Look at that: a classic action shot. I said, “Bazzy, don’t do that!” and my hand closed on the camera button as I reached to protect my new sweater. Amazing, really. More of a cultural portrait than a fancy knitting picture, but you can see the ribbing. I think the best aspect of the picture is Bazzy’s expression. He so clearly does not care what I think, but he can tell that I don’t want him to destroy my sweater, so he’s being tentative. Jerk.
I think I have about 0.75 of an inch done. The mission falls 136 in charcoal has been behaving a lot more nicely. There are still loosely spun bits, but I don’t have to do nearly as much corrective surgery to fix it. I ran out of my ball last night and didn’t bother to join a new one because it was 10 o’clock at night and I’m an early-to-bed kind of gal. I also eat lots of fresh veggies and whole grains, which is much less boring than it sounds.
I’ve knit a bunch more on my vintage neckerchief. I have no idea how big it is right now; I just keep rubbing that gorgeous bamboo/merino/silk blend across my face and thinking about how much more awesome living in the 1800s would have been if scarfs were this soft.
It’s clear to me that I have to knit at least another two inches to make it wide enough. I don’t want to rely on the edging to make this neckerchief big and bold, so I’m doing all the embiggening and enboldening now. (I think I just made those two words up, but I don’t care.)
I like this yarn (crystal palace panda silk print in forest tones) and I like mission falls 136. I feel as fancy and elegant as a cat washing his whiskers after a crunchy breakfast.
Mrow.
