go to town.)
It is a pattern I would not have cast on had a friend not knit this – I don't know – three or four times since fall. By the time she finished the last one she had worn me down. I officially loved it. I had to have one myself.
The yarn, a beautiful hand-spun I picked up for another project, had sat in my stash for long enough.
I cast it on on Tuesday and off on Thursday. So quick!
The buttons belonged to my mother's mother's mother which I think adds to the old-fashioned charm.
In other knitting news, guess who is my new knitting partner?
Pete is casting on his own wrap scarf, similar to mine above but in a beginner's garter stitch. (Never before have I heard someone say, "What the @#*? How do I have 27 stitches again? Dude.")
It has been pretty hysterical to watch him navigate this project. He's rocking it.
Go, man knitters!