Gosh, it has been rather a while, hasn’t it?
In the interim, there was
– a schlep over to Berlin (the zoo! OMFG the petting zoo! With zombie sheeps!);
– a birthday (now we are 26- I am awaiting the Fairy Godmother of Maturity to come cosh me over the head aaaaaaaaaaaany minute now);
– a great deal of cake (and fruit and vegetables, Maman. Yes, I am eating my apple)
– beadswoolpaperinkhooksandneedlesnotionsthreadsembroiderysilk* *pant pant pant wheeeeeeeeeeeeze*
I need a little sit down after all that. In the meantime, all things crafty continue apace but with the latest load of feltables nearing completion, I am looking out for something I can knit for myself. (I know! I feel nearly guilty just typing that.) I have settled upon a pattern I found in Woman’s Weekly called ‘Pas de deux’. A ballet wrap, of all things, in such beautiful yarn: Bergere de France Cotons Nature (Platre on this page). It is not a colour I would normally choose, but for this pattern, it really works.
I have many a project queued on Ravelry right now (I’m watermemory there, but of course), but the prospect of the many, many yarn substitutions I will have to make in order to work on them is rather daunting. I’ve seen experienced knitters substitute yarn, and it usually goes like this:
[Wayne’s World-esque dream sequence moment]
Novice Knitter: “I trust my humble offering of bath salts and wrist pads will not go amiss, oh Experienced Knitter- I am in great need of your help.”
Experienced Knitter: *grumbles, grudgingly looks over the offerings* “Fine. What is it this time?”
NK: *bows head* “Yarn substitution.” *flails around, sobbing* “It’s hopeless! The original pattern calls for a yarn is dyed with the tears of year old goats and is a cotton/ polystyrene/ yak furball blend, produced in the US for precisely six weeks…”
EK: *in trance* “Yardage, swatching, taking into consideration variables schmergedy mergedy and flim flam…”
*A low hum, seeming to come from the earth itself. The stash basket starts to glow with an eerie green light before spewing out a few skeins of yarn*
EK: “Ha! It is done. Tell no-one of what you have seen.”
NK: “Uh…” *scampers off with the new yarn, hides under table and whimpers*
Aaaaaand we’re back in the room. Now, all that remains is to wait for my delectable new yarn. Expect some photos of the thing in progress- but I’ll leave out the ones of me, wild-haired and cursing because I forgot to read ahead in the pattern..
*on a sesame seed bun? (You’re fired- Ed.)