So I’ve finished a wee stripey something:

I would be cuter on a baby, if only one were at hand for modeling sessions.

Behold, a tiny gender-neutral pullover! It features a semi-solid background color (“Burnt Ember,” from A Verb for Keeping Warm; this is their Annapurna cashmere-blend sock yarn) with stripes of a bright solid, although you could just as well go the other way and use a neutral background to show off stripes that change color, as in Whitney’s adorable Stripes! design. It’s my riff on the classic white and navy nautical sweaters, down to the boat neck and overlapping shoulders:

Yes, I’m planning to write up the pattern, so what I need right now is help thinking of a name for it. It should be a gender-neutral name (and no, we’re not calling the sweater “Pat”), something playful and bright and maybe even sailing related, and I just don’t have any good ideas. If you do, won’t you leave them in the comments? If you’re interested in test-knitting it, I’d love to know that, too. All you need is one skein of sock-weight yarn, remnants of a contrast color, and two little buttons. At this point it only exists in one size — I’d say for a three-to-six-month baby, depending on the girth of your little cherub — but I’ll be working up some math for a couple of larger sizes. I knit mine in pieces, just for the heck of it and because I liked the way the semi-solid was behaving in my “swatch,” but picked up the sleeves at the shoulders and worked down, so there are only two real seams to sew plus a bit of tacking at the shoulders. It would be very easy to adapt it to work mostly in the round if you prefer.

Oh, you want to see the chicken buttons? Of course you do:

Sorry I didn’t get a real close-up of the chickies. I bought them ages ago because they were so darn cute, and it turns out they’re the ideal colors for this project.

Switching gears, who am I going to see at Madrona? I can hardly believe it’s this week already. I’m taking the train up on Friday evening so I can attend Amelia Garripoli’s “Productive Spindling” on Saturday morning (I sure hope she’s tolerant of self-taught beginners!), Stephanie Pearl-McPhee’s “Knitting for Speed and Efficiency” on Saturday afternoon, and Carson Demers’s “Knitting Happily Ever After” on Sunday afternoon. This is the first time I’ll be staying overnight at the hotel instead of just zooming up and back or staying off-site with relatives. I’m hoping that means I’ll have more time to hang out and meet people and practice what I’m learning. If you recognize me, please do come and introduce yourself!

Every year Mr. G’s family does a Christmas exchange. I find these things pretty hit or miss, depending on how much care the participants put into considering each other’s character, tastes, and needs. Not that I have anything against gift certificates  or money, but I like it best when the gifts are really personal. This year we drew Uncle Bill’s name (we floated some more creative ideas, but it turned out all he wanted was a gift certificate to Cabela’s) and when our package arrived, it was from Cousin Brian. And let me tell you, he hit it out of the park. His thoughtfulness revived my faith in the value of this kind of exchange. In our box were items Brian had gathered in traveling the country: apple butter from his friends’ farm in North Carolina, coffee roasted in Olympia where he lives now, soap made by a friend of his, and three skeins of yarn from a pueblo where he stayed in New Mexico. It was beautiful sheepy wool spun at a little place called Tattersall Mills (and it must be really small, as they have no web presence whatsoever): a chunky dark single-spun Debouillet still rich with lanolin, a soft Aran-weight gray Jacob 2-ply, and a bulky marled light and gray Jacob.

This struck me as the kind of gift that needs to be shared, so I’m sending some of it traveling farther on — to Deer Isle, Maine, where my friend Betsy is spending the winter and where it’s cold enough to merit chunky woolen hats.  Betsy is a rare friend who writes beautiful letters (yes, with pen and paper) and sends tiny accordion books bearing poems she’s chosen just for you, or sketches of things she’s seen in her adventures. She also leaves you little jars of cherry liqueur she’s put up from the trees at school, bakes delicious muffins and breads with surprising ingredients like green tomatoes, and can help a goat give birth and intubate the runt to feed it when it’s too weak to survive on its own. I admire her greatly and she’s just the kind of person it’s worthwhile to knit for, and I thought she was most deserving of this special wool. I grabbed a pattern from The Knitter’s Book of Wool, which seemed the thing to do with an unusual farm yarn, and the Blue Hill Country hat was quickly born.

I doubled the length of the ribbing for extra warmth over the ears. But I couldn’t send it out immediately. By the time I’d finished photographing the hat, this was my view of the box I intended to pack it in:

This hat took only a few hours to knit, but I love the thick, warm, stretchy, rustic result. The Jacob wool is soft enough that I hope the ribbing won’t be itchy against Betsy’s forehead. But the Debouillet has clearly had minimal processing and should be good for repelling the snow and damp.

Here’s what else is a warming thought: my husband comes home tomorrow after ten days in New York and Boston. I quite like a bit of solitude now and then, but I miss my partner and best friend when he’s away. As my neighbor Sarah, who’s finally moving to DC so her young family can be together all the time instead of just for a few weeks a year, told me last night, it’s easy to find a routine on your own and to forget how to be together. I’m fortunate that we aren’t apart all that often, but two busy people living parallel in the same space can suffer the same thing, and it’s a good reminder to make the most of it every day. Hurry home, honey.

I’ve been struggling to assemble as many cohesive thoughts as a blog post requires, and I’m still failing. So I’m serving Blog Scramble today instead.

Weekend redux: Quilting/knitting night with friends in Vancouver. Started a Hill Country hat for Betsy since she’s in Maine and it’s been so cold there. Didn’t do any quilting because fifteen minutes of flailing about the house searching for my red embroidery thread didn’t turn it up. Saturday I helped out a friend of a friend whose little girl has a disability that prevents her from walking, but not from wishing to ice skate. I happily agreed to help hoist/propel/carry five-year-old Nuha around the rink in Beaverton. She wasn’t sure about the pinchy tight laces and ended up satisfied with a couple of laps, so it wasn’t a lengthy outing, but the grin on her face was more than ample reward for the effort. Afterward went to Katrin’s house for knitting; finished Betsy’s hat while watching Whip It, which kind of made me want to roller skate, despite having trying it before and being disappointed that it’s not as much like ice skating as you’d think. Found the red embroidery thread when I got home, in plain view right on top of a work basket full of quilting stuff. Sunday morning I packed the dog and all the quilting stuff in the car, went to sing at the cathedral, then spent the afternoon sewing with Mr. G’s mom. Got a lot of work done on a new quilt for a special baby whose mom isn’t ready to announce to the world yet, but who will arrive at the end of the summer. I’ll have pictures soon. It’s another making-it-up-as-I-go sort of quilt, although this time I’ve got inspiration from here. I’m making stylized trees instead of Alexandra’s leaves, and alas I have no beautiful Liberty scraps to employ, but on the whole it’s shaping up to look like something my grandmother would approve of, which never fails to make me feel proud. Mr. G’s mom taught me about paper piecing and sent me home with a roll of freezer paper. Stayed up too late watching the second installment of Emma on Masterpiece. This is my favorite film interpretation of the book to date, as I think Romola Garai is perfect for the role and Michael Gambon’s portrayal of her father makes it far more apparent than in previous adaptations why Emma is who she is.

Wednesday news: Daffodils are up. Trees are budding. Apparently we might have thunder and lightning today, though. I have just finished introducing a class of seventh-graders to Chiradza for the African marimba. Lunch is a kale salad like this one, except that I had manchego in the ice box, not pecorino. And my bread is a light rye, which also gives a different flavor. It’s good, though. I’ve added half an avocado that wanted eating.

Inspiration: I want to drop everything and knit Lene Alve’s new little swing coat, Minni. Go on, have a look. I dare you to resist the adorableness. Somebody please have a girl baby, okay? Or multiple girl babies? Because I love Lene’s Lilliput, too.

… And trepidation: Madrona is really soon. And in an effort to stretch my abilities and learn Big New Things, which I always like to do at Madrona, I’ve signed on for a drop spindling class with Amelia Garripoli. I haven’t touched my spindle in months. I definitely need to do some warm-up sessions before I’m ready to expose my limited skills in public.

Knitting: a bulky version of Elizabeth Zimmermann’s curled-tip, thumbless Jogger’s Mittens, to go with the hat for Betsy. Also, my stripey baby sweater is about two-sleeve-inches shy of seaming party time. (It will be a brief party, as there are only two seams.)

After long and indefensible procrastination, I have posted new versions of the Columbia beret and the Twisted Tree pullover on the Patterns page. There is now a smaller size of the beret available for those who have smaller heads and/or want to wear the hat as a true beret and not a beret/snood. The new version of the Twisted Tree pattern simplifies and corrects an error in the sleeve increase instructions. As always, please contact me right away if you notice a mistake or any confusing directions in any of the patterns!