The Winterfest sweater is coming along. Slowly. Very, very slowly.
I can't keep up with the stripes on a nightly basis. Sitting outside at Winterfest, my hands get so cold and stiff I can't knit with any speed at all. I'd gotten caught up last week and started fresh this past Friday night but... I now have a gallon ziplock bag crammed full of yarns waiting to be knit into sweater stripes.
Two things are amazing me about this project. One, is how many nine and ten year olds there are visiting our booth. I'd bet eight out of every ten kids are either nine or ten. I find that mathmatically weird.
The other thing that amazes me is that I can remember what order I'm supposed to knit each of the little balls of yarn crammed into that ziplock bag, although half the time I have to ask the kids how old they are multiple times. I can't remember where I parked my car, where I set my phone down, my kids' names (only occasionally,) or what I ate for breakfast but I can remember what order the colors go and even which little ball of the same color goes first, second or third. It must be a knitter thing.
I'm pleasantly surprised how okay the colorful sweater is looking so far. I fully expected it to be THE most hideous mess of color but it's not. It's sort of like those scrap sock yarn blankets where all the wild colors that clash horribly somehow just magically work when put all together.
And in the event I ever participate in another Winterfest or attempt a similar sweater, I think I'll knit the year into the hem for posterity. Of course, my fingers will need to thaw out enough to knit to the hem...
On a different note, we had a few visitors at our booth Sunday night.
Mr. Peppermint and Miss Candy Cane stopped by. And admittedly, Mr. Peppermint is not really his name. I have, of course, forgotten his official name but I do remember that his lady friend is Candy Cane.
This couple is John Dough and Ginny Gingerbread. And no, Gingerbread is not Ginny's official last name. I've forgotten it too, but personally, I think Ginny Gingerbread sounds okay so I'm going with it.
And last but not least,
I have no idea what these folks' names are but they walk past our booth frequently and always give us a smile and a wave. I call them The Christmas Couple. The Mister reminds me of Mr. French from Family Affair. And yes, I'm definitely showing my age with that comment!
And now, now I'm off to knit a few Christmas gifts for family members and then knit a few thousand sweater stripes.