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Life happens, but knit-worthy friends have infinite patience

Hello lovelies, how are you today?

I'm sorry for not checking in yesterday, but I have a good reason - I was prepping to see a doctor.

Nothing to be worried about! Dr Jodes is not that kind of doctor. Some of you might have heard of her already, if you are fans of The Bachelor (Australia) or were following the #PaceysCreek earlier this year. Ever heard of the book Valentine? Yeah, that Dr Jodes. I'm not gonna lie, I feel pretty cool by association. (Don't roll your eyes. I don't name drop often, gimme a break.) If you haven't heard her speak or read anything she's ever written STOP right now, go google her, and treat yourself. You won't be sorry.

Back to my reason for ignoring you all in favour of prepping for a visit with Dr Jodes. Well, this is a little embarrassing, but when Dr Jodes moved away from Sydney to Tassie I insisted on knitting her some cold weather items because Tassie gets actual weather. She agreed to let me custom make her a hat and glove set and I went about blending the perfect yarn for her.

Dr Jodes is spunky and looks fabulous in pretty much everything (darn her). I was on a flapper hat kick at the time, so I decided to make her this hat with these gloves in coordinating colours. I chose two main colours for her, with some accent colours to give the to-be-yarn depth and character. Then, I hand blended/carded up a bundle of rolags and set about spinning up some yarn that was (mostly) DK weight with a little thick and thin for texture.



I was so pleased with the result, and so excited for the very knit-worthy Doctor to have warm hands and ears that winter that I broke my cardinal rule and sent her a photo of the yarn. (Does anyone else have a personal rule about knitting for other people? Mine is NEVER SEND THEM A PHOTO UNLESS IT'S DONE. )

Then life happened...a lot. Like A LOT, a lot. And somehow I misplaced the yarn briefly in the flurry of everything. I found it again, and even managed to complete the brim and decorations of the hat and one glove up to the point when you begin making the finger holes. Then I discovered I had misplaced the hand tracing we had made, so I set the project aside, IN PLAIN VIEW, with the intent of finding the outline and finishing the gloves.

Two years later.... (and more life happening A LOT.)

I manage to get the hat finished and present it to the still-very-knitworthy-despite-my-behaviour Dr Jodes at Continuum in Melbourne. (Did I mention Dr Jodes has in the interim, while I've been shamelessly slacking off on her pressie, moved from Tassie to Melbourne, published her first book, and traveled internationally several times for both her book and her other real job?) I also get a second outline of her hand with every intention of finishing the gloves.

Over a year later... (This is what I get for letting my enthusiasm get the better of me and not sticking to my own personally set rules.)

It's Tuesday, 26 June 2018, Dr Jodes is going to be in Sydney on a whirlwind trip for a big to-do conference and is so lovely as STILL be able to find time to catch up with those of us still doing boring things in Sydney. I wake up and decide that enough is enough, she's going to get her coordinating gloves. I got up early, made coffee, did my real job, made more coffee and knocked off at lunch time and set about finishing those gloves. (At this point I had managed to also complete the cuff of the second glove. I'm not sure when that happened during all the life stuff and the losing of vital bits of paper, but I'm glad I managed that at least.)

I managed to misplace the second of the hand outlines, so instead of full gloves Dr Jodes got fingerless gloves. (That's called an opera glove, so they were actually fancier than real gloves. I'm sticking with that explanation.) I at least managed to work the top of the glove to include the elegant colour changes from the original pattern.

Between stitches I managed to help Youngling with her homework and give useful acceptable advice on an outfit cool enough for a tween to wear out in public. I even managed to get everything bound off despite Sydney transport dramas. In the end I was able to present Dr. Jodes with a handmade gift that was OFF THE NEEDLES.  Dr Jodes was so lovely to accept the belated pressie, even though I then spent part of the evening weaving in ends. She even bragged about them to a couple of her conference friends who joined us. She is so knitworthy I'm going to have to make her something else just to prove to the knitting dieties that I am worthy of her knitworthiness!

Also, life happened enough yesterday that I didn't get a photo of the had or the gloves...I'm hoping I can pursuade Dr Jodes, when she isn't traveling the world being amazing and scathing and clever, to send me a photo of the hat and gloves happily reunited and in full form.

I'm curious, what's the longest you've ever had a project for someone else, that they knew about, on the needles?


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