Mary, Mary quite.....
Mom and dad came to Canada from England in 1957, and mom knitted this Mary Maxim sweater shortly after arriving. It used to fit my dad who at his strapping hight was 6'1" 200+ pounds. Mom put it in the washing machine recently (not sure what she was thinking) and now it fits her who is considerably smaller (which proves the point that it is wool). In any event, it is a beautiful sweater that has lasted over 50 years.

Parting is such sweet sorrow....

Not my first commissioned piece, but certainly my first commissioned sweater. It has almost two months of knitting and I am really really happy with the results. Having said that, not sure if I will knit for someone again. It isn't that I didn't enjoy it, I did. And it isn't that the compensation isn't good (we agreed on me being taken out for lunch, as there wasn't anyway he could compensate me financially). But there is an added pressure to 'do well' that isn't there when you knitting for yourself. You always want to do well, but you can't really frog the whole project or let it turn out so-so.

Anyway, I get a bit attached to my projects and I am certainly going to miss this one. Even though I know Ian will give it a good home.

It must be me....

It never ceases to amaze me how often I think this. If I am knitting a pattern and something doesn't make sense, it must be me screwing it up (even if I have to go over it 10 times and still doesn't work). I don't think I am alone in this....in fact I know I am not.

Today at work two police officers came to our company to interview people about an incident last Friday. My first thought, oh my god....what did I do??? Funny thing is, my friend/coworker who was also interviewed had the same thoughts.

Sort of like going to a boarder crossing. You know you aren't smuggling, you are within your limit, don't have firearms, undeclared alchol or anything else that can get you in trouble. And yet your heart pounds and you worry about them believing you.

Where does this lack of confidence come from??