Or so says the science dropped in Dagoba by one diminutive, green, and pointy-eared Jedi master. And part of the reason I love knitting for babies, and this sweater in particular. I get to scoff at gauge for the most part, because generally, unless the neck or hat brim is too tightly knit, the item will fit the baby at some point. And this sweater , with its wraparound construction, promises to fit for a nice span of time. Here are a few specs, for those interested:
* Having never converted a pattern to the round, or in this case to the "long-and-flat," I worked the sleeves in the round first, which allowed me to figure out where to divide for armholes. Worked like a charm!
* Again, I only did i-cord ties for the outside, and will use ribbon for the inside, for less bulk. Babies are seriously bulky as is. At least, the kind I seem to be able to make are.
The color is very Yoda. A real pea green, not well represented in the photo. And when Pamela pointed me here, well, I knew what my newest little guy would be sporting come October 31. Maybe the absolute hilarity of that costume will distract grandma from the rockin' debauchery of the other. But probably not. Sigh.
Speaking of advice rendered by wise ones, it occurred to me recently while reading Real Simple's "Summer Guide" (How to get into and out of a hammock! How to catch fireflies! Because you're not having summer fun unless you're doing it by the numbers!) and then again while mopping Biscuit's barf off of his carseat by the side of the highway, that there's advice, and then there's advice.
My parents were pretty good with the advice. My dad's Big Three are: Never pass up an opportunity to take a leak, you only regret the things you didn't do, and don't trust women who drink whiskey. (Nice weird misogynist touch on that last one, right? I may have to take up the Jack Black.) But the first one really is good, and though I disagree with the second in some cases (boy, do I), it does help remind me to think twice before passing up an opportunity. So I thought I'd share my three (current) favorite pieces of wisdom received from my parents.
1. Quality always trumps quantity. (Thanks, Mom. Should have remembered this one before buying those two pairs of Target maternity pants.)
2. Never force anything mechanical. There's a reason it's resisting, and forcing will break it. (Thanks, Dad. And also for the handyman help when I forget.)
3. Do not exit a fast food establishment without a hand full of paper napkins for your glove box. (Thanks to both of you from the Biscuit, who did not have to finish the ride sitting in his own barf.)
Screw Real Simple and their "how to properly dress a hot dog"! Let me hear your best life advice- whatever the source. Post in the comments or on your blog and let me know. And may all your glove boxes be well-stocked.