… and I won’t knit for nobody but me. You know, like the song… Love Machine… anyway.. that’s me, lately, working for nobody but me.
I am finally making Georgia by Jane Richmond. Aren’t those little pleats the best? This is the sort of detail I admire her work for. I could just close my eyes and blindly point to anything on her pattern page and love it. It’s all the kind of thing I’d wear. So far I’ve made the Jane hat and the Oatmeal Pullover twice (One is in a horrible color that I consider a “play” sweater for when I wouldn’t want a “real” sweater to get messed up.)
Check out the Gynx faded denim sock yarn I’m using. I love the subtle color variations. I was concerned that the lack of shaping wouldn’t be flattering on me, but I’m two thirds of the way down the body and tried it on to find a really comfortable fit. The true test will be the armholes. These massive biceps of mine need extra room to swing freely. Actually, I just spaz out if I feel constricted in any way by my clothing.
This had been good tv knitting. My sister slips over, here and there, to watch Downton Abbey with me as I work on it. Yeah, I know. I can’t help but watch it, even with Matthew’s melodramatic walking out of his wheelchair scene and O’Brien’s twisting of her mustache.
This is it: (365 Day 287) Making quick work of my more appropriately colored oatmeal pullover, I watched an hour of the new Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on…
I started the Reef Knot Tank, by Sarah Wilson, on the way home from Utah last summer. But then there was a sweater knit along, sale wool, more wool, and…
I finally found the time to take a few photos of my Perth Cardigan, by Tara-Lynn Morrison, of Good Night Day. Super fast knit, guys. I’m not crazy about the…
I recap my trip to DFW Fiberfest, show some hand dyed yarn from Barker Wool, Must Stash Yarn, Suburban Stitcher, Brooklyn Tweed, Miss Babs, and A Thing for String. I also talk about the awkwardness of a Podcaster’s meetup and my Grotine shawl. Lastly, I share your thoughts about creative theft online.
My hometown could easily be Dillon, Texas of Friday Night Lights. (Click here and here for a bit of my hometown insanity.) Instead of Alamo Freeze, we’ve got the Dairy…