Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Holiday madness

Db is very small and I am still on paid leave; therefore, it was actually possible to knit her a fine Christmas ensemble in less than one month:






















Yes, I should have been editing my manuscript rather than knitting this. And yes, db does have a neck somewhere under those jowls.















The dress is the Ravelry freebie Kaia Babydoll knit in the 6 month size for my 85th height percentile 5 month old daughter. I knit it in Zara (red) and Aurora 8 (gray); the red was held doubled and knit on 9 dpns; the gray was held single and knit on a 7 circular.















Modifications included knitting long sleeves. Basically, I followed the pattern but put the sleeve stitches on a holder; after I knit the dress I picked up and knit the arm stitches, picking up 8 stitches in the armpit and knitting in the round. I also did a k1p1 rib on the collar because it looks neater than a single garter stitch edge. To make it long enough, I also did one or two more skirt increase rounds than the pattern called for.















The necessary soaker is another free soaker pattern on Ravelry, searchable as Wool Diaper Cover by Cynthia Combs. Obviously I didn't pick the pattern because of its pithy name.

Todd's family has a disturbing tradition which involves the family patriarch (or whoever has had enough holiday wine to be suggestible) putting on a Santa suit and scaring all the babies and small children at the party. The small children receive awful plastic gifts to compensate them for their trauma; tiny babies, however, receive nothing more than a crippling blow to their developing subconscious.















Db looks annoyed, which of course makes me proud. The crying baby on the left is db's new cousin - the lucky recipient of the flower hat, pirate hat, and nautaloid toy of blog posts past.
















Db's adorable mary janes were also knit by me using the Tiny Shoes pattern by Ysolda Teague. Perhaps my daughter has exceptionally narrow patrician feet or perhaps I didn't quite pay enough attention to the gauge, but the medium size was immense. I knit one on December 23rd and despaired; on the morning of the 24th I did a little emergency surgery, taking a pair of scissors to the bottom of the bootie, frogging the bottom half, and then doing a three needle bind off after the 5 rounds of garter stitch called for in the pattern. I then knit the second bootie in a mere hour and a half (including all finishing) and wove in the ends of the dress while Todd loaded the car. Rock star finish.

Creepy materialism-teaching visit from Santa notwithstanding, it was actually the least painful Christmas Eve party ever because of db:

knitcrit: baby baby baby baby baby. babybaby?

annoying libertarian relative: baby babybabybaby baby!

knitcrit: baby baby.

strung out on Valium relative: babybabybaby babybaby baby. baby?

knitcrit: baby baby baby. babybaby! baby baby baby.

Babies - the new, non-alcoholic way to survive the in-laws' annual Christmas Eve party.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Holiday Baggage

Thank god it comes but once a year: the mass hysteria commonly known as Christmas is finally over, leaving us with presents to exchange, belated holiday cards to send, and a tree to drag down four flights of stairs. I truly hate this time of year, and I truly loved last week's New Yorker cover:























Subtly evil Santa looming over inconsequential, sheep-esque shoppers. Stomp, Santa! Stomp!

A bright moment in an otherwise gloomy season came in the form of this lovely Christmas present from the in-laws, chosen by me after many torturous hours trolling around Zappos. From the outside, a seemingly normal and reasonably fashionable purse:
















Inside, a secret inner sanctum perfect for stowing subway knitting!
















I can hardly wait to fill the other two compartments with wads of used tissues.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Best Holiday Card Ever

Season's Greetings!
















Never mind the child in the manger, Santa Claus, and/or getting the temple up and running again.
















Kindly spit into that test tube we sent you and mail it back to us, dammit.


For the record, it's not that my saliva is all that special. When I was very young, my mother participated in a government-funded study of family life, race, and class, and the good people running the study have had enough grant proposal writing success to keep it alive. I am, it seems, part of a often-used data pool used to track changes across generations, and now they want to know if all this neurosis and charm is genetic.