I have lost all sense of proportion. Things are a little wacky right now. Here’s why:
ROWAN Issue 50!
We haven’t discussed Rowan lately, have we? I don’t have time for a full Talmudic commentary today, tragically, so here’s my one-word review: scrumptrelescent.
Suffice it to say that you can turn a frown upside down by driving down Franklin Road, stopping in at Textile Fabrics (Nashville’s only fabric store/yarn shop, a truly adorable place with about a thousand miles of ribbons and many buttons), and buying a Rowan magazine. I stopped getting mine in the mail a while back because it felt like all I did was renew renew renew. And there is something delicious about walking into a beautiful shop, finding something you covet, and joy upon joy, bringing it home with you.
The cover, with that Rhinebeck-ready young lass sporting her multiple handknits, really got to me. All those cables! Serpents and eels, all over the place, just ridiculously tantalizing. It must be 95 degrees, wherever this girl is, but what a transcendently peaceful look she has while sporting fifteen pounds of handknits.
A flip-through led me to this photo:
If an anthropologist came across this photo, 300 years from now, he would instantly be able to say: “Yes, there was a time, long ago, when lissome young women spent a lot of time sitting in trees and wearing rubber boots.”
This may be the most comprehensively Rowany Rowan photograph ever taken. I’ll welcome other nominations, but really. Forest: check. Full-length skirt: check. Wanness: check.
This pattern is Laurel. I am PROUD to say I was the first person to start this project over on Ravelry, though I am sure I won’t be the first to finish it.
I’m using Berroco Ultra Alpaca rather than the specified Rowan Kid Classic. YES, KAY, I have Kid Classic in my stash, but it’s a dun color that didn’t really grab me. This Ultra Alpaca is going to get me good and ready for the coming ice age. Lush and insulating.
Speaking of Rhinebeck, I am wound up kind of tight about getting to come this year. It just about killed me to hear that the pot pie people are not going to be there. Who’s going? And an essay question for extra credit: what is the maximum number of handknits a person should wear? (Note please “should” versus “can.”)