One mitt for Francis finished!
I got all doubt-y because the yarn is not soft but a bit scratchy and I wouldn’t want to wear these all day. But I send her a message and she replied that she’s fine with natural wool texture so I started the next one.
In the mean time I knitted a few crazy stripes:
Each stripe takes hours and hours. That’s great! I do have to mind my tension though.
Concrete Cardi is here:
But the cold weather has gone and with it the urgency to finish it. Also I knitted this while watching an interesting and intense detective series that ended like a collapsed soufflé. (it was Mosaic, with Sharon Stone).
I’m not sure I can knit it to anything else now. It needs some sort of transition association. Is that weird?
Fee Dragee socks, the qualifying sock for Sock Madness, are my mindless knitting project. I knit it in the car, while walking or when waiting somewhere. I changed the design and am adding a plain stockinette stitch foot to it. Looking forward to putting in a pink toe:
My other sock is going slowly:
Chance Socks in cat sock month yarn. Not doing too much on it now because of the other WIPs.
I’m also still busy designing the stranded Art Nouveau vest. I balled up the skeins and it was very inspirational colourwise and contrast wise:
I’ve divided the mushroom-yarn I want to use dark and light colours because contrast is very important.
I now love to look at them every day. It really helps to contemplate designs based on typical Dutch imagery.
But I had to put them in protecting bags because of a certain furry yarn snob in the house:
While thinking about the vest I needed to knit something stranded SO BADLY that I started a sweet little stranded pullover:
It’s a very Dutch imagery, don’t you agree? I’ll write about the knitting some other time.
Also last weekend it was very VERY cold. VERY COLD. Minus 10 degrees. I still had an Italian citrus yoghurt cone because I had been looking forward to it for the four days while we were at the cabin, working on the court case. And Spring was about to begin.
This weekend it’s much warmer. Spring is here. Today the city was buzzing with people enjoying themselves. Having drinks on terrasses.
Again we’ve been working hard on the court case. So this afternoon I went out and had another ice cream. And then the Italian gentleman recognized my voice and called from the kitchen: “You’re back again?!”
(I may have been there a couple of times during the week too. You know, because Spring was here and is that the 20th or the 21st? Well, celebrate both I say. And I worked hard. I love the handmade citrus yoghurt ice cream, it’s with full cream and no added sugars.)