Cinched

The Belt seems to be a prominent feature in current fashion trends. I am a slightly skeptical about The Belt. I think the last one I wore might have been a doubled, skinny affair, one part wrapping around my leg. Unless, you are hovering near your 4th decade of life, you probably have no idea.

Since I do not wear trousers or jeans (dare I admit that I don't even own a pair of jeans?), The Belt is one accessory that is not in my fashion repetoire. Yet, there are times when I refuse to listen to the voices in my idea that tell me that a particular fashion or a particular knitting pattern will be an utter disaster.

Witness the Berroco Zen Belt, a particularly hideous early knitting project -- provided you are gnerous enough to include the action cutting and knotting lengths of yarn as "knitting". There is no justification, although my feeble attempts are: I was a young knitter, I won the hank of Zen on eBay, and Berroco exploited my youth and inexperience by luring me into their den of free Web Exclusive patterns.

In spite of my prior bad experience with the one skein belt, I had lately been thinking that I would like to make myself a belt. Using good yarn this time. As a matter of fact, I dreamt of knitting a belt as I felt asleep Sunday evening. A surpisingly tame dream given that my sleep was preceeded by episodes of "The Sopranos" and "Poirot".

As if they heard my prayers, or anticipated my very desire before I had even realized it, Sauneill and MagKnits delivered Lasso -- knit with Berroco Suede. I happen to have two balls waiting for their purpose in my life to be revealed.