Here's what it means for me:
- Shop the stash. Start with stash and search for a project to go with the yarn instead of the other way around.
- Buy no yarn except Felici, yarn for donated items, or if very specific gift requests are made that cannot be fulfilled by stash yarn.
- Try at least a pillowcase of Yumiko Higuchi embroidered flowers. Unless it makes me miserable, set the goal of embroidering the pillow and the linen picture.
I know. I'll give you a minute to recover.
Better? Good.
Because I work at a computer, it is easy for me to take a break by looking at yarn, which leads to buying yarn. I'm particularly weak in the face of a sale. As a result, I own a lot of great yarn.
Now to knit that great yarn.
The way this has taken shape these past few weeks is that I've been working on projects whose raw materials I've owned for an uncomfortably long period of time. I knew exactly what this yarn would become, but I'd just never done it.
First up: Mr. Banana Foster, the sock monkey
Mr. Foster Sock Monkey (mine ravelled here),
knit in Knit Picks Essential (discontinued--I told you it's been in the queue a long time)
I bought the kit for Mr. Foster in 2012 to make for a friend. The pattern seemed fussy, so I didn't do it. Now it's done. (Spoiler alert: It was fussy.) He's supposed to have a robe, but I decided life was too short to knit it. Plus, a robe would hide his adorable butt flap. That seems like a tragedy.
Then there came Mawata Mittens. You take silk sheets that are nearly translucent in their thinness, stretch them out until you get something that sort of looks like yarn, cut the loop, and knit with it. It's strange and delightful.
Basic Mitten (mine ravelled here),
knit in frabjous fibers and Wonderland Yarns Silk Hankies, Spilled Ink colorway
Classic Thrum Mittens (mine ravelled here),
The inside looks like this:
The thrums are supposed to felt some with wear, creating a nigh-impenetrable mitten. I've already worn them hiking this winter.
Nocturne adored both the yarn and the roving for these mittens.
Mine? Mine.
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