Shortly before Sabina came home for Thanksgiving, I sent her a goody bag. It contained a skirt I'd knit her (not the one she modelled -- a new one I never blogged), a pair of tights with Alice in Wonderland on them, and two boxes of Chicago-famous shortbread cookies. At Thanksgiving she told me, gently, that the skirt had been too small, and the tights were sized for a small child -- not small adult. My mistake had been doing a fair isle pattern at the hips, which gave the skirt no stretch in this area. Lesson learned.
I've just finished a new skirt, and it's for a new recipient: someone I've never knit for but who is highly deserving.
I knit this skirt sideways, starting with a long tube of striped Kidsilk Haze, then cutting steeks and making one end the hem and one end the waistband. More explanation (and the chance to boost my ego) here:
This skirt goes in the category of "absurdly harder than it needs to be," and looking at it reminds me a Christmas with my dad, circa 1997, when he and Mom had Christmas with us on our Oakland turf.
OFD picked up the handmade dolls I was wrapping for Sabina and Daisy, complete with handmade little dresses, and stared at them for a very long time. I think he was, in spite of himself, estimating the cost of labor and materials vs. just buying such a doll outright, taking into account the other housework (yes, he took that very seriously as work) I had not been doing while making these dolls. Also, feeling as if you're falling behind can raise one's stress factor which -- in my situation -- could not be compensated. OFD couldn't help it -- it was in his labor economist DNA.
Then he said, "This looks like hard work, but you seem to enjoy it."