It’s the morning after a real knitting bender at Casa Shayne. From Friday through Sunday, every bunk had a knitter in it, and it was nonstop knittin’ and chattin’ from sunup to nightcap. Every day, sometime after breakfast and Morning Knitting, we all headed off to Opryland to get lost for a while finding and re-finding the Stitches South market in the world’s largest hotel and indoor river. But even at Stitches South, we made sure to take frequent rests at the tables in the back, for restorative knittin’ and chattin’.
Yesterday afternoon, after the gang had cleared out, I took a little photo safari through your house. There was flotsam, and also jetsam.
Random Noro Rainbow Roll swatchfest, with a side of plötulopi on the left. I am truly amazed at how nicely these things knit up. Super light and subtle. Makes me hungry for sushi.
One wad of lopapeysa, size XXL, in search of a steek. (This is its second trip to Nashville from New York for this purpose. Maybe today will be the day we get our steek on? Don’t make me steek alone!)
My Tokyo Shawl in progress. It’s been a slow start. Putting a yarnover in the same place, every damn time, is hard.
One perfectly formed box bag, a gift from the talented Shannon of Second Avenue Swag, who was among our happy band. (Not pictured: chocolate buckeyes that I ate in a moment of hanger when we were on the road home from Opryland.)
An ultra-smoosh creamsicle baby blanket that I made using Camellia Fiber Company Targhee Handspun Super Bulky. This is four skeins. Knitted mostly at the back table at Stitches South. Needs a gentle blocking. Don’t know who it’s for; I just had to knit this stuff. (Check out my Instagram feed for a tiny video of Rebekka spinning this yarn in her booth.) (Those little appendages are the ends, which I braided instead of weaving in.)
One Churchmouse Yarns & Teas poncho kit that I picked up at the Haus of Yarn‘s shiny new Yarn Bus, in hopes of convincing a poncho-craving pal to knit her own, using Berrocco cotton in three summery neutrals.
One wheel of Rifton just sitting on your desk. It took all my self-control not to take it out for a drive and see what it could do.
One bag of Stitches South indiscretions, yours. Speckles? Really? This is keeping the magic alive in our relationship, because I honestly don’t know what you are going to do next, o tempestuous one.
All of this has plumb wore me out. I need to lie down for a while, and then do my taxes.