After being used frequently last winter, my Fiddlehead Mittens were looking very ragged. They’re knit with Cascade 220 and handspun and they are so pilly! I went through the wool basket this morning and found a few other mittens and mitts that were also in need of some pill maintenance.
My Girdwood Mittens in Cascade Eco:
The Mallory Mitts knit with Nature Spun Sport:
And my Zigzag Study Hall Mitts knit in Reynolds Whiskey:
My method of dealing with pills is to snip them off carefully with scissors. If you have read The Knitter’s Book of Yarn by Clara Parkes, then you know that for many fibers, pulling the pills off will only lead to more pills. By snipping the pills off with scissors (or a sweater shaver if you have one) you leave the surrounding fibers undisturbed. Clara discusses it much more eloquently in the book – it’s on pages 64-65 if you own the book. Read it again, it’s worth it.
After snapping my “before” pictures, I did some careful snipping.
The Fiddlehead Mittens look dramatically different after their haircut!
Nice, right? It just takes a few minutes of attention, plus some vacuuming, and my raggedy mitts and mittens look like new again!
This little afghan lives at my mother-in-law’s house, where we spent the afternoon today. I think it used to belong to her friend, and now it belongs to her, and that’s all I know. The afghan is old, it uses many scraps, there are unraveling parts. It seems to be a mix of acrylic and wool from what I can gather by touch. I really like it as a whole, although I don’t necessarily like the individual colors when looked at up close. I need to keep this in mind if I ever do a scrappy blanket; there’s no need to stress over the colors. If it’s a true scrappy afghan, make it scrappy! This one is wild and crazy and beautiful. Some more pictures, and then Day 20 is in the books! How many days in November again?
On the way to Starbucks to meet Lisa I grabbed my camera. I was going to take an amazing, artistic, tasteful and descriptive photo of our coffee and/or knitting. It was a whole plan. When I took the camera out of my bag it was unresponsive. Not a blink or a beep or anything. I vaguely remember that in the past, if the battery was dead it would least blink a little battery with an X to indicate you can try to turn me on but I’m out of juice. I had one thousand heart attacks thinking about what if it wasn’t the battery and what will I do? WHAT WILL I DO?
I used Lisa’s iPad to take a picture (neither amazing nor artistic) of my coffee and put the camera out of my mind. We had a nice time drinking our coffee and chatting. I would say the knitting was nice, too, except that Lisa was knitting Felted Clogs and if you’ve ever knit that pattern then you know it involves a certain amount of attention. I knew she was counting, and yet I didn’t stop all my chatting, and Wraps and Turns were missed. I feel bad. Sorry Lisa!
I rushed home, removed the hopefully dead battery, inserted the back-up battery, and blink! She came alive! What a relief.