I Guess I Took the Summer off, too.

The problem with knitting for kids is that they sometimes grow so fast that once you finish the project it will pretty much no longer fit.

That has never been my problem--at least in the past it hasn't--so I never experienced that O_o feeling when checking the item for fit. You see, I started to re-vamp my Girlfriend's Swing Coat Sweater pattern quite awhile ago and promptly put it down so I could finish my third book, Custom Knits Accessories (Spring, 2012), and then after it was complete, for what reason, I do not know, I decided to practically become a professional bias tape maker instead of tending to things more important than bias tape-making, like knitting and revamping patterns, for example.

One day, I will show you my bias tape.

So here I am, with Girlfriend ready to go to school in a couple of days, and getting the knit love back. I mean, you can only sew so many quilts (wanna make one for Miss Fitz a.k.a. "Loretta," come to think of it), canvas project bags and pillowcases--none of which require bias tape, dang it.

In fact, it's sort of ironic: I used to joke about dressing the real little ones in hand-knit garments because, after all, they can't undress themselves or protest very much. But now I can't manage to finish a simple sweater for Girlfriend, even if I want to.

But I'm not complaining. Once this wonder's bottom edge is frogged and re-knit to be a few inches longer, I'll get back on track. It's knit from the top down, so this type of correction is an easy-do. Plus, Girlfriend grew in length and not in girth despite the fact that she became a floor potato over the summer.

BTW: Watch this space in the next few days. I'll be reviewing Wendy Knits Lace by Wendy D. Johnson and having a giveaway.

Oh, and even better: We scored a house sitter for Christmastime when we head out to visit my dad and brother and the rest of the family. With three dogs, it's way better to get a house sitter that you trust instead of boarding all three (cha-ching!). Any rate, it turns out, our house sitter...he knits!

*I guess that means I will have to lock the door to my yarn room.*