It should be relatively obvious at this point that I love color. I love what you can do with color. I love what color says and represents. Lately, I have been obsessed with how the perfect shade of pink can make anyone’s cheeks blush without embarrassment.
And yet I’m knitting with grey. (And I bought grey tights yesterday, but that’s a different story all together, and I’m not even sure if I can bring myself to wear a skirt in this weather. Though I love my skirts, so I might just have to gut it out.)
I don’t do much knitting with bulky weight, so when I got this Andean Alpaca Regal in the mail as part of a grab bag I was a bit confused as to what to do with it. (80% of my stash is fingering weight and below. I sometimes forget bulky isn’t bad) It’s also grey. Not just sorta grey, but dull, lifeless boring grey. additionally, the stuff is 90% alpaca. So there I was, with fat yarn, in a boring color, made of super warm stuff. It’s been lingering in a baggie for months, until I found the Burberry Inspired Cowl.
Yes, those are straight needles, and yes, I have to kitchener 58 stitches. Don’t you judge me.
Obsessed with cables?