Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Merry Christmas!!!!!

Well, Christmas is in 2 days......are you ready?  I want to cry....not because knitting is not done....but because I have a dye lot problem on Paige's sweater and I did not notice it till this morning.....I have been worried about it all morning....I do not know what I am going to do.  I had the last 4 days at home to just hang out and KNIT!  I had some housework to do also....but mostly knitting!  I honestly did not see this color difference as I just knit away and picked up stitches!

I finished my niece's socks.

And.....I finished my Stephen West KAL Shawl...it is not blocked yet.

I got more Christmas Presents from Darlene.....the Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock yarn was more than enough...but she made me a large project bag with notions set and a medium project bag with notions set......this material is not available in her shop.....the sheep are sooooo happy and rainbowy!  PLUS, she got me a skein of Miss Babs Yowzza in the Joan of Arc colorway....this colorway is so gorgeous....we are going to make the Yowzza Weigh it Shawl by Susan B Anderson together!

I wanted to post a knitter's poem for Christmas....there are many variations of this around...but I do love this one....it is a little long, but worth the read!  Merry Christmas Everyone (and be sure to look at the cute pics at the end)!

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all around me,
Was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care,
'cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
And the sweater for him was six inches too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my yarn and fell down with a crash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both dad and the boys.
And though I was tired, my brain was a bit thick,
I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick.
But what I heard then left me perplexed,
For not a name I heard was what I had expected
"move, Ashford; move, Lopi; move, Addie and Clover;
move, Reynolds; move, Starmore; move, Fraylic--move over"
"Paton, don't circle round; stand in line.
Come now, you sheep wool work just fine!
I know this is hard semi, it's just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer."
I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
Eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a’ grazing.
And then, in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's feet coming across the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned round, Saint Nick, I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
and his clothes were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fairisle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf round his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The back of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
And suddenly on one I spied a small label.
SC was duplicate stitched on the cuff and I asked
"Hey Nick, did you knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied "Ho-ho-ho, yes I did,
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself for I'd thought up a plan,.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
For the first time I thought I'd really get through.
He put heels on the stockings and toes in some socks
while I sat back drinking Scotch on the rocks!!
So quickly like magic, his needles they flew,
That he was all finished by quarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon,

"Next year start your knitting sometime around June!

This should say for 2015....you get it!


  1. I'm so sorry about the dye lot issue, so disappointing! But I'm sure Paige will understand.

    On the other hand I love the poem.

    Merry Christmas!

  2. Ugh! Dye lot issues are always maddening...

    Merry Christmas to you and your family. :)