archives: crafts

daddy’s girl

I mentioned earlier that my dad nicely complained that the hat I made him last year (that I do not remember at all, and which I didn’t see while I was visiting over Xmas, so I have no idea what it was or when I actually made it) had gotten too big. So I got some sedate, slate blue Jo Sharp yarn and made him a new hat, working it in k2p2 with as few stitches as seemed safe to make it both tight and big enough.

He came up to Philly today and we went to brunch followed by a St. Joe’s basketball game at the Palestra. Dad went to St. Joe’s, and our family has always been big into college hoops. Amazingly, despite some crappy play, St. Joe’s won by 2 points–scoring those last 2 points with 2.2 seconds to go! The drama!

babies, babies everywhere

I’ve got at least 3 babies to knit for in the coming months. My boss, who’s having her first kiddo, is beyond excited, and is due in April. I was thinking of making a baby blanket for this one.

I recently read The Golden Ratio, which is all about phi, or 1.61803399 . . . It’s a number very closely tied to the Fibonacci sequence (you know, 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 . . .) And in the book there’s an image of a Fibonacci rectangle—which could be used to make the Fibonacci spiral, which is also a golden section. (Confusing, I know, but look:)

the world is ipod crazy

Two coworkers (maybe three, I’m not sure) got ipods for Christmas. The headphones are in their ears all the time. Heck, even my mother got an ipod for Christmas. It makes me think back to a year and a half ago, when I got my own ipod. Now I’m all jealous of the new, super-slim 30G (smaller than my 20!) with large color screen, etc., but my love for my ipod hasn’t wavered.

An about a year ago, after several prototypes went unused, I made and adopted my own cozy for the little guy.

luckily, you don’t have to talk to knit

I got a cold a week ago Tuesday, and I ended up with some major laryngitis. I started off 2006 sounding like a frog, and Monday I mostly communicated with air. I had to expell so much more air than usual to make even the slightest sound! It was exhausting.

Which is why it’s nice that you can just sit quietly when knitting. I made my dad a hat!