Still gaping in amazement at Rodarte’s skating costumes for the Olympics. Can I brag, just a little, that as soon as I saw the photos of the red & black number, I said, “Rodarte”? ‘Cause I’m so down with the kids and the fashion and stuff? And because it looks just like a dress from last year’s collection that made me gasp, “Kid….Silk…..Haze….”? (Go to Aunt Purl’s to see a photo of the dress, and here to see a very cool self-knitted version inspired by it. Love the self-knitting!)
I would like to officially start the chanting-in-unison for Rodarte to put out some patterns for handknitters. PLEASE! Please please please! This was what Rowan was trying to do a few years ago with that “young” “hip” magazine that died so quickly that I’ve forgotten the name of it. The thing that Rodarte has going for it is that they really are young! They really are hip! And that, apparently, makes all the difference.
Anyway, I’ve cast on my Knitting Olympics projeck. And I might even take a picture of it at some point. It’s one of those viral knits that all the cool kids are knitting, Citron. Perfect for hours of Olympic TV with my boy, who is recording it all for posterity. (If you miss something, come on over.)
Despite the sadness and the malfunctioning cauldron last night, the opening ceremonies were fab. Especially all the crazy kids dancing with the flaming feet on the iFloor. Fun, fun, fun. Knit on everyone, and don’t forget about the contest (scroll down to previous entry)! Or the video (scroll down to the entry before that)! Or the paperback that smells better than a baby!
PS Not to mention Greatest Living Chanteuse k.d. lang singing Leonard Cohen’s “Halleluia”–Canadian genius, squared!