All Washed Up
Guess who came to dinner? The Knitting Devil Inside. I am not, however, entirely sure that I can blame the new project on the Knitting Devil Inside alone.
Saturday, I worked a local cosmetics trend show, and it was like an unleashing of murderous Huns. It reminded me of the latest incarnation of the original (British) version of What Not to Wear wherein the hosts are besieged by a calamitous throng of women desperate for a makeover. Like packs of wolves, they trolled from counter to counter in search of free 10-day trials of foundation, free gumballs, and other small treasures which will be forgotten by mid-week, acting as a mini-microcosmic landfill in the cosmetic bags of Poughkeepsie.
Perhaps it was some universal balance that required me to step out from behind the retail counter and experience life on the other side. Perhaps that explains how I ended up in JoAnn Fabrics, with two balls of Peaches 'n' Cream (or is it Sugar 'n' Cream?) cotton in my hands. In spite of all of the other knitting, reading, cleaning, or ersting that I could have done Saturday evening, I opted to cast on for a MDKwarshrag washrag. (While I might have succumbed to the patterns peddled by these two fiendish ladies, but I will not succumb to their lewd lingo. I will not!)
The washrag proves three things.
It is also a good excuse to buy more yarn. I cannot be defeated by a washrag. I cannot!
Just when I thought I had an "out" with Anouk (the missing needle), Lukas found the wayward stick under the couch. I finished the bodice and quickly remembered that I disliked the bind offs around the neck for the tabs. It was then that I also remembered the confusion in the pattern regarding the left and right front and back shoulder straps. It looks as if I will be re-working my shoulder straps in the very near future.
Is this my punishment for not heeding Nancy's message (in the comments) from the Norse gods that my Anouk was cursed and was to be abandoned? Actually, I suppose it is my punishment for abandoning a project for so long that I forgot about the pattern issues. Perhaps this is a good excuse to buy more yarn and more patterns? Frankly, what isn't?
Saturday, I worked a local cosmetics trend show, and it was like an unleashing of murderous Huns. It reminded me of the latest incarnation of the original (British) version of What Not to Wear wherein the hosts are besieged by a calamitous throng of women desperate for a makeover. Like packs of wolves, they trolled from counter to counter in search of free 10-day trials of foundation, free gumballs, and other small treasures which will be forgotten by mid-week, acting as a mini-microcosmic landfill in the cosmetic bags of Poughkeepsie.
Perhaps it was some universal balance that required me to step out from behind the retail counter and experience life on the other side. Perhaps that explains how I ended up in JoAnn Fabrics, with two balls of Peaches 'n' Cream (or is it Sugar 'n' Cream?) cotton in my hands. In spite of all of the other knitting, reading, cleaning, or ersting that I could have done Saturday evening, I opted to cast on for a MDK
The washrag proves three things.- MDK are agents of evil
- I have no understanding of space-dyed yarns
- I lack a good "color eye"
It is also a good excuse to buy more yarn. I cannot be defeated by a washrag. I cannot!
Just when I thought I had an "out" with Anouk (the missing needle), Lukas found the wayward stick under the couch. I finished the bodice and quickly remembered that I disliked the bind offs around the neck for the tabs. It was then that I also remembered the confusion in the pattern regarding the left and right front and back shoulder straps. It looks as if I will be re-working my shoulder straps in the very near future.
Is this my punishment for not heeding Nancy's message (in the comments) from the Norse gods that my Anouk was cursed and was to be abandoned? Actually, I suppose it is my punishment for abandoning a project for so long that I forgot about the pattern issues. Perhaps this is a good excuse to buy more yarn and more patterns? Frankly, what isn't?
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