I was so much more content to wear my brother's old blue jeans than dresses straight off the set of Little House on the Prairie. My mother won on Sundays, though. Not only did she curl my hair under, like Joey Lawrence, but she got the itchy, puffed sleeve dresses over my head. If she dared to say I looked nice, I would then feel forced to walk with a horribly, exaggerated hunched back, muttering under my breath, with a dazed look on my face. I cannot say how many times I heard her say, "Oh, be pretty. Just be pretty." She was only half serious.
When I ordered the Palette yarn in Comfrey and the Gloss Fingering in Velveteen and Hawk, I thought of her. I remember a mauve skirt and jacket she wore to church, and her mauve nail polish. Though I liked that the color made me think of her, I would never have seen myself wearing it. Mauve was synonymous with my mom... a forty-year-old housewife. That, and the eighties. I would have died before wearing mauve nail polish. I was in my twenties when Urban Decay had just launched nail colors like "Acid Rain" and "Roach." Mauve wasn't my thing, or anyone's thing then.
This Gloss Fingering will become a pair of Cedar Glen Mitts. Not only is it mauve-y, but it's even pretty. Mom would be proud.
Not mauve, but very feminine is the New Girl skirt I'll be knitting up later. It may be finished after the KAL, but who cares as long as it gets made? I'm using Paton's Classic dk in sea green and medium grey.
This last knit will be in Cascade 220 sport's Lake Chelan colorway. It's not a color my mom would've worn, at least not when I was a girl. But I know she would've approved of the style and the little stitch pattern of the Julep Jacket.
Truthfully, my mom liked crafts. All through my childhood she was dabbling in some kind of craft. There was macrame, tole painting, sewing, and ceramics around the house at different times. So I'm pretty sure she would've enjoyed all of my knitting projects. I like to think she might have even wanted to knit along with me.