Tuesday, October 17, 2017
yarn is nothing like me, what is this speckle stuff? Purple??? but I had four skeins of it in the stash, so apparently this yarn is exactly like me. I fell for it like I always do, just picking up a beautiful skein here and there, with no solid plan in mind, maybe with vague, long-range notions of making a Find Your Fade (all the finished projects, you guys. I am under the spell.). But I guess I just couldn't wait any longer to see what it would do when I knit with it, and now I see, and hoo! It is good. The pattern I'm working with is Bulb by Veera Valimaki. I love that loose, comfy, tunic shape with the floppy neck. I couldn't even get close to gauge, no matter what needle or which size I chose, so Doc reworked all the math for me (oh, the blessings of having a Doc around the house! There's really nothing he isn't good at) and have been using Andrea's fade strategy to blend the different skeins where they meet each other. I don't know what I'm going to end up with, but working on this has been so lovely already, it is almost beside the point. Right now it is just a lap full of happy rainbows. Shadow by Olga Buraya Kefelian, in the very soft and natural "Fleece" by West Yorkshire Spinners. Neutral. Whew. This is one I really want to wear; wooly, heathery goodness. Those smooshy cables. I've said this many times before, but there really is room for both color and gray in my knitting life, and possibly in my wardrobe as well. As I age and my hair turns more and more white, I am more and more inclined to wear only black every day forever, and honestly, the only thing that holds me back is how boring that would be for my knitting. Well, my hair isn't all the way white yet. Rhinebeck, and part of what I think will be fun about this festival is seeing all the other makers in their most beautiful handmades, and meeting other like-minded souls. I can't wait to see your sweater/shawl/cowl/mittens/hat and I want to hear all about them. I will be wearing this cardigan. There has been much talk out there about how warm it will be over the weekend, but believe me when I tell you that at 72 degrees F, I will still be able to wear a sweater. I am almost never, ever, EVER too warm. Doc, however, does not share my reptilian blood and has decided to forego his sweater this year, and I don't blame him a bit. [Also, whew! It will give me a chance to properly fix that mess.] He will wear a kilt, and his Toirneach hose, though, and will be looking fierece, as always. If you are there on Sunday and you spot us, please come over and say hello? Look for a mustached warrior in a kilt and a girl with glasses and Wensleydale hair who probably has kettle corn stuck to her face. I'd really, really like to meet you.