1 – Crocheting a baby blanket. This was my first attempt at reading crochet charts, and my first finished crochet project! (Ignore the granny blanket’s whines of neglect, babies are trumps to all other projects)
Cabled Baby BlanketView 2 of the cabled baby blanket
This is Sólás Caomh crocheted in Naturally Caron Country, in Charcoal and Green Sheen.

2 – Finding these sweet buttons at a local art show. I have plans for these beauties, to be told once I actually start the project. I’m a little concerned that I don’t have enough of them, but I literally bought all of this type that the artist had!
Not my gumdrop buttons!!

3 – Having my mother be a bad influence on my knitting. Remember this lovely lace knit-along shawl?
yay, beads and lace!
Well it still isn’t finished, but now it has a friend!

I was going to forgo the second shawl, but I accidentally got my mom addicted to lace shawl knit-a-longs and then couldn’t resist when she signed up! I totally had willpower to avoid knitting 2 shawls at once. Totally. Maybe.

4 – Knitting for Christmas – including these little beauties:

The hair was the most fun, and is only slightly realistic.

Which I adapted from the “Human Bean” pattern in this book. Yes, they are based on real people (Kaela of Local Kitchen, and her hubby), and they were incredibly fun and fast to make. And I cackled about making them for months before hand, because they were such a goofy idea.

I knitted some other stuff which I neglected to take pictures of, and one surprise present which hasn’t been delivered yet, so it might be more of a mid-winter gift instead.

5 – Generally doing lots of random Christmas things, like trimming the tree, and baking my husband a gingerbread TARDIS.

It's bigger on the inside.

6 – Considering whether I should take up spinning and quilting. Because a girl cannot have enough hobbies.


I have spent many years knitting, and fairly actively avoiding crochet (except as a provisional cast-on technique). And then I saw this pattern. I queued it on Ravelry, cooed at it for awhile, and then finally decided it was too beautiful to not own it (with the assumption that some of the more garish vivid colors wouldn’t make the cut in my version). So I emailed my sister (an avid crocheter):

You need to show me how to make this.

She was, of course, charmed by my winning ways, and I showed up to visit my family with these in hand:

Icky splitty yarn and size J hook

After a fair amount of foul language and some beer, she and my mother loaned me some crochet cotton and a smaller hook, and we ended up with this:

My first crocheting!

And while I am knitting several items on deadlines, and some things not on deadlines but which clearly should have priority, I can’t seem to stop.

A whole lot of crocheting

Almost as tall as a crochet hook