One: today's little bread looked as good as it tasted. No. Strike that. It tasted better. Still in love with this bread book. A European Peasant boule, if you must know. Two: Feeling the love for Emerald, too. Above, an awkward sleeves-and-body-newly-attached cardigan back view.
The yarn varies so crazily, look at this sleeve color against the center back. Good thing I won't be walking around with Gomukhasana Arms so it'll hardly be noticed. I strategize use of the skeins, saving the darkest for the wide ribbed collar that's knit on vertically at the end, and swapping in and out some of the very mixed ones.
Three: Today I found out I have something very special in common with the much admired Yarn Harlot, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee. Did I find the ability to knit socks with whiplash speed? Nope. Was it a cleverly observed humorous knitting essay hiding deep within me springing forth for publication? Not a chance. What sprung forth was water dripping from the kitchen ceiling, followed by words springing from my plumber, Frank's, lips, telling me the toilet's waste water pipe has a leak requiring opening the kitchen ceiling and cutting into a cabinet , and an even worse case scenario includes opening a wall, which is only slightly less bad than thinking about bacteria laden H2O falling into the kitchen. I don't think he called Steph's plumber for a consultation, apparently this kind of thing is going around the knitblogging community. For your sakes', I hope its no where near as popular as two-stripeNoro scarves. That's all I'm saying.
posted by gale (she shoots sheep shots) at 7:11 PM