I know. There has not been much knitting 'round these parts. I did actually knit some stuff--I made a sweater for my sister and a stuffed elephant for my friend Nicole (or rather, her baby. She herself doesn't really seem like the stuffed elephant type). But I neglected to take photos of any of it, and I have to confess I really didn't enjoy knitting any of it.
Obviously, finding time to knit is well-nigh impossible, so since I was knitting on a deadline (and when aren't we?) knitting was all I was doing in my spare time. I have so few moments when my arms are unoccupied that it was hard forcing myself to fill them with knitting needles.
I am displeased with this turn of events. Of all the things I thought would change about my life once I had a baby, I never anticipated feeling anti-knitting. I'm sure it's just a phase, and the knit-love will return soon enough, but in the meantime, it's a little unsettling.
As for the photoing of stuff I have managed to knit...yeah. Not really happening. I was going great guns there for a while, snapping photos of Willow in all her knit-layette, but then I discovered something. Knitwear? Not so great for babies.
Who knew? It seems like such a good idea, doesn't it? But all this fuzz gets caught in the folds of her neck, and it's pretty gross. Some yarns work better than others--superwash sock is basically fine, but knitpicks comfy, despite being apparently designed for babies, is terrible.
So. The knitting may, um, be a little absent for a while.