(Near) perfection
Sometimes it feels like my knitting-fu is as strong as it can possibly be. Witness this creation, a combination of Misti Alpaca sportweight, a cute chart, and my brain skills:
Alas, they are not for me, but for a coworker with the same chronic hand-chill problem that I have. A small percentage of my being hopes she hates it so I can keep the finished pair (but then, I'd also have to question the very core of her being, because who can resist that?).
The bulk of my weekend knitting time was spent on that gorgeous specimen of knitting awesomness, but I put in a few rows on Crichton.
This photo, remarkably true to color, illustrates the much-improved color transitions. I'm almost done with one repeat. "Uff da," as my ancestors would say.
I took out my retro rib sock for a photo op. After knitting with alpaca for two days, it felt like steel wool.
In a feat of remarkable restraint, I resisted the purchase of four-or-five balls of Silk Garden Lite (in color 2015, which is much more breathtaking in person) while at the Amazing Threads sale this weekend. I'd love to knit a summery lace top, but my hands said, as they carried the balls around, "Um, we're hot. So that's maybe not the best plan." Nor did I purchase any other yarn, although I did pick up Stitch 'n Bitch Crochet: The Happy Hooker. I am in love with the cowboy hat and the sock monkey baby stuff (it made me want to pop out a kid on the spot) and various other things. Maybe someday I will have time to actually crochet something.
Tipper @ 9:05 PM * link
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