Duck Feet

Since my Knitter picked up her needles I've been wondering what's in it for me. I've watched her make herself an impressive array of tops, send jumpers to her family and even give one of our friends the softest birthday scarf. If I'm honest, I did get a lovely winter jumper a few months ago, but I've been waiting for something really exciting to come along. Something that would make me the envy of my friends and turn heads as I stride down the street.

Yet it's hard to recall the first moment that the duck feet were mentioned in conversation or exactly when my Knitter first showed me the picture of these awesomely cute little morsels; these tiny golden triangles of delight, with their dinky rolled down ankles and exquisite toe-based detailing. I can't imagine a parent not wanting to stick a pair on their baby's feet and squish them all afternoon.

Development was an intricate process because the pattern was designed for ages three to six months and I'm in my thirties. It meant we had to get seriously technical and draw round my feet with a pencil to get the size right. Then there followed a period of rapid progress while the soles took shape. They grew like lightning for a spell, but when my Knitter reached the ankles things slowed down. You can see from the picture that this took some proper needle skills and there was definitely plenty of learning on the job.

I think you'll agree that the end result was worth it...

I wonder what I should ask her for next. Does anyone think a duck-billed woolly hat might be a good plan?

Cheers,
YarnBoy

PS: Here is my Knitter's project on Ravelry.