With the unusually cool and drier air we've enjoyed (downright weird for July), I'm in a premature autmun mood - so I've been eyeballin' them vest and cardigan patterns. Hmmm . . . Haven't gone so far as to cast on for any yet, though. But they're on my mind, along with pumpkins, the scent of fallen leaves and sleepy soil, and the peculiar shade of blue that the sky turns that time of year.
I'm wanting a fresh go at writing a pattern that I'm happy with for a Swiffer mop cover. Don't judge me until you've tried one! They're handy as hell, but each pattern variation has a thing that bugs me. Mary Beth is on this same hunting trail too, so it ain't just me, lol.
And what do you suppose might happen if a knitter who ain't afraid to design, persue an idea, or talk to new folks were to become inspired by that band's song, The Crooked Road? Check out this link, to see what Miss Violet is up to of late, and what I'm following with profound interest: The Mountain Sole Project. Her journaling of it is already precious, so I can only imagine what the final book will mean to me. Is it done yet??? How 'bout now?
Apparently the yarn fairy pooped Koigu in that same closet when I wasn't looking. Seriously, I found two skeins that I do not remember buying. Cool - wonder what the hell else is in there??? It was better than that time I found two $20 bills in the laundry.
And just check out Brook's yarn p0rn! Malabrigo lace weight! Yeah, we fondled and gasped appropriately. But she knew the rule, and licked it before showing it to us, thus marking it as decidedly hers. (just kidding)