So.
I feel like perhaps I’m not as honest here as I could be. I mean, this is my blog. Sure I write about work, and the store links to me, but my boss has told me - repeatedly - that this is my thing and to do what I will with it. I feel like I have little anonymity to hide behind if I want to say something that other people might not agree with, and that’s scary. I mean, ya’ll know where I work! If I say something ya’ll don’t like, you could come storm the glass doors or something, you know?
But I feel like that’s no reason to hide portions of my life, especially things that affect my knitting. I mean, good god, that’s what ya’ll read this thing for anyway, right? I was going to try and be a big source of information and be this amazing guru, but you know what? I don’t function that way. If you want specific information, you have to ask me, otherwise we got a whole lot of ramblin’ going on. I hope ya’ll like the rambling a bit, since I enjoy it. Off we go then.
The Baltic Sea Sweater is no longer my albatross project. That would be my kitchen. Did you know that when you only have one plate that you have to wash it every single time you use it? Folks, there are three meals in a day - Not counting the snacks. If you have a mismatched plate, or one you hate, feel free to bring it by the shop because lordy I will love it like a Southern manager loves grits. That’s a lot of love, you know. Same for drinking glasses! In fact, ’bout the only thing I don’t need is silverware. Don’t ever let your garage sale scouting relatives find out you need silverware, you end up with three or four sets in the course of a weekend. The irony of never having to wash a fork in a month is not lost on me every time I scrub my one and only plate. At least I will soon be scrubbing it in my snuggly Baltic Sea Sweater.
Do any of ya’ll have any special advice on how to determine the best length of zipper for this cardigan? Do you slightly stretch the fabric at all, or maybe you scrunch it a bit, should it be blocked? How do you measure that thing?!
My Hemlock Ring Blanket and I rediscovered each other today. The four rows of plain knitting between each pattern row of Feather-Fan make me so happy I could squeal, but I’ve been told by several coworkers that squealing is not only irritating but unattractive and does not endear me to the customers. I don’t squeal at work anymore, there’s no profit in it.
I found my fingerless mitts from last winter and am deciding that the current version, while better constructed in general, is more constricting than I strictly like. I am tempted to perform some surgery to undo some unfortunate decreases at the wrist. ‘Tain’t nothing a simple snip-knit job can’t fix.
I bought one skein of Socks That Rock Mediumweight at Flock and Fiber. Then my friend Duffy bought me the other one that I adored. Have ya’ll ever seen a gay teen showering adoration on yarn? It’s pretty spectacular, lemme tell ya’. The colourways I got are Space Dust and Gibson.
I know why I love Space Dust, it’s all dark teals and intense red/oranges like a big cosmic jewel box. Gibson is like somebody dropped a creamsicle in the dirt and then wiped most of the orange off, leaving smears of faint brown and pumpkiny orange across a creamy background. I have no clue why I love it, but I do. I hope it’s pretty knit up, or I’m gonna reskein it to be pretty in my living room. This is a totally legitimate use of yarn. Shucks to anyone who says otherwise.
In shop news:
- We got one of our regulars to take over Monday night and Wednesday morning drop in classes, so we can guarantee a more regular schedule. Except next week when she’ll be away leading a needlework camp. You can expect to see her back the following week, though. Her name is Donovan.
- Fall classes are starting! If you want to take any of the classes currently on the website, sign up right quick! If you want to teach any classes that you don’t see on the website, drop me a comment or an e-mail. I am the one in charge o’ the schedulin’. You can get to me best at rodger AT abundantyarn DOT com.
- In the changing weather, please be careful when coming up the front steps. They are awful slick in the wet and I myself have almost fallen down more than once on those things.
- Hannah just ordered two buttloads of Felted Tweed. If you love that stuff like me and Hannah do then you better hustle your buns here when the order comes in. Don’t worry, there will be a very excited blog post full of gibbering when it arrives so you’ll know real fast. Hannah and I will try not to buy it all. We gotta pay rent after all.
