In an attempt to get myself together for moving (ugh), I decided to photograph my books. A much quicker alternative to creating an actual bibliography, but a handy reference none the less. This bibliophilia obviously influenced my knitting poses.
An unfinished Kate just jumped right up to join my early German mystics and Mr. Garden Gnome. Quite a feat with no appendages.
My lonely Dashing wrist warmer decided to relax with some Bourdeiu, Beauvoir, and Bachmann.
Noro Kureyon no. 185
My Lizard Ridge square, always thrifty, chose a backdrop of every grad student’s best friend: Reclam editions. Small, cheap but hard to lose in an eye-catching yellow.
Only the Clapotis balked at the suggestion of dusty old tomes.
Noro Cashmere Island no. 5
I promise a real post sometime soon.
p.s. I ❤ knitty.