Astrid knits her way out

the treasure of the neighbour's wife

Our neighbour died a couple of months ago. He was 93 so he wasn't  " smothered in the crib" (according to my mother-in-law: she is 86 herself so she is entitled to say this). The neighbour's wife died before we moved in to this neighbourhood, so I've never met her. Last saturday I regretted that. The oldest son of the neighbour asked me if I wanted some knitting-stuff that had belonged to his mother. Holy shit: a room full of yarn, needles, buttons, weavingstuff. I was very eager to take it all: otherwise it would have been thrown away! (horror!) But at the same time I felt a bit sad: I surely would have liked her: who among you would not love to have a knitter as a neighbour?

So dear neighbour's wife: you can rest now: your stash is in the safe hands of a knitter. I will gard it with my life and use it with the upmost knitters-respect.

   

 

a happy son is ....

 

My son Rik is so easy to please: knit him a pair of broad street mittens and he is a joy forever!

I found the pattern at wolhalla . The yarn is from unknown  sources.

tiffany

My first FO of 2007.

Tiffany of the latest Knitty

These mittens have a peasant thumb. That you can continuate the pattern in the thumb is good for the eye but not for the fitting.

Look at the Tiffany's at work:

Here you can see that the pattern is stretching. So, the moral of this story is: knit thumb gores when you want to be mobil, otherwise: choose peasant thumbs if  you want to sit still and be pretty.

What makes me wonder: what did those peasants do all day?