So, we've been to the home of the "Jersey" and "Guernsey": Camped for nine nights on Jersey and then in a cottage for a week on Jersey. Given that we were away for so long, I had – of course- taken plenty of yarn-related projects. Though, given that we were camping, this was a very "sensible" selection, with the whole stash fitting into a single – and reasonably sized – bag. Impressive, eh?
What I hadn't planned on though, were the dark and chilly evenings, evenings that required diving into bed almost as soon as Son's eyes were shut and staying there until the sun re-appeared the following morning. Nights that required sleeping in five layers of clothing among three sleeping bags and on an air bed. (In case you're wondering, this is camping, Katherine-Style.) But hey, I'm a tough cookie, I can take a little cold. But not for knitting.
We did try staying up late for a couple of nights (might have even made it past 9pm on one of them). And I even did some knitting on one of those evenings (yes in five layers of clothing), by gas light and head torch. Trouble is, whilst the aforementioned combination facilitates knitting, it doesn't necessarily permit accurate knitting. I won't go as far as to say it's the worst piece of knitting I've ever produced but it's not great. Twisted stitches or something, I'm not really sure, but there's some unevenness in the back. Trouble also is that this issue didn't come to light – literally – until I was far too many rows on to have the will to back-track. Perhaps some blocking will help it out but we'll see. More trouble it is that the knitted item in question is a gift for the baby of a more-than-competent knitter. She's bound to notice. Undoubtedly, she'll be too polite to say anything but that's not the point. The point is that she's my friend and I wanted to knit something for her new baby. But, I guess, just like having a baby, best laid plans can go out of the window. In the cold light of day, we all know that the most important thing is that mother and baby are both alive and well, but we also know women (perhaps we are one of them?) who have emotionally beaten themselves up because the "process" wasn't as we'd hoped for. We allow ourselves to feel like failures when the truth is, we have far from failed: Just hold your baby, look into their eyes and bathe in their love. Do you honestly think that they care about the ins and outs of how they arrived in the world? They're here and they love you.
So friend will be given the gift because, as flawed as my knitting process may be, her beautiful baby will outshine anything it wears.