Nothing to See Here, Folks… It’s Only Yarn. Move Along, Please.
Saturday, September 18th, 2010
From time to time, I become besotted with certain yarn. Sometimes it’s the brand and sometimes it’s the color. I remember being captivated by a bright orange/pink/gold hank of Alchemy Silk Purse.
I was browsing Ravelry (which is always a dangerous occupation) looking for a lace scarf or shawl pattern, when I saw a project done with Madelinetosh Tosh Merino Light in a colorway called Calligraphy. It hit my Vintage, Victorian and Retro buttons, so I ordered two hanks of it right away from The Loopy Ewe.
I was not disappointed.
The first thought that came to my mind was “Miss Havisham.” I usually think of her when the autumn rolls around. A faded bridal bouquet. The rustle of moldering silk. Genteel decay. Shadows.
I’m going to try the Deep Peace shawl/scarf with it. Try is the operative word. I know my knitting skills are up to it, but I don’t know about my ability to focus. Another thing that comes around with the cooler weather is a bad case of Startitis.
Okay, then. Have I thrown out enough distractions? Bored the non-knitters to tears? Maybe I should toss in another photograph, or a bit of poetry…. Whatever it takes to keep the readership down to the knitters and allows me to get to the raison d’etre of this particular post: hand-knit Christmas gifts.
If you’re one of my sisters-in-law (on Teh Husband’s side of the family), stop reading now.
Really.
We mean it.
Click here to continue reading and see the pretty pictures, unless you’re one of my sisters-in-law. You don’t want this cat to go medieval on your butt now, do you?







