Happy Christmas, part II

While 'tis better to give than to receive... I did get some excellent knitting-related gifts for Christmas this year that I have to show off.

First, some new dp's for the never-ending parade of socks:
new needles
[I'm interested to see how the Knitpicks needles hold up.]

Then, a complete surprise from a friend, this lovely hand-made project bag:
Bag
[It's got pockets and everything, and is big enough to hold a whole sweater in progress!]

But the pièce de résistance was this gorgeous and carefully-engineered birch swift, made by my dad (and happily coupled with a ball-winder from my sister!) It also breaks down into all its component parts for easy storage - my mom made it a nifty carrying case.
swift
[That's a skein of Cascade 220 on there, with lots of room for more!]

I've already been giving it a workout.
swift in action
[Incidentally I've discovered this REALLY pushes the cat's buttons. Hysterical.]

At my age I feel a bit silly asking for things for gifts, but the amount of knitting I'm doing keeps going up and up. With a greater proportion of it being time-sensitive sample knitting, it's great to be able to wind balls efficiently! Some of you may remember that I've gone on the record before complaining about "cakes" ... I am happily relaxing my position!

I feel fortunate to be surrounded by so many carefully hand-made things.

Comments

brenda said…
Interesting posts the past few days. I also find your Twitter posts from Christmas interesting, too.
Hope you're feeling better.
Brenda
10:53 AM
Dove Knits said…
You lucky, lucky girl.
10:56 AM
Sarah said…
Ooh, what great Christmas presents. Your dad sure is awesome at woodworking. I guess the crafting gene runs in the family!
10:01 AM
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