Making Christmas

So I’m sitting at school yesterday, working on Mr. Skellington, when I get to the eyehole part of the pattern. Although I’ve been knitting on and off for awhile now, I’m still not the best when it comes to visualizing patterns. I just kind of follow the road and hope it doesn’t dead end. So I’m happily buzzing along, slowly but surely (I ripped open two fingers with a feather razor while cutting this Philippino dude’s very difficult hair-cut open fingers do not help knitting any), Band Aids dulling the feel of the merino sliding though my fingers. The pattern is written for either circular or double-pointed needles, I’m using double-points. I’ve never knitted anything with a small circumference, like a hat, on circulars, because all of the circulars I have are really freaking long.

My first set of needles (and it was quite the selection) was given to my by my alternatingly cool and completely nutters ex-mother in law. Sometimes they go hand in hand, though, don’t they? She even gave them to me in this pretty case she made. Neat, huh?

Then there were some from Grandma Pony (also known as Antoinette, or Toni, but my 3-year-old soon-to-be stepdaughter couldn’t say Toni at the time). She has had pretty bad arthritis for some time now, but I suspect she has a massive stash of needles and accessories that may float my way one day. I get this idea because my other grandma, Grandma Zetta (also known as Rosetta – again, the little one) passed away this past April, and as I’m the only yarn addict in the family, I now have tons of circulars and other needles from her. I’ve been slowly working on replacing all of the metal needles (who am I kidding, I never get rid of anything – I will end up doubling or tripling my stash this way) with bamboo. When I get back down to living in the city in 9 months or so, I’ll be taking public transportation a lot again. This means it will be me, my coffee, by big black bag, and hopefully warm blonde bamboo needles instead of the Hoth aluminum daggers of death. That, and those slippery little aluminum bastards just jump out of my WIPs in the ever-shifting black hole that is my bag. It is a hell dimension unto itself.  But so many pockets!

But yes, the Skellington! So I’m rolling along with the stockinette in the round, and then get to this place in the instructions where I am told to BO 2, knit 11 for a total of 12 sts on the right needle, BO 2 again, put those stitches on a holder, then start purling WS. Of course I’m thinking, the advantage of knitting in the round is that there IS no wrong side, and wait, what?

Now if I had been able to think it out, this is a pretty simple idea, all it would have taken was for me to look at the squishy bunch of fibers in my hand instead of in my head, but a quick Ravelry check set everything right.Apparently I’m not the only one that couldn’t figure this out. If you decide to make this hat, find the errata here. Here’s what it looks like in progress.

Knitting Mr. Skellington

Getting into my third skein now.

Knitting Mr. Skellington

Close up action

There are 2 stitches bound off on either side of the stitch holder, with 12 on the holder. Now you have a three-sided, but essentially straight knitting piece.

Knitting Mr. Skellington

Now you're knitting straight.

After knitting the sides and back up to the top of the eyeholes, you break the yarn and start in on the between-the-eyes part. That’s it hanging down there. Bloody clotted index finger just to the left of the frame.

Knitting Mr. Skellington


And now we shall lalala on out, because this movie should be enjoyed every day between Halloween and Christmas. Period. Now enjoy, because Jack said so.