3:00 a.m.
I am slowly regaining consciousness because a small, but substantial, warm, furry, purring being has plopped herself down on my chest and is now repeatedly shoving her head under my hand.
“Pet me! Worship me! Adore me!”
So of course I do. After fifteen minutes, Lucy decides she’s had enough and wanders off. Leaving me in a semi-stupor. That’s when the yarn dreams begin.
As I doze off, swatches invade my mind. Fat plaited cables and diamond patterns elbow gloriously colored snippets of fair isle out of the way. I’m pretty sure I can see a beefy celtic knot punch a fair isle swatch right in the peerie. And the lace! Lots and lots of lace! The lace swatches hang back uncertainly at first, afraid of the macho cables and aggressive brightly colored fair isles. Slowly, though, they approach. Eyelets on a stockinette background, feather and fan, picot edgings. All these swatches are climbing over each other, jockeying for position. Then I hear them.
“Knit me!”
“No, knit me first!”
“You have the perfect yarn for me!”
So I lay awake until the alarm goes off, thinking about swatches and patterns and design possibilities.
It’s not easy having voices in your head. Particularly when you feel compelled to do what they tell you. Fortunately, mine are telling me to knit.
Jaeger Silk
My Jaeger Silk is fingering weight — 7 st/inch. Too fine for the Lucy sweater. But fear not! I have some ideas swimming around in my subconscious. It’s those danged voices again! Telling me what to knit. Stay tuned.
By the way, it was an eBay acquisition.
Fiona, Rest in Peace.
It’s official. I’ve abandoned Fiona. It’s a great pattern for an adorable bag, but every time I look at it in progress, my hands and wrists ache. So Fiona has been frogged and the Mission Falls 1824 Cotton has been returned to the stash.
A moment of silence, please.
Lacy Lucy
But I am happily chugging along on the Lucy sweater. I’m on the second sleeve, as a matter of fact, which means that after that there is just the neckband and finishing work. She is coming down the home stretch, she is.

And that’s a good thing, because I’ve got a new design that’s working its way out of my fevered little brain onto paper.
Lucy sez:
“Pet me! Worship me! Adore me!”



















