CrumpArt

I have discovered that I am an absolutely selfish knitter. Making promises and knitting things that others are expecting just does my head in and makes me not want to do it, no matter how fun or interesting the project is.

In June 2008, I promised a new pair of gloves to Mr Crumpet’s mum. I was going to make them for her birthday in July. I got some yarn and knit nearly a whole glove, with adjustments for size and gauge, before getting distracted by schoolwork and putting them down. By the time I went to start them again, the birthday was gone, winter was gone and I’d lost track of all my adjustments. I’d also dyed some yarn and decided it would be much better than what I was using.

So I frogged the glove.

A few months later, I picked up the yarn and knitted the cuff again. But I made a mistake so ripped it out.

A while down the track I started up, did the cuff, started the thumb gusset, then realised there was a problem with my old version of the pattern. I downloaded the correct copy and ripped out the glove. I finally finished the gloves this year. At Mr Crumpet’s mum’s birthday party. Oh, how I both love and hate them…

The pattern is called Knotty and the Ravelry details of my project are here.

Despite have a baby blanket to finish that’s now overdue by six months, I’ve taken the freedom awarded by completing the gloves and have been knitting some things for myself. Behold, the most awesome hat on the planet.

This little piece of genius comes courtesy of Jared Flood at Brooklyn Tweed and is called Quincy. Click here for my Ravelry project details. It’s one of those patterns that I read and thought, why the hell didn’t I ever think of that. It’s ingenious.

I went shopping in the stash for this one, and used a lone skein of Noro Iro that I purchased from Web Goddess when we were on holiday in Sydney four years ago. It’s been knitted and ripped and taken out and fondled several times over the years, and this ended up being the perfect project. I finished with 40cm of yarn remaining.

Someone at work told me I looked like a homie, and my local grocer said, unprompted, that he liked my hat and it looked like Robin Hood. FTW!