Or: this post is for my Mom, who calls me and says things like "I've been checking your blog every other day, and you haven't updated!" She also emails me when I misspell things or have poor grammar on Facebook. Thanks, Mom.NHM #7 is done! Huzzah! This is my sixth pair of Selbuvotter mittens -- and my last for a while, but I will probably pick up more this summer, because there are still a ton of patterns from this book that I want to knit.
I've definitely fallen in to the habit of using Blue Sky Alpacas Alpaca and Silk for the Main Color (strength and shine in the silk, fuzzyness and warmth in the alpaca), and Frog Tree Alpaca Sportweight for the Contrast Color (yet more fuzzyness and warmth, plus the soft alpaca is right next to the skin!). I think it's a good combo -- the two yarns aren't exactly the same weight, but close enough. (And I don't like the full-on Alpaca and Silk pair that I wear as much as the pairs that are the combo. And all-alpaca, all-the-time, would be a big fuzzy mess with unsatisfactory stitch definition.) If either of these were publicly-traded companies, I would definitely buy stock.
I finished them a month or so ago (they took me a month, but I worked on other things at the same time and they were really only travel knitting -- one trip to Atlanta/Savannah for meetings, and two jaunts over to Boston to see the nephew), and have been kind of lazy about photographing and posting them. Sorry, Mom. In my defense, it's Lent, and things have been kind of busy.
5 comments:
Your mom isn't the only one not so patiently waiting for a blog post. If I had to look at that damned stocking one more time I was going to come up there and box your ears. And I might even wait for the middle of holy week to do it just for an extra kick.
Kirsten
Kirsten, do I know you? I know a lot of Kirstens, so I can't figure out who you are. I only let certain people box my ears during Holy Week.
Chuckling in fond memory of my own mother who would call me whenever there was something going on in my city (the "big city" about 50 miles away from the small town where she lived). I can't tell you the number of times she'd call and say she just heard on the news there was a fire three blocks from where I lived and the streets were closed - just in case I was planning to go out and needed to know. :-) Yes, if she were still here to read my blog, she'd be poking me...and commenting saltily too, I'm sure.
Yes, you know me. I'm the only Kirsten you know dating Catherine and living in Iowa City ;-)
I think.
Kirsten: Oh, good. You are the Kirsten I thought you were. Thank goodness, because I wouldn't tolerate any other Kirsten I know talking to me that way, on my own blog or otherwise. But YOU, yes. :)
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