So I’m knitting a blanket for my boyfriend’s soon-to-be sister in law. Is that terribly ambitious? I wouldn’t do something so … involved … if it weren’t for the fact that they are getting married in March. I hate March. So very much. Knitting this blanket gives me an excuse to sit inside and watch Netflix and by grumpy instead of interacting with other humans.
I am a terrible person in March — have you noticed that? I blame it on the weather where we grew up. In Northern California, the winters are cold and damp, but they’re over by the end of February. The way I describe it is: If you have to wear tights with your Easter dress, the weather has failed you. Here on the East Coast, we’re lucky if it’s not snowing on Easter. In March it seems like winter is dragging on and on and on, ad infinitum. January and February are cozy — the weather’s finally wintry and we can all enjoy fireplaces and snow and hot chocolate and stuff. But then right when you’re ready for winter to be over, March rolls around. I hate March.
Have I mentioned that I hate March?
Bottom line: I’m knitting this blanket. Afghan. Blanket. Whatever. It’s called the Eleventh Hour Marled Blanket, and it’s from PurlBee. I’m #blessed to live in New York, where I can mosey down to Purl Soho whenever want to feel inadequate about my crafting and knitting skills. I moseyed down there last week and picked out yarn colors and felt up some samples of the blanket. Then I went to my local yarn shop to try to find the same yarn for cheaper/support a little Brooklyn business. Alas, they only had two of the total eight skeins of yarn that I’d need for this project, so I schlepped back to Purl Soho for the remainder.
Update: I started the blanket a few nights ago. You and I both find it kind of hard to sit down and watch movies, but for different reasons. You have three kids and two dogs literally clamoring for your attention at all times. I have all the time in the world after work to sit and zone out to a Netflix movie, but I’ve got that Puritan work ethic, so I like to stay busy (idle hands are a devil’s plaything … what does that even mean??). This is why I love knitting and crocheting and sewing. I can watch stupid TV and feel virtuous about it, because I’m simultaneously being productive.
So far I’ve knitted a few rows, messed up and torn out a few rows, and finally gotten back to where I started. Moving right along. The needles are taking a while to get used to — they are so much bigger than what I’ve ever used before. It’s like knitting with jumbo markers. Or sidewalk chalk.
Here’s the knitters’ mumojumbo for those who’d like to know: The pattern is the Eleventh Hour Marled Blanket from Purl Bee. I’m using Cascade Magnum in the color “Sphere” and Cascade Superwash 128 in “Ecru.” (It’s way cheaper than the PurlSoho-brand Gentle Giant and Super Soft Merino that the pattern calls for.) As suggested by PurlBee, I’m working with US 36, 40-inch circular needles. The sparkly tips aren’t mandated. That’s just what Purl Soho had in stock.