Planning for winter

These are the things I’m promising to knit, or planning to knit, this winter. You can skip it if you want, my feelings won’t be hurt. This is mostly a place keeper for me.

There are three sweaters in the works for Lucy. One is Setesdal (Rav link), because I have come to the conclusion that I want her to have one fancy colorwork sweater each winter, until I get sick of it, or she sizes out of the baby patterns (the kids ones are way less adorable). One is … well, there’s no picture, because I’m going to have to make it up, because the pattern wasn’t working AT ALL. The goal is to use some lovely colors of Lamb’s Pride that I have (body pink, purple and yellow for sleeves) and somehow make it look like those adorable shirts that are fake-layered — you know the ones, where it looks like you’re a skater kid, wearing a short sleeve shirt over a long sleeved one, only they’re preppy now? Yeah, like that. I also have some GORGEOUS Blue Sky Alpaca & Silk that’s begging to be — well — something, I don’t know yet. I have to find something worthy of the grey green gorgeousness.

I have two sweaters for myself that I have to finish. One is the birthday present yarn, and one is the grey yarn I started last year.

Chris wants a hat for his birthday (which is today). A 2×2 seaman’s cap in a reasonably soft yarn should suffice; he’s getting back to me regarding color so that it can match his new leather jacket, which he doesn’t own yet. I’m hoping for a deep green or blue, which would suit him without being girly.

Frank wants felted gloves. Didn’t have time to ask color.

Parents want cute hats for toddlers. There will be seven of them by then, as Lucy will be old enough to notice if she doesn’t get a hat. Thank god their heads are small.

The wedding that was possibly getting pushed back (not mine, obviously) is now back on for somewhere between May and June of 2010. This is fantastic for the couple, but bad for my knitting schedule. Oh boy oh boy.

What do you have in the works, if you’ve actually read this far?

Being brave

It has to start somewhere, right? It has to start somewhere.

Where it started today was finally — finally — breaking open the stash and sussing out the damage. If you’ve been hanging around with me for awhile, you might have heard about the moths. Or I might have been in such a panic that I never posted about it, I don’t know for sure. I know how it started — slack stash management in two old apartments, because I was spoiled by newer buildings before. I even know the bag of Socks That Rock that sat under the coffee table for a year and started all this trouble. I know that if I’d managed the problem more quickly, I probably would not have needed to cull a full trash bag of infested yarn today.

But the point is, I finally did it. I’m pretty proud of that.

The stash is still not organized — this is me, after all — and even though I reclaimed a dozen needles from projects, there are still a dozen things in there crying for my attention, reminding me of how ADD I am — but I’m confident that none of the yarn that’s in my bedroom is moth food. And to keep it that way, every single skein in the bedroom is in a ziploc bag.

I want to make this into some metaphor for life. Sure, it’s chaotic, but the darker elements are being culled, leaving behind that which is light, love, and happiness.

Of course, it would be nice if I could have light, love, and happiness, and the bag full of leftover sock yarns that I had a very vague plan for. But hey, nobody’s perfect, right?

Time to feed the kiddo, and see if it’s possible for her to sleep before 10pm. Please, God, make it possible, okay?