Do you still remember this? My very first twined knit sweater, well, my very first and the only twined knit sweater. Twined knitting is very, very slow technique and produces a firm and thick and not stretchy fabric. I don't remember any more how many months I spent knitting this one but there were times when I thought it would never ever be done. But over the months I not once took it away from the sofa and put it away into a closet so that it would eventually get a row once in a while. Now I don't know what it is that draws me to this road again... I wonder if the bats in my attic have got loose again or if my elevator quite never reaches the top floor or whether it just keeps going and going or if it has stuck all together. (There are so many more ways to express what I'm trying to say here, you can add your own favorite...) But this twined sweater is my inspiration.
And now do you remember this?
The stitch marker from last fall. I made many red ones with orange and green dots. There is something in that color combination that I can't pass? Do you suppose it is Christmas already in my mind? (Lately I have been taking very long walks with my MP3 and more than a week ago there was an essay about Christmas knitting on Cast-on - maybe it's the word Christmas echoing in my empty corridor now...) This is the color inspiration anyway.
Here a cuff for a new sweater or cardigan... I have not yet decided which one it is going to be, that is why I'm starting off with sleeves. The picot edge is very pale green which is difficult to see because the picture taking inside is so very painfully difficult. And finally, this is where I am this very morning. Don't expect much during the coming months...There is no progress on the Gatsby Girl Pullover because it is knit one row, tink one row. I'm afraid it is soon going to be frog the whole thing because I simply cannot see what I'm doing and even though it is simple purl and knit with occasional cabling, you still have to see the cable to be able to successfully change places of the stitches. The reason for this agony is the blackest yarn I have ever come across.
Many warm thanks to Dave for arranging the Bitchin Mittens! In case somebody is wondering if I'm searching for the lost card of my deck of cards while camping next to my mail box by the main road, I'm not, because I 'm waiting for some fabulous yarn here...