So there's this girl at work who's having a baby. I don't know her that well. She doesn't know if it's a boy or a girl.
There's this yarn I've had a ball or two of for a while, I've been really itching to make something with it, as it a self patterning yarn that I really like the effect from.
I dabbled a little putting them together the other night, by beginning a February Baby Sweater.
It started out ok. In fact, one side looked amazing.
The other side, not so much.
Together, the fronts just looked a wreck.
But the back! The back was coming out beautifully.
I was tormented between the force of the elements of this project; some fabulous, some hideous. The recipient is neither a knitter nor a friend, so I was unsure whether a layman might think the sweater vile. I had horrible visions of the cardigan being ridiculed behind my back, the work unappreciated and unloved. Plus, there's some pink in it - the recipient is very conservative and of a background that might find even a sprinkling of pink unacceptable, should the sprog turn out to be male.
What to do. What to do. An idea formed.
And, a little nip and tuck later, may I present to you the February Doggie Sweater!
(I'll just go and buy her one of those tshirts that say 'my mum rocks' or something.)