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Introducing Morganite: A Cabled, Colourwork & Smocked Hat

Introducing Morganite: A Cabled, Colourwork & Smocked Hat

I am pleased to be able to release my latest pattern, Morganite, a design that has been a long and meticulous time in the making. Named for a complex but robust gemstone, Morganite is the perfect hat project for combining a number of simple knitting […]

New Patterns, Ancient Friends

New Patterns, Ancient Friends

I have been busying away behind the scenes recently putting together a new pattern template for upcoming pattern releases as well as to allow me to start the process of re-formatting and re-writing some older patterns. The new pattern format is far cleaner and all […]

The Coddfish Cardigan Adventure

The Coddfish Cardigan Adventure

We are at the height of the British summer, therefore it is of the upmost necessity that a toddler’s wardrobe is kept fresh with snuggly knits as the sunshine can turn on its heel at any moment and leave your wriggly little best bud shivering.

I picked out Tincanknits’ Goldfish cardigan for a quick knit in a speedy DK yarn, feeling that now he is past his baby stage, my little boy would not feel too swamped by something heavier than the 4-ply and sport weight knits of his babyhood. The fish motif of the colourwork is a cute nod to our family name and it was a nice opportunity for me to knit a round-yoked sweater, a form of construction I’d never tried before.


I made a couple of small modifications to the pattern, specifically changing the 3×1 rib to a 1×1 twisted rib on neck, cuffs and button bands, and omitting the bubble cable at the hem for the same 1×1 twisted rib. I wasn’t entirely sure of the look of the bubble cable as it seemed to flare slightly on some of the finished projects on Ravelry, and the classic rib looked a little more masculine and allowed the attention to be held firmly by the yoke. Oh and by those buttons…

The buttons are an absolute joy, as they look like a rummage through my grandmother’s button box whilst looking for the best jewels. In reality I do not have anywhere near a rich enough button collection to be able to pull out such a range of oranges and yellows, but I found a wonderful eBay seller of mixed buttons that has for sale bags of sorted colours and mixes, and so took a gamble that 50g bag of the ‘Oranges and Lemons’ mix would have enough appropriately sized buttons to put this quirky finishing touch to the cardigan. The idea to use the mis-matched buttons came from the original pattern pictures of the Goldfish pattern page, and is a colourful point of interest on the cardigan without detracting from the knitting itself.


I did move the buttons slightly further apart than on the pattern original, working the buttonhole band as so, over 81sts, or a multiple of 6sts +3, picked up:

(p1, k1) twice, *yo, k2tog, (p1, k1) twice; repeat from * 11 more times, yo, k2tog, p1, k1 ,p1.

My reasoning was that toddlers are basically like hyperactive eels, and getting them dressed in something more complex than a blanket requires the forward planning of a chess grandmaster, and the dexterity of one of those American teenagers that have dedicated the years of their youth to stacking plastic cups in a pyramid formation at supersonic speed. My son has worn his new cardigan once, and I left the buttons done up and threw it over him like a sweater as he was running by me, arms flailing like he was fighting off a swarm of angry bees.

I love this cardigan. The fit is perfect for his little toddler-bod, and it was a quick project to knock out on a few days. If I were to knit it again I would possibly make some minor tweaks (perhaps tweaking the colourwork design ever so slightly so that there were not so very many rows between yoke increases so that the yoke lay a little flatter) but these would be small preferential details more than changes, as this cardigan is as cute as a (dozen or so) button(s).

I hope to be able to whip up at east a couple more knits before autumn, so if anyone designs, knits or sees something especially cute with a pattern available in a 2-3 year old size, please do think of me and drop me any suggestions here or via the wonders of social media!

Super cheesy grin incoming…

Knowing When To Unravel

Knowing When To Unravel

When July worked her way around I was waiting, needles poised, to cast on the latest project from A Year Of Techniques. I’d brought Talmadge to a sprint finish (though to this date it is still awaiting a pair of buttons) and was ready for […]

A Gift For Dad (Tutorial): Multi-Aperture Photo Frame Papercut

A Gift For Dad (Tutorial): Multi-Aperture Photo Frame Papercut

As Father’s Day approached last month I found myself getting quite nervous as to what Darwin and I should give to the most perfect and loving daddy in the world. Not only was the task of giving something adequately meaningful huge within itself, but boy […]


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The Things That Have Been Stolen Are More Than Just Property

The Things That Have Been Stolen Are More Than Just Property

Recently we have had a bit of a tough time at Castle Codd, with life throwing a few stones at our windows and some of them leaving damage, and one of the things that’s still affecting us in a number of ways is the loss of our family car.

A week and a half ago Darwin and I waved goodbye to Russell as usual, and Darwin helped me close and lock the front door after him, as is part of our usual ritual. A minute or so later Russell was back, knocking at the door. I was immediately panicked as this wasn’t the usual knock he lightly raps when he’s forgotten his glasses or phone, it was urgent, harsh and hurried. When I got the door open and asked what was wrong he half gulped and half spoked some garbled message that our car had been stolen.

I’ve been burgled before when I was younger, when two men got into my flat in the middle of the day whilst I was inside, and proceeded to rob the place. I’ve never really got over that and I have certain worries and phobias that have stemmed from thatĀ which haven’t left me, and perhaps never will. The car was locked and parked on the drive just beneath our window, and was taken just metres from where we had slept through the night, and for some reason that is the bit that has stuck with me most… how it was in such close proximity to our sleeping family. I seem to have a sticking point with that, and it is affecting me. My neighbourhood and surroundings now feel less safe, and less secure. My neighbours (not my immediate, friendly neighbours, but the people in the streets and neighbourhoods surrounding me) make me feel uneasy and nervous. That someone, for whatever reason, has just come by in the middle of the night and taken our family car.

And for what? We didn’t have a fancy or expensive car. It was a 10-year-old Ford Fiesta, in raspberry-like colour. Not exactly a boy racer car; not something you could imagine stealing to joy ride in. And it had a baby seat in the back and some baby sun shades. Just a simple, little family car, but nonetheless one that someone decided to take for themselves, because in life there are those that will just take. They assume that all is fair game for the taking, whether that is your property, your time or your care, and they will do what they want with it without a thought for you.

And we haven’t just lost the car. We’ve lost the money that we are going to have to spend replacing the car, as though the insurance will pay to cover the now depreciated value we were not thinking of buying a new car any time soon and are now having to spend thousands of pounds to replace it. And our time. Not just the time dealing with the insurers, finding and buying a new car, time off work to sort everything out, taking time away from our family holiday time, but also the time that we should be together, doing other things. Days out these past two weekends, the trip we had planned for Darwin’s 2nd birthday in two weeks. And the peace of mind lost when someone comes into your life and just grabs at things. That comfort of thinking that though sometimes outside of your home and family you are worried that people do not always mean well by you, in this space with these people you areĀ safe. That feeling, along with the car, has been taken.

 

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