Welcoming SARAH, the amazing knit-crazed housemate
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Diane Reim. I just reread Robin McKinley's SUNSHINE.
I have a little black kitten, momentarily not channeling Kali-Ma, under the blanket on my knees. This means I can't [pee] do several increasingly urgent errands, or take pictures of my beautiful hat. Sarah the housemate knits fast, accurately, ambitiously, and persistently. I still like her, even though if I post her creations my own indolence shows up more clearly. The world's most enabling exBF (all right, I did introduce him to spinning, he has some revenge to get) gave us both gift certificates to the Elegant Ewe, and part of my choice was Elsbeth Lavold's _Viking Patterns, Inspiration and Patterns_ (the Amazon url won't wrap. Use 'search.')
We thought possibly Sarah would use it while making me a sweater (which should account for all my Christmas presents for about the next three years, I think). Sarah grabbed the book and before it had been in the house even 8 hours, she made me this hat. (Asterix wanted to show how well it goes with him.)





She has been spinning Mary Pratt's feathersoft gray Romney for several months for the sweater and used some of that. It looks like weathered limestone. My archaeologist's heart is kvelling. And someday, a sweater. I am trying to learn to read the graphs. They are not for beginners.

I am in the process of making felted duckie slippers for the daughter. Since I ran out of orange with less than half a beak to go (about five yards) I HAVE to go to the Elegant Ewe again, damn. My mom's socks are coming along, too.

Twilly, let go of my foot RIGHT NOW.