It's baaa-aack.
My knitting mojo, that is.
Blame the Viennese Shrug V2:
Fashioned out of Brown Sheep Cotton Fleece in the delightful and springy "Wisteria," this shrug is much more pleasant to work with, particularly in the area of gauge. With just a few inches to go before one entire half is complete, we are only a small amount above gauge, instead of making a garment large enough to clothe a pregnant elephant. Instead, it will be large enough to cover the knitter, who is smaller than most models and not nearly as photogenic (though sometimes as cute).
Accompanying this much-improve shrug experience is the knowledge that three balls of beautiful blue Kidsilk Haze now lurk within the stash. Thanks to peer pressure and a lack of self-control, these may go towards the Birch-like Kiri Shawl.
And behind door number three, we have evidence of yarn snobbery as a contractable disease. Witness: a partially knit ball of Rowan Calmer, size 7 wooden needles with a wave of stockinette flowing aft, next to the chair of the man of the house. Yes, indeed, men can be yarn snobs (and so even of knitters we want to hit them sometimes, when we're not welling up with pride). The beaded stitchmarkers in the background serve as a warning to all: do not bother with the bead stores - just go to cheap craft stores, where you will find all of the ingredients you need at a fraction of the price. (Some lucky soul will win some of these stitch markers during the Twin Cities Stitch 'n' Picnic.)
This concludes the tour of How Tipper Got Her Mojo Back.
Tipper @ 9:03 AM * link
|
