This is Olive.
She has started the new year by going Whole30, Kon Mari-ing her crate, and using a bullet journal to plan her naps. She also bought a year’s worth of spin classes, got some highlights and hired a wardrobe consultant.
She has a Fitbit now, which brings me to the reason I mention Olive: she needs to get her steps up, so she may or may not be attending the Walk in the Park we are cooking up for Sunday, January 17 during Vogue Knitting Live in New York.
We have a hardy band of knitters all ready to take a ramble beginning at 7:30 am, and we welcome everybody who’s in the vicinity, whether a local or a visitor, to join us. Please sign up here if you’re game—we want to have enough coffee and carbs for everybody. I am going to wear at least four handknits, no matter what the weather, and I am curious to see what everybody else will be wearing. C’mon! Early risers, arise!
Meanwhile, That Cowl
I honestly don’t know why I’m persisting with this cowl. It’s not a bad cowl; it’s just proving to be more of a fuss than it warrants. I’m not going to end up with a six-foot-long wedding veil, or anything braggable. It’s just some dogged need to complete this thing. I’ll be brief.
I ripped out the border. (This misbegotten, woebegone, uncooperative border.)
Felt good, in a bad kind of way.
When left with a ball of wrinkly yarn and a mingy-sized cowl, I decided I’ll just knit the wrinkly yarn back into the cowl and call it a day.
I’ve read that you’re supposed to wash out yarn that has been knitted, to make it all smooth and great again. Seriously not going to do that with this. Does anybody actually do that?
Maybe it’ll ease out in the blocking. Isn’t that what we say whenever something is clearly not great?
I am dreaming of pompoms.