Sweater Sack
Yesterday, I visited a new yarn shop south of here. Purls of Yarn. The shop had officially opened 9:30am that day, and I waltzed in around 2:15pm. The space is lovely, the owner (and her mother and friend) are lovely, and there is a great selection of yarn -- neatly displayed.
The drive there was a white knuckle tour of the Taconic State Parkway from Exit 52 in Dutchess County to Exit 117 in Westchester County. The road is punishing. Narrow lanes, bends that manage to be both long and sharp simultaneously, and wigged out drivers hopped up on caffiene and road rage. What we do for yarn!
My purchase was controlled. Just small needles for the IK Heart Sachet project, as well as some Deco Ribbon for another handbag. Carrying Sophie (felted wool) around during the summer just feels like a fahsion no-no. But then again, what do I know?
I suspect that I am one of those girls who tries with all of her power to be cute, sassy, and fashionable. Yet, in spite of her best effort, she misses the mark just subtlely enough to let you know that she is trying sooo hard. Witness my nearly complete Mini Sweater.
The yarn is perfect. The pattern is adorable. But it looks like a bucket of muck on me. It might be fine when the sleeves are finished, or I might look like the demented, dumpy offspring of Heat Miser and Snow White. Hard to say.
The drive there was a white knuckle tour of the Taconic State Parkway from Exit 52 in Dutchess County to Exit 117 in Westchester County. The road is punishing. Narrow lanes, bends that manage to be both long and sharp simultaneously, and wigged out drivers hopped up on caffiene and road rage. What we do for yarn!
My purchase was controlled. Just small needles for the IK Heart Sachet project, as well as some Deco Ribbon for another handbag. Carrying Sophie (felted wool) around during the summer just feels like a fahsion no-no. But then again, what do I know?
I suspect that I am one of those girls who tries with all of her power to be cute, sassy, and fashionable. Yet, in spite of her best effort, she misses the mark just subtlely enough to let you know that she is trying sooo hard. Witness my nearly complete Mini Sweater.
The yarn is perfect. The pattern is adorable. But it looks like a bucket of muck on me. It might be fine when the sleeves are finished, or I might look like the demented, dumpy offspring of Heat Miser and Snow White. Hard to say.
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