The Christmas / New Year break is normally when I leap into a new knitting project with wild excitement and then after a week of knitting like a crazyknittingthing I am generally the proud owner/wearer of a new item and completely out of sync with humanity and the local time zone. I may have knitted myself into some weird and unusual garment and have knitted for 24hours solid but I am also by the time I come out of my knitting frenzy also covered in wotsit (delectable bright orange fake cheese puff "things") crumbs, and my eyes may be unable to cope with daylight. If I have been particularly enthusiastic about pretty colours then whatever I have knitted may be enough for the daughter to recoil in horror but by that stage I don't care, I am done, complete and spent. I suspect all over the world there are knitters also similarly possessed, truly it is like some sort of animalistic urge - a bit like the fabled leeming cliff leap (although I suspect that is a myth), or the mass migration of wildebeest, knitters have to cast on. The only reason there is no wildlife film of us is that generally we are closeted away, fingers twitching and yarn unravelling in the comfort of our own homes, but in case any nonknitter doesnt "get it" I have to say - the urge is so primal and absolutely hardwired into us, that the smart thing is to just leave us be, we can't help ourselves.
So what am I knitting this year? Well pretty small beans compared to most years - I have had the cold virus that has been doing the rounds in Scotland. I managed to acquire this wee nasty in the last week of November, was floored by it first week of December, smugly thought I had just about kicked it the next week in December only to have my butt absolutely kicked back the week after (I crawled into bed on a thursday night and awoke on the saturday afternoon fully clothed, including the doc martens still on my feet). Since then we have been in an on-off in a tussle of wills, some days I think I have seen the last of it and then the next day I am coughing, wheezing, bringing up chunks of lung and lurching from bed to sofa and and sofa to bed. Despite this, I have managed to knit - not the usual quantities but I have been knitting - that photo at the top, a basic linen stitch scarf in Julie Asselin Leizu DK (shade aerial) that even I in the throes of my malaise cannot stuff up. I am deeply in love with the colour but also a bit conflicted. When I am knitting it I really like the tones and then I wonder if maybe it is too pale, then I wrap it around my neck and think hmmm maybe it is ok - there is more zing in those colours after all, followed by what the heck will it go with. I shall persevere anyway. it is one hard colour to photograph but I knicked this picture from the internet...
Along with that, I knitted another neck warmer - I love the pattern but hate the colours on me, the yarn is madelinetosh which is a personal obsession of mine, the dark blue colour is fine but what the hell was I thinking when I bought the pinky-beige background? Seriously, it was a lovely pattern, and the yarn feels gorgeous to knit, but that background colour???? Ack, gruesome. It will be gifted to my sister (she has received in the past, poor love), her colouring is much warmer than mine and I think she will like it - just NOT right now as Christchurch is having a heat wave of 30 degrees and dire warnings are being issued to STAY INDOORS.
My final project, the "one" for the holiday season I have just begun the cast-on. I really like the pattern, and I am a huge fan of BrooklynTweed but this time around I have found selecting the colours really hard - nothing quite right for what I have in mind, so the reason for lack of progress has not so much been illness as dallying over colours, the right colours are out there and it has meant going a bit random and selecting some Mabel & Ivy yarn in colours I hope will work - they are in the post as I type and I am hoping they are what I want. In the mean time I have cast on, actually read the instructions (so many) and even checked by gauge (unheard of). What can possibly go wrong?