New Favorites: Little hugs

New Favorites: Little sweaters

I don’t know whether it’s the back-to-school air or wanting to “hug” the ones I love, but I’m preoccupied with the notion of knitting more little sweaters to send off to small humans of various sizes. These two patterns (one new, the other a longstanding fave) top my list for being both timeless and gender-neutral, all the better for future hand-me-downs —

TOP: Willard Mini by Alicia Plummer is a sporty little drawstring funnel neck I’d love to have in my own closet

BOTTOM: Arlo by Michele Wang is the one I wanted in my size at the time (and then along came Bellows) but now want to make in miniature


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Yarny Christmas with the kids

making christmas pompoms and gloves with kids

I had an unexpectedly yarny Christmas with my youngest niece and nephew, who were visiting from Florida. I’d gotten an 11th-hour warning that they were looking forward to a tree, so I bought a little tabletop number — one of the last left at Target — and we spent Christmas Eve decorating it with pompoms, the whole family. That night, Nephew found the rejected Regular Guy Beanie in my knitting bin and instantly claimed it. (It’s his favorite color.) He wore it every day. I’d gotten Niece a ball of Cascade Yarns’ Tweed in “Hot Pink,” which looks just like bubble-gum ice cream, thinking we might try finger knitting at some point. She took me up on the offer to use some of it for mini fingerless mitts, and then her brother requested a pair for himself, to match his hat. So our various car trips around the Bay Area all involved me sitting between them in the back of the rented mini-van answering their questions as I made their tiny mitts. We did squeeze in a little finger knitting at one point — a fancy bracelet for me and a necklace for the princess.

But the most surprising part was that Nephew wanted to learn to knit. This should not have surprised me, since his primary character trait has always been wanting to know how everything in the world is done. But he’s not always as determined to do things himself as he was with this. I showed him the knit stitch and sent him home with some yarn and a couple of pairs of straight needles. He may immediately forget he was ever interested in this, who knows, but I’ll never forget his sweet little self bent over those few garter rows, determined to get the hang of it.