Flippin’ Knitting

Last spring, a woman at a meeting sat next to me with the loveliest scarf. It was short and flippy on the ends and had the most charming little bobbles. I complimented her on it and lo and behold, the very next week (okay, so the meeting was Weight Watchers), she brought a copy of the pattern for me. A total stranger did this. I love people who love textiles.

The pattern is by Kat Coyle (just found her blog and it is well worth a visit—a super-talented designer with a bold and bright color sense—her lace knits are lovely) and was originally in Interweave Knits Holiday Gifts 2007. You can find it on Ravelry here.

 I made the red one in the spring for myself and was delighted to learn how to wrap and knit stitches and make bobbles…two new skills to accompany my learning to knit cables earlier this year. I settled on Blue Sky Sport Weight 100% Baby Alpaca from Home Ec—very cozy against my neck and it knitted fairly quickly. I decided to knit one in green for my Minnesota sister for her early June birthday. I’m feeling a little sheepish that I just finished it and sent it off, but she probably wouldn’t have gotten much use out of it in July and August, anyway. (The colors really don’t look nearly as rich in the photo as they are in person.)

And did I keep going to Weight Watchers? Well, yes, for awhile. But I got derailed by Italy, visitors, vacation at the lake, etc. Will. return. soon.

That self-improvement time of year


Last year I lurked on a blog about weight loss, the Big Bad Blob Blog. Some of my work and freelance colleagues participated in a bloggy contest to see who could lose the most weight in ten weeks. As they’re all creative types, the blog was most amusing (and some actual weight was lost).

This year I’ve decided to join in…I’m shooting for nine pounds in ten weeks. The male and female winner each get a (small) cash prize and the admiration of their friends. Behind their backs, the non-winners (since everyone’s a loser in this competition) secretly loathe the winners, so it can’t possibly be a good idea to win. There. I’ve already set myself up for failure. Always a good way to go.