Amy, of Indigirl!
Amy wins the Folk Socks book with her offer of marble magnets and . . . gasp . . . drool . . . Canadian chocolate!
Thanks to every one who made me an offer. I wish I had enough books for everyone as it was really tough to choose.
Oldie But Goodie
Izzy wanted to introduce today’s blast from my past:
Okay Izzy, get off the sweater.
This is another beloved sweater. It’s from an old issue of Knitters (before 1992 I think) and I think it’s a Meg Swansen design. Correct me if I’m wrong. (Judy just corrected me — it’s by Dorothy Ratigan. Thanks, Judy!)
If anyone can tell me which issue it’s from I’d be very grateful. I’d like to see if I can get hold of this pattern again as I love it and would love to knit another one. It’s beautifully constructed — note how the cables match on each side of the armhole decreases. And I’m a sucker for braids and knots.
The wool is from Schoolhouse Press, whatever their basic aranweight wool is, the name escapes me right now. Rangeley wool? If I wasn’t so lazy I’d go to their website and look. But I am. Lazy.
Speaking of Knitters, I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only one who is thoroughly disenchanted with it of late. Listen to your readers, guys!
Brief Encounter du Jour
Yesterday I ran into the office redneck. She gave me a look and said, “You cut your hair didn’t you?” I said yes and she said “Did you cut it yourself?” I said no. She stared at me and said “Oh well, I guess it’ll grow.”
This is the same woman who often compliments me on my clothes and says “That’s real country, isn’t it? Did you get that at Kmart?” (I almost always wear vintage Carole Little dresses and suits.) She’s not trying to be nasty or anything — it’s just the way she is. It takes all kinds . . .
Fulmar Update
I’m shaping the neck on the front and cast on last night for the back, so I could start the back ribbing on this morning’s commute. I cast on for the back so I’m ready to go. Which reminds me . . . gotta go!