Something happened when I cast off my Peasy: I simply couldn't wait to cast on again. "What's my next project, and for whom?" I kept thinking. I went through the list of potential recipients, starting with my family: Rebecca? Nope, she really doesn't need new woolens right now. The boys? Nah, they wear tennis clothes all the time. Not Tom either - though, in all honesty, my poor man has been hinting that he needs a sweater, which he really does. But making a full man's size sweater feels a little daunting right now. This is the issue when you handmake something: the younger the recipient, the smaller and more manageable the project. I had to find little recipients.
I developed sharp knitting eyes, with which I scrutinized our circle of family and friends, assessing gauge, number of rows, yarn yardage that each person would need. I crossed teen nieces and nephews off the list - I was years too late to catch that knitting train. Nieces and nephews under the age of 10 went somewhere down the list – still too big a project, but maybe in the future. I continued looking around. Then, finally, I saw him.
See him there? A newborn! The littlest of all possible little recipients! He's our neighbors' great-grandson, and since that photo was taken on one late-summer evening during a street festa, he's outgrown newborndom, but to my knitting eyes he still counts as little.
At last I'd found a baby-sized recipient, and cast on my current knitting project.
Happy weekend, and thank you for your support and enthusiasm about my recent knitting adventures.