Last night I knitted with Jeanne again. More accurately, Jeanne knitted,
and I wove in ends on the sweater for my coworker Maranda’s baby (known to be a boy). The baby who was probably born days ago, but Maranda’s (male) boss told her to just give a call and let us know sometime after she was home… We figure we’ll hear back at about the time the baby starts preschool.
Jeanne kindly pointed out that the sweater I’m insisting is sized for a one-year old probably won’t fit an average child until he’s two. Huh. Well then. Why am I bothering to weave in the ends now?! I have years to do it!
When I weave in ends, I apparently emit deep sighs with annoying regularity. Sometimes I catch myself. Last night I caught Jeanne sighing, too, as the sweater she’s working on isn’t one she would necessarily have picked to knit (it’s a special request from her mom) and in revenge, the sweater is fighting Jeanne knit over purl.
Mr. Intensity (aka “Fang Boy”) hasn’t much to say for himself today. Just that he’s keeping an eye on you… and you… and you, too.
Ugh – I hate weaving in ends. That’s what I was doing until the wee small hours of the morning last night. But it’s not done until it’s done . . .
The intensity of gaze is somewhat lessened by the fact that he appears to have his tongue sticking out of his mouth….. 🙂
Nope, that’s the little bare spot on his lip. 🙂
he sure is gazing intently …
i was scared for a second that he could see into my cake loving soul
napoleon has been enjoying my new found knitting habit (as if it were that much different from crocheting to him, it’s all chieektin to him anyway) and been gleefully chewing on whatever danglies he could
he had a tape eating episode recently. yes. we were not impressed by his lack of knowing how to use his box in such a … serious… situation.
anywho. naps says hello to the internet…
“now bring me more mice to feed my growing hunger for mice…”
Yuck, weaving in ends. Might as well get it over with. I’ve taken to catching a small tail in the yarn, like you do with Fair Isle? while I’m knitting and then chopping it off. So far, so good.
Mr. Intensity certainly is. I bet HE knows when you’ve been bad or good.
I don’t know anything about weaving in ends but I do know that Chaos looks so much like my dearly departed cat Misery it’s a bit spooky.
“me” – Chaos can see into your cake loving soul… but it’s ok if you give him some cake. Tuna-flavored cake, please.
Is the Napster speaking of real mice or toy mice?!
Carrie – He also knows if you’re sleeping or if you’re awake. 😉
Mama_Tulip – Of course, it’s possible he’s the reincarnation of Misery. Or possibly Despair. ;p
I love the look on his face!
Oh, what big eyes! He’s just staring down that camera waiting for the mousie to appear ;o)
Oh no, can I move, or will he attack!! Stop staring at me! I must leave now, I will just slowing step away from the monitor, nice kitty….
heh… toy mice… i should show the pic of the one he mangled but i’d have to have the new one to compare it to…
he just loves mices
Frankly, I don’t know why we don’t stop breathing altogether while weaving in ends. It’s the most dreary thing ever.
I did an afghan last year in fan and feather (I’ll get a pic up of it on the blog sooner or later), and cleverly decided to not only change the color of the primary yarn every other repeat, but decided to change the color of the carry-along yarn (I was using Koigu KPPPM with Kidsilk Haze, which is a yummy combination – shhh, don’t tell anyone) on every opposite repeat.
Which was loads of fun to knit, and absolutely gorgeous, but which also meant that I had about 200 ends to weave in afterwards. All of them ON THE SAME SIDE OF THE AFGHAN.
Clever thinking, right?
Next week I plan to walk on flaming embers and flay myself alive, because that sounds as though it would be at least as much fun!
Oh – also:
Does Jeanne have a kid? Or a lot of experience with kids?
Just checking, because my experience has been that generally children end up wearing clothes that are ‘officially’ sized 6mo to 2 years beyond their actual age.
This may not be the case for sweater patterns – the weird sizing phenomenon in manufactured clothing may be due to Asian workers looking at clothes and sizing them for their darling little Asian-sized babies instead of the giant Nordic-sized babies many of us seem to produce in MN. If the knitting pattern is designed by someone who comes from a family of giant Nordic-sized folk, Jeanne may be right… but you might want to check that before waiting *too* long to weave in those ends. Just in case.
(The local LYS owner informed me not too long ago that one of her customers had just popped out [ha. ha.] a 14 pounder. What sized sweater do you think *that* toddler is going to wear?)
“me” – Chaos has become a mouse snob. He has probably 20 real fur mice here and there. However, he only likes the “sparkly” fake fur mice. He prefers red right now, altho purple’s been hot in the past.
Eileen – Jeanne does have access to a 3 year old, so she’s familiar with the basic child size, I think. The pattern is from Cabin Fever’s Top Down for Toddlers. I might not have been that careful on my gauge, since it was for a baby. I’m ok with it being big – just not too small.
The wife of one of my coworkers had an 11 lb baby that was 20 lb at two months…