Category Archives: Knitting

The Moon Loves Pink


Yes. Sophie?

The moon is following me.

It is? Why is the moon following you?

Because it loves me.

Why does the moon love you, Sophie?

Because I’m pink.

IMG_3682It happened that when I was finished knitting a shrug for Maddie, that Sophie asked for a sweater for herself. In pink, of course.  It just so happened that I had just the right amount of yarn in just the right color in my stash, purchased from a thrift store not too long ago.


I’m still very much a beginning knitter, but the tiny tea leaves pattern caught my eye. I had a little trouble figuring out the pattern early on, which I’m sure has much more to do with my pattern reading skills than the pattern itself.  I realized after I was finishing the third decorative section that my first one was, well, facing the wrong side. I didn’t really feel like starting over (again) so I just went with it. I prefer to call it a variation, not a mistake.

IMG_3678(my ravelry page link) I ended up having to reknit the edges 3 or 4 times as I just couldn’t quite get the picking up of stitches and then the buttonholes done correctly. (Note: it is very important to pick up the same number of stitches on the left side as the right. Picking up 38 stitches on one side and then 64 on the other makes for a sweater closure that doesn’t line up. )  The neck seems a little big, but I think it might be my knitting skills or the yarn that makes it that way. I’ll have to try the pattern again to see.

IMG_3680I used some buttons that I’ve had in my stash for a very long time. I don’t remember exactly what it was, but I clipped them from an outfit that my oldest daughter wore when she was about 2 or 3. I think that makes them officially vintage buttons.


Sophie is very happy with her sweater.  And so is the moon. Because, I’m told, the moon loves pink.




With all the nursing and holding and snuggling I’ve been doing lately, my hands have been itching to make something. I don’t do well at doing nothing, and while I don’t think that holding a sick little one is by any means ‘nothing’ it certainly isn’t ‘doing’. And doing makes me happy.

So I dug out my yarn stash, found a couple of knitting needles in the same size (that took a bit of searching, let me tell you), pulled up a couple of knitting videos to watch as a refresher course, and started.

My grandmother taught me how to knit when I was little. I don’t think I ever got past scarf making, and I wasn’t very prolific, but I know that my Dad still has a scarf I made for him when I was 10 or 11. I’ve made a couple of simple things since then, but it’s been a while since I’ve tried. I had forgotten how calming the motions of knitting can be. And the rhythmic clicking of the needles is certain to bring one of the little ones to see what Mama’s doing. Right now I’m just trying to remember the basics, which is about as far as I ever got with my knitting, but I am enjoying it more than I thought I would.