What's three months between friends?

Hey there. I'm Divy. I have a knitting blog. No, really.

*sigh*

Well, it was a very long, tiring holiday season, and that is my only excuse for not updating. I had two baby birthday parties, so I'm now the mom of a 1 and 3 year old, which kind of boggles my mind.

But it's not like I didn't get anything done. I did finish my hoodie. So long ago, in fact, that it's already starting to pill and look lovely-worn.



And, well, that's pretty much all I've accomplished until today. No, wait, that's not true. I made two "Miss Dashwood" hats with beautiful cashmerino in a deep red colour. I am absolutely in love with that yarn. Unfortunately, I didn't take a picture of either hat before I gave them to their respective babies. One baby lives down the street from me, so I may be able to sneak a picture soon, if the little darling doesn't outgrow it.

So where was I? Oh yes, today. Today was the day of totally accidental craftiness. I finally hauled out my sewing machine, hoping to hem a couple of pairs of cords. Then, I realised my cords were all in the washer. Since hemming wet corduroy didn't sound like much of a laugh, I decided to sew up a bag for my yoga mat.

What? Yes, I said sew. What, a girl can't be multi-craftalented?

I was totally intending to knit one. I got Stitch 'N' Bitch Nation out of the library and everything. Then last week, before my yoga class, I was looking for a short-term carrying solution, and I found this gorgeous silk scarf that my mom had given me a few years ago. It had belonged to my grandpa, who was a bandleader, and owned some pretty funky and flamboyant clothes. It was already stitched into a tube, and it fit my mat pretty much perfectly. So I did a little hemming, put in a ribbon for a drawstring, sewed a circle on the bottom, added a strap, made of another wayward scarf, and I made a yoga mat bag. Yay me! I even had enough left to make myself an eye pillow (with lavender, yum).



I think I might like sewing now. Something about the nearly-instant gratification. Though it certainly isn't as relaxing as knitting. Or yoga. Or baking. Mmmm, I have to go stuff myself with chocolate-cherry-almond rugelach now.