Just look at all this Hooray! It’s just sailing along, and so I quick snapped a picture in the few minutes of morning sunshine that find a way through my window.
There was a brief flirtation this weekend with a beret — in some very lovely (and very neglected) Green Mountain Spinner mountain mohair in partridgeberry (otherwise known as bright cherry red) — but that just didn’t work out. Gauge was wonky; not to mention that I always forget that a beret in worsted-weight yarn is not exactly a one-evening kind of project. I was impatient.
So back to my main squeeze of the moment.
Cables! My only worry is that I will become so mesmerized by the knitting that I will forget to make the cables at appropriate intervals. It is not complicated. And yet …
What’s that peeking out from behind? The London Review of Books, of course — a habit I picked up from the ex, who always had it lying around — which I usually just let collect, unwrapped, into a rickety pile on the table. Why don’t I read them? It’s a puzzle I’m trying to put together. In the meantime, I’m just trying to read some articles, and Jenny Diski is always a good place to start.
See what I mean? She’s a little judgy. And extra fluffy.