Pictures of my octopus slowly forming in between the stripes of my sweater. My favorite part is its eye. I got inspiration for this sweater from the awesome art on lined paper where the animals are drawn between the lines.
After knitting many scarves, sweaters, and wristwarmers, I have a collection of teeny half skeins lying around. I’ve decided to use up my scrap yarn to make an awesome gradient scarf based on a simple pattern that really lets the yarn shine. Hope you like it :)
Yarn: Variety of worsted weight wool, alpaca, and mixed yarns
Needles: Size 6 (4mm)
Dimensions: Approximately 6 inches wide. Recommended length: 5 feet.
Cast on 32 stitches. You can make the scarf narrower/wider by using another number that is divisible by 4.
Slip the first stitch of every row. Slip knitwise if it’s a knit stitch and slip purlwise if it’s a purl stitch.
Rows 1-4: (K2, P2) – repeat til end of row.
Rows 5-6: (P2, K2) – repeat til end of row.
Rows 7-8: (K2, P2) - repeat til end of row.
Rows 9-10: (P2, K2) - repeat til end of row.
Repeat rows 7-8 and 9-10 until happy with length of scarf.
At end of scarf, add 4 rows of Rows 7-8 to create a ribbed pattern to match the beginning of the scarf.
Knit fabric tends to stretch a little after washing. Depending on your yarn, it can stretch a couple of inches to several inches. Please keep this in mind when determining the length you knit!
When starting a new color, replace first row of pattern with all knit stitches to create nice seam between colors.
Pretty simple, eh? It makes for some great train knitting while listening to music or podcasts.
I meant to spend the last couple days taking a few more passes through Chapter 9 of The Long Way Home before it comes out this Wednesday (and I still will, I promise), but after Friday’s episode and Captain Swan’s happy ending, I just had to get this out of my brain and on to paper (so to speak) first. Be warned: parenthood feels ahead.
This is dedicated to my dear @kmomof4, one of the nicest and most supportive readers and friends a fic writer could ask for. Happiest of happy birthdays to you, my friend. Thank you for all your love and kindness.
Summary: Killian’s first thoughts on fatherhood inspire a name for his little girl. Headcanon and fluffy, fluffy drabble. (Captain Swan. Canon Compliant. Fluff. Rated G.)
She comes into the world squalling – squashy and red-faced, with eyes pressed firmly shut beneath a pair of puffy lids, a misshapen head Dr. Whale insists will get better, and flailing, trembling limbs that end in ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. And, aside from her mother, she’s the most beautiful thing Killian Jones has ever seen.
The day she’s born is a strange patchwork of time, everything flying by in a blur while individual moments almost seem to stand still. Like the moment he first lays eyes on her at the foot of the bed in Whale’s hands. Like the moment Emma first gets a glimpse of her and glances at him with a look of tearful awe and elated disbelief at what they’ve created. Like the moment the nurse finishes all the necessary measuring and poking and prodding and finally hands him his daughter in a small and wriggly bundle. David has been known to say that life is made up of moments. Later, whenever Killian looks back on this day, it always strikes him that he may never have truly understood what that meant – what that felt like – until now.
For my grandmother’s 80th birthday. She has always kept us in socks, until recent years when her vision got bad and she couldn’t knit anymore. She’s super proud of me, of that I learned to knit all by myself. So I made her socks.
I mostly like to knit cables or lace but I thought that because her vision is blurry it’s not obvious she could see any fancy structuring. So stripes, I thought, but something fun. And I like to think these are fun.