December 2008


My son reliably informs me that there’s only 5 more sleeps until Christmas – I’m wondering how I can fit in making the following:

Finishing a cowl in 4ply (seemed like a good idea at the time)

making fingerless gloves and hat to match a scarf already made for grandad

scarf in fun fashion wool

2 x hot water bottle covers (late special order)

sewing up at least 2 of the 5 bags I’ve got cut out

sew up 2 tasselled hats (for adults!)

finding and adding some pearl buttons to my mum’s present

making a start on the none too small pile of editing I have to do ‘over the holiday’

write the last Christmas cards for the neighbours

make my traditional rum truffles (let alone the fudge I usually make but I’ve already decided not to)

WRAP presents (buy the wrapping paper in the first place).

A little stressed, maybe.

Then I received this today:

I was forwarded this poem written by Nancy Massaroni. Enjoy!

KNITTERS CHRISTMAS EVE

`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 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 a bit thick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
But what I heard then left me perplex-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I expected,
“Move, Ashford! Move, Lopi! Move, Addi and Clover!
Move, Reynolds! Move Starmore! Move Froelich –move over
Paton, don’t circle ’round; stand in the line.
Come now, you sheep will work out just fine!
I know this is hard; 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 wooly 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 St 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 espied a small label,
“S.C.” 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 might really get through.
He put heels in 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!”

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I STILL haven’t finished making my very own monkey but he’s sent a Christmas  message anyway:

One of the great things about Etsy is the ‘community’ aspect. By being a member of a street team you get support from all over the world from people that make the same type of things as you or from those local to you or those who have the same interests as you. 

One of my street teams is the etsyknitters team.  For the countdown to Hanukkah, Christmas, New Year and Three Kings Day the team have contributed to a calendar that will appear on their blog.

Pay a visit – it’s not all knitting – there are great craft ideas and recipes on there too.

 

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I’ve been silent for nearly two weeks – eek!  My laptop died and I’ve had the lurgi (caught the man flu off my husband!).

I hope to get back on track in the next few days. But meanwhile let me leave you with a few of the newer items in my etsy shop.

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