Gifting Knits

I was abandoned by a sock today. Right on my needles, just cast on it left me for another.

A quick aside. I am very much in love with Cookie A's new book Knit Sock Love, it is fabulous. In all its fabulousness the first project cast on from this book were her "Pointelle" socks. A leafy lace pattern interrupted by a sideways lace rib -- its gorgeous. It didn't matter that I already had a complicated wip on my needles, they begged to be cast on.

Cast on I did, and the betrayal began. One inch of twisted rib later they were too tight. "you know who's legs are slimmer?" it asked "Your sister in law's".

"Shush" I replied "I have only two pairs of hand knit socks and I adore them. You belong to me". To this end the cuff was ripped out and re-knit on slightly larger needles.

This is how most knitted gifts a born. I will start something intending it for me, and just a few rows in I know its perfect for someone else. Those orange socks? How could I think they were mine? Obviously they go to Tanya! The green lace scarf looks so much better on

my sister.

Unfortunately the converse is also true. When I actually set out to make a garment for someone else, a siren song will call on me to keep it for myself. Its hard to resist -- my first pair

anemoi mittens were originally for the aforementioned SIL -- and I felt so bad about keeping them a duplicate pair in green were frantically churned out days before Christmas.

The larger cuff was done. "See" I told the knit "you really are mine, look how well you fit".

When lace began, and the knit replied "her birthday is in May, imagine her opening the box, wearing them around their apartment". Beautiful, delicate sky blue leaves emerged from the needles...and said "we belong to another". They're right darn it. At least they'll be going to a good home.