Knitting Angst. Yep, that about sums it up. Knitting Angst, because you know there is not quite enough regular, world gonna end Angst. Not enough toddler Angst. There are WIPS all around but nothing that really satisfies. The Orange scarf is growing and growing. The Apoca-Vest for Hubbalicious is going well. This vest is an entry in and of it self- more on this in the near future. I did quite a bit of stash enhancement this summer, books everywhere. So it is not for lack of goods or patterns. And I want to at least start thinking about what my next project will be. Nothing really appeals right now. I will probably get struck by lightening for this, but really nothing appeals. And yet I am going crazy not having a place to put my knitterly affections. You know the Orange scarf- which I am naming: Nothing Rhymes with Orange is soft and lovely and will be great when it is 20 degrees outside, but Nothing Rhymes is kind like candy floss. You eat a huge thing of it, the size of your head and it was fun and all, just not very satisfying. Looks great, tastes great, leaves you wanting more. Wanting more, but more what?
And I was feeling a little scattered, a bit unfocused and then I saw these fantastic shenanigans and realized that I was sad and I was missing someone. Well, technically something, but with a love like this- it is a someone, I miss Rowan Magpie. Bad. I loved this yarn and it is gone. And had I known it was going I would have stuffed my house to the rafters with it. And my car. And the dog crate. And the kids backpacks. This was the yarn that I made my first Fair Isle sweater with. The first yarn that I fell for. Now it is gone.
But there is a teeny tiny light. Some how, some where I had the great good fortune to find Richesse Online. You want anything Rowan these ladies have it. And they are really nice and p-r-o-m-p-t. I will tell you about their fantastic customer service in a minute, but first the yarn. Like I said, somehow,someway I found my way to these ladies and they had Magpie in two shades, Raven and Tranquil. Truthfully, if they had Soiled Diaper Brown I would have bought it. And they had enough in each color to actually make an adult garment. get out. I was over the moon. So I placed my order (for Rowan 38 too!)and waited for my email confirmation. Nope. Didn’t come. Did I dream sweet Magpie dreams and there really was none? Was it a fantasy? So I emailed them today and within 45 minutes I had a response. Forty Five minutes people! This is astoundingly great. And they were nice and sympathetic because I was in their database but no order. And I quote: “I’ll be standing by to ship your order if it comes in, and I am sorry your order didn’t come through the first time.” Ooooh, someone who understands and is waiting to ship my order of Magpie? Sweet Mercy!
I want to state that the lack of order was a pilot error on my part, NOT their part.
So Magpie is on its way to me. I am seeing a cabled cardigan with a huge shawl collar in Raven. Angst is lifting.
So the above sweater is Tartan Jacket from Zoe Mellor Colorful Knits for you and your Child ISBN#1-57076-080-2. The green is of course Magpie and the Tartan is out of Brown Sheep. I know all this waxing about Magpie and then I talk about Brown Sheep. This is arguably my favorite sweater that I have ever made. I love the colors and the tartan was fun to do. I made this sweater 7 years ago maybe and it has worn like iron. Love love love it. Hmmm. Now, I see more Angst lifting- I am getting an idea.
The sweater below is the aforementioned First Fair Isle. It is Annabel Fox’s Mosaic Jacket. It is about 9 years old. Also wears like iron but oh yea- fits like crap. You know how we are always going on about how those pesky stylists are pinning and tucking the sweater to make it look better? Well, not the one who did this shoot. I just found a picture of it in Rowan 34 and upon examination, it looks like crap on the model too. The back neck swoops so far down my back I feel like I am wearing a toga. The front opening is cavernous. The seams would make you cry. But live, learn, and try to do better the next time. And never trust a pattern that only shows you the back.
Maybe she needs a good frogging. Maybe I cut her arms off and make her into a cushion? Ooooooooh that sounded hostile. Not meant to be, just looking to get use out of what I have.
Give a Little is a little bit over $77,000. We should be pleased. And we need to go do more. Tomorrow I am packing a truck headed to Mississippi. Now the Angst is all but gone. Do something for someone else, you’ll feel better.