We had snow! A light coating, but for a few moments the air was packed with little white fuzzy balls, and the ground was coated. Soon my lake will be covered by ice. I will miss her and her chatter.
Just a few more centimeters to the hem of the black/gray sweater and then it is off the needles. Time to dream of the next knit.
A swatchFinnoula by Marie Wallin - because I saw this beautiful, yellow sweater by Kristy Glass. (I have the book and have wanted to make something out of it for quite some time…but I am struggling… don’t seem to get it right…)
I am not sure which of the three is the next one.
TextureTime first clue - done! After ripping and reknitting… doubting my skills, it is now in the bag waiting for the next part. The color combination is a mystery, as I don’t know how the final product will look; but I enjoy the surprise of a new shape, how the brioche stitches travel around the surface and the play of lovely yarns. I only regret knitting with haste, because there was no need to feel rushed, there was plenty of time to get the first clue done. I will take it slowly when the next clue comes.
For some time, I restricted myself from buying more yarn…to realize that that decision was killing my enthusiasm towards knitting, suffocating my inspiration. I thought that because I was aging, there would not be enough time to go through the stash before the final stitch… Wool and yarn and fiber have kept me happy for my whole life and I could not figure out why I did not find the love anymore… and then it hit me. Because of not letting myself shop anymore, I stopped looking for wools, and little by little it bit away my eagerness to play with fiber.
As soon as I discovered that, I let go off my decision, and it was like a heavy weight was lift off my shoulders and needles. Ever since, I dream of wool, yarn, fabric and patterns… I don’t need to get it all, I just need to have the choice and not to feel guilty when I do get some. The anticipation of new wool adds to my happiness. Have you thought about this and how do you feel?
All the beautiful wool with you,