Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Surrounded By YarnToday is my first day manning the online store (go! shop! buy yarn!), and I'm surrounded by yarn. Yarn EVERYWHERE! And I'm not allowed to play with it - I just have to pack it up and send it to you people, who will hopefully knit amazing things with it and let us know, because we go crazy trying to figure out what projects people are buying yarn for.
Luckily, I have some yarn of my own - I bought another round of shetland to make "Dad's Vest III" for next Christmas. Here are the colors I'm using - the chart and most of the colors are from Alice Starmore's Fair Isle Knitting book, but I subbed in the blue and greed on my own because I know my Dad gravitates towards anything in the blue/green spectrum.
And here was my swatch that I finished last Wednesday night at Late Night -
And here was my progress on Sunday night -
And here's my progress as of this morning. I'm LOVING the whole color-work thing - and with all this new-found free time, it's really going fast!
Speaking of free time, apparently my brain is still broken, because I decided to WALK to late night - it was a beautiful day, and I had the whole afternoon free, and it only took me about 2.5 hours. But now my legs are just a wee bit sore!
But see how pretty?
And look - baby goose! I wanted to say hi, but Mommy looked like she was ready to kick my ass if I didn't move along...
Unfortunately, at late night, there was a bit of an "incident" when Kristine pulled out a box of Artyarns silk...
First, Cindy had some "grabbing" issues -
And then some "stuffing" issues - I believe she was trying to claim that she was actually with child, and had not just stuffed an entire bag of the yarn under her shirt...
Then Kristine opened the rest of the box, and, well, it wasn't pretty. Kristine is under there somewhere - that's her hand trying to save the yarn - and she was last heard crying "where's the funnel cake in this rugby scrum?" as Holly, Cindy, and Phyl-Phyl attacked...
I thought things were back to normal - we were all sitting and knitting around the back table - and then things got strange. Here's the "normal" side of the table...
... and here's the dark side. I'm not sure what they were doing, but it scared me. I prefer to buy my yarn, thank you very much!
And finally - a reminder of what it's like to be a cat in a sunny apartment -
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