Dear MIL lives on Orcas Island (the San Juans are between Seattle and Vancouver, in the Strait of Juan de Fuca) near Lopez, and she met a woman at a party who told her about this lovely operation on Lopez. She being a crazed knitter herself (takes one to know one!), she guessed I'd like that sort of gift and she was correct!
Now to use it to stitch on the ties for a new Little Kitty hat that I made, modifying the pattern so it fits a toddler better.
Old news I never passed on . . .
I made a pair of pajama pants for part of my dad's Christmas gift. He is never easy to think of good gifts for, so this year I decided to make it a gift of time, effort, courage, and flannel. I'm not the seamster in the family (DH actually does far more sewing, albeit of a somewhat engineer's-approach-to-mending sort). But I taught myself enough about following patterns when the girls were little to surprise myself and DH with my ability to stitch up a pair of shorts with elastic waistband for whichever girlie needed them. So, remembering that I did conquer that mountain once, I got a pattern, some really pretty Christmas-ey flannel, and followed the directions.
I had to take several leaps of faith during this process because I don't see things as they are being constructed. If you ever took those standardized tests in junior high and high school, you might remember a section called "Spatial Relations" that involved unfolded boxy things that you were expected to mentally fold together and determine the final shape of--I couldn't do 'em to save my life. So what I'm accomplishing when sewing this seam or that, joining this panel to that, is very difficult for me to grasp. BUT I have learned that if I just trust the pattern makers, I'll end up with a sensible final product. And I did.
Dad liked 'em, he says.
I also felted a hat that has turned out mahvelous, if only I knew who to gift it to. Here's the sequence of photos showing how it went from droopy oversized knit bag to stylish cloche hat.
First I knitted it, using some lovely wool in browns and green/aqua tones.
Next I felted it in the washer:
Subsequently, the hat needed a major haircut from all the fuzzy halo that rendered it ridiculous looking. Subsequent to that, DD#3 admitted it wasn't her style, but thanks for thinking of her. Subsequently, I felted it further, trimmed it again, and now have finished a quite lovely cloche style hat, but for the moment it will have to remain an orphan. I'm not much of a hat wearer myself (short hair gets flattened in no time when one wears a hat, and in NorCal it just isn't cold enough the majority of the year to need even a cap. So . . . ah well. Fun project even if it didn't turn out to be the right gift.
More soon. Happy knitting, all!