While my family goes in a circle opening our secret santa presents we each guess who gave it to us. Now sometimes this is easier than others, and I won’t lie, mine are generally the easiest to guess every year. I’m a knitter, so my presents for the last four Christmases or so have been knitted. Now our budgets and timing has always been a little constrictive, it’s difficult to make a sweater or something big for under $50 when you don’t have time to order yarn online and knit it up. This year I had my dad as a giftee, and he’s always padding around in comfy slippers over the holidays, so I figured that an extra pair wouldn’t hurt, particularly if he wanted a pair to keep at their condo in Vermont.
Strangely, estimating his size and changing the pattern based on guesswork wasn’t as successful as expected. They’re a little big for him, which I suppose is better than too small. I’ll be up in Boston again after new year’s, so I might try a shrinking experiment with a damp towel and the dryer. What could go wrong? At least my dad had fun modeling them for me.
The side benefit of knitting all my gifts is that people start to catch on that I’m a knitter. I begin to receive gifts that center around knitting, and it’s fantastic. Yarn Harlot books, sock yarn, sparkly mohair yarn (do I really seem like a sparkly yarn person?) and a little sheepie from Iceland (my sister didn’t love me enough to bring back a real one).