I barely got to the store in time to lay in provisions for the icy storm predicted last night. And by store
I mean yarn store
. Having already cleared Haus of Yarn
of its most juicy Silk Garden (aka Stage One of this blanket), I bravely headed south to Bliss Yarns
, located in the wilds of Brentwood, for Stage Two (aka Rilly You Don't Have Enough Of This Stuff?).
At this point I've got 15 squares done and decided on the spot to add five more, which required the acquisition of what I like to call the Restful Squares, in shades 360 and 369. I think 369 must be some aberrant thing because it is shockingly monochromatic:
Where is the peach? Worried that Mr. Noro is succumbing to colorway pressure. Don't blink, sir! Stand firm! Keep on keeping on! You can't make a colorway that's too weird for us.
For those reaaaaaally following this, here's a view of what happens when you log-cabin seven skeins of Noro Silk Garden. You can catch brief moments where the color patterns rhyme. But not really.
It's weird that these squares seem so matchy. They're so crazy. But not . . . crazy . . . enough . . . Need more squares . . .
Six seconds into this little photoshoot:
Quality control is absent on this project--I found one square that's six rows shy of square, and one that is unravelling at the corner. Slovenly! I think my Hinduism course
is starting to affect my concern about getting any of this right.
A view from the window this morning, as if you need to see more of this sort of weather. If you're in some warm clime right now, send along a picture of a palm tree, please.
March 3, 2014
Dear Kay, I barely got to the store in time to lay in provisions for the icy storm predicted last…