Three Little Acorns

I have doing my best to only knit from my stash because...let's face it...it would be a whole lot easier to justify buying new yarn with my minimal amount of spare cash if I didn't have bin upon bin of yarn in my craft closet.

I had, in stash, three 98-yard skeins of Classic Elite Imagine yarn, a cotton/rayon blend that has been discontinued. I had no idea what I was going to do with it. I had originally purchased it because it was pretty and I liked to look at it. Unfortunately, I had not purchased enough to do anything with. I had two different colors and three different dye lots.

I wound it with my nostepinde. (Have I mentioned how much I love that? I love it a lot!) This was not easy since the yarn was a slippery little devil. But I still had noting to do with it.

Enter a book that I have owned for a really long time:
I was flipping through it and came to hat #6, the beach beanie...which called for "less than 150 yards of yarn." One of the versions shown said it was made out of Imagine. Lucky me!

I cast on. I knit. I was done. It was insanely fast.

I knit another, slightly smaller beanie, out of the other color. A child sized version. (Or what I hoped would be a child sized version since the pattern didn't give any other sizes and I had no child handy on which to test it.)

Then I made a third beanie, in the same size as the original, in the same color as the original.

I took the beanies to WA with me for the holiday weekend. I had two spare beanies, and handily also had two girl cousins. And we were all getting together for a family potluck on Monday.

The aunts said we looked like three little acorns.


I thought we looked splendid!

Why I Do Not Particularly Enjoy the Beach

I live in California. The land of sunshine. The land of orange groves, strawberry fields and earthquakes.

And yes, the land of beaches. (I mean, the Beach Boys classic "Surfin' USA" only mentions beaches in California.)

So when all of the young people were trying to decide what to do for Memorial Day, it was pretty much a no-brainer. We would go to the beach.

The problem is, I don't really enjoy the beach. There are several reasons for this:

1) I don't go in the water because I don't like fish...or rather, I am pathologically afraid of being in water with fish.

2) I don't like being in a swimsuit in public. (Modesty reasons, not poor body image)

3) I don't like to tan, because I don't like to be burned and there is a history of skin cancer in my family.

Still, I am a good sport...usually...and agreed to go along.

There would be a lot of time where I could just sit there. I love to just sit. Why? Because just sitting means I can knit, right?

WRONG!!!

New reason for not liking the beach:

4) It is pretty much impossible to knit without sand getting in your yarn. I had taken along a ziploc bag, and thought I had totally beaten the system. But, no. Broseph, as a joke, piled sand in my chair while I was up doing something. Granted, he did not purposefully aim for the yarn bag, but it happened anyway. ARGH! Luckily, it was only a dishcloth, so I was able to shake it out. It appears to have come through without permanent damage.

To be honest though, it was a lot of fun. It ended up just being me and the boys. I spent most of the day playing photographer, and actually got the entire dishrag done. I would honestly consider going back.