My mother always said that company is like fish- it starts to smell after a while. Well, I’ve never had company that stayed that long (the dog hair tends to scare them off), but sadly, Judy is heading home this afternoon (as soon as the plumbers finish putting in three new toilets. My life is full of excitement.). We had a lovely visit, although it was something of a working visit for her. This all came about because I cleaned out my closet, and decided to part with several sweaters that, while still wearable, are just not me. Some I’ve worn over the years, and some I rarely, if ever, wore. Before I parted company with them, I needed a record that they existed. I needed to add them to the family album. So,
This shrug was fun to knit, but I’d rather have one that sits flat against my body.
My own design- I love the buttons and the broken rib, but I really have to get away from the dropped shoulders. Too square, and I don’t need the extra bulk. I should really stop being so lazy and do some shoulder shaping. This was actually a little too short
Kind of cute but I have no application for this.
My first St****re pattern. I love the huge cables, but once again, there is too much bulk in the upper arms. I might try to incorporate the cables into another design.
These are just a few. I hope that someone enjoys wearing them as much as I enjoyed knitting them.
Since Judy was here anyways, I also archived nearly everything else in my wardrobe that I knit. Just for posterity…
While we were in Las Vegas, my friend came back to the hotel room with the most beautiful alpaca sweater that she had bought. I thought I had been through the mall in great detail, but I missed the little hole-in-the-wall Alpaca Pete’s. (I am not including a link because they have a very confused website. Just trust me on this.) Sweaters hand-loomed in Peru, gorgeous colours and fairly inexpensive. If I hadn’t already shopped for 2 days, I would have probably bought myself more than this:
In spite of knitting a lot, this may be one of the nicest sweaters in my possession. I guess it gives me something to strive for.
So there I am, standing at the till while the girl rings in my purchase. I glance down at the floor (and this store was somewhat cluttered) and there, at my feet, were baskets of alpaca fibre. In balls. With ball bands. Waiting for a home. I picked one up, noted that the gauge was, oh, pretty fine (no such information on the band), and put it back in the basket. Yes, I had the chance to buy wool in Las Vegas, and I turned my back on it. I reasoned that I am several fine-gauge projects behind, and I wasn’t looking for fibre, and yarn is like a bus; if you miss one, there will be another one along soon. Will I regret it? Maybe. Maybe not. So far no twitching. No uncontrollable acquisitivity here. I’m not as far gone as I previously thought.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to check out a website and see if there’s alpaca fibre that can be shipped to Canada.
***So one of my lovely new toilets is longer than the old one and the bathroom door won’t shut. Do you think Andy will mind?
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