Swatching for something tentatively called Double Zelda. Cascade Jewel, so pretty.
Mood & colors today. S and I roamed all over Fabric Depot getting a backing for a cabled pillow designed by Chrissy Gardiner, and he was so good, and so sweet, I couldn’t help but let him have the candy that oozes red raspberry stuff when you bite it.
Sunshine. I’m so relieved it’s back, at least a little every day.A lovely sleeve spilling out of a bag is a sweet way to catch the rays.
I still don’t ever wear that gorgeous sweater in the most gorgeous yarn of all time—Cascade Venezia Worsted. Even after ripping and restarting the pattern, which was basically one big error. It would have been better to not even use the pattern. Monkeys on typewriters could have accidentally knitted this sweater faster.
I’m working on my book and finding bits and pieces of the last one. I took several of my own photos of the projects in Knitalong. Not as good as Michael’s photos, but a memento of how these objects looked to me then, a slice of memory.
Like this Victorian Baby Bonnet, which I liked very much against the backdrop of a vintage children’s alphabet book. I love Tahki Cotton Classic. I admit it.
These colors have been sitting in this jar in my room for probably a year, just sifting the light. It started out as laziness, lack of direction, and now it’s love.
The two big skeins are Cascade 128 Superwash. So beautiful to work with, springy and fundamental. They were chosen by Sebastian and became part of a stripey sweater he wore the crap out of after three or four days.
The color of this is beautiful. The button fantastic. The light so perfect, today.
Working on the new book, and remembering the last one. We’ve finally gotten these projects back in our hands, and I wore these socks last night. They’re nice.
(Photo by Michael Crouser, www.michaelcrouser.com)
I was really uncomfortable, for the longest time, with turquoise.
I’ve been working on My Grandmother’s Knitting a lot these few weeks, getting down to the wire on the projects and still falling in love with these colors. The ones I pushed myself to choose for the book’s palette. I challenged myself to pick colors that weren’t my usual ones, but that expressed the book’s love and longing and other-timeliness.
And sometimes, when projects or skeins come in the mail, the colors seem like leaves falling on me, some kind of pleasant and vivid storm of things I’d never choose.
Now I can’t imagine a time when I didn’t love emerald green and deep turquoise held together in the light of a winter window.