Fat Quarters and Beyond

I'm slipping quickly, and I'm almost gone. I've made my way back into the quilt shop. Yes, back. I quilted in a former life.

It's a dangerous place ... kind of like the first time you go from the corner craft store to a nice yarn shop. Your world starts spinning with all the projects, the beautiful things, the gadgets.

I found my way back to the sewing machine innocently enough with Halloween costumes. Mouse and Rocket Boy were hysterical with excitement over their, um, mouse and rocket costumes. And, to tell you the truth, it was pretty easy.

So, I whipped up a few quick pillows as Christmas gifts.

Next, it was an apron from my niece. And, another one on the way for Mouse.

Now I'm buying fabric with no real project in mind -- a spattering of ideas, but no real direction.

But, it's so pretty, isn't it? I. Just. Can't. Help. Myself.

Holiday Gifting

Just a few clarifications and answers to questions received on yesterday's post:

1. Ann, I think, misunderstood, and sympathized about my efforts to finish Mr. S's sweater by Christmas. Let me clarify, Ann. No. Freakin'. Way. I hope to finish it before Spring.

2. Yes, Minty, I did hold it up to him. Yes, it will fit. Yes, he is a broad, barrel-chested kind of man. And, no, Maria, that is not a blanket, it is the back of my husband's sweater, and yes, it is big enough to be a blanket. Perhaps I should have stuck to socks.

Moving on...

Just because I said I am making only one knitted gift for Christmas this year doesn't mean I'm not making anything. This week, I made these:

I would never want my Sit n' Knitters to be without yarn...

A project boldly stolen from inspired by this blog, I gave them to the members of my knitting group, the Montco Sit and Knit. I have never blogged about them in detail, but believe me when I tell you, this group of women (and the occasional husband who dares to hang with the fiber chicks) are some incredible people. It is not easy to show up to a meeting of total strangers, but as most knitters, they were a welcoming group. I quickly found out that not only had I discovered a diverse group of talented, passionate knitters and crocheters, but I also found my first friends in Philly.



They are, as individuals, everything I like about people: irreverent, a little ribald, often subversive, and incredibly encouraging of me, both personally and in my knitting. After our summer of partying together in each others' homes and backyards, we went from being co-knitters to good friends.

Merry Christmas, y'all!