One week at home due to an ancle distorsion….. arghh.
I’m knitting. knitting and knitting – reading and knitting – nothing else to say.
The weather is changing slowly, but it seems like the hot summer is over at least. I have to take care of my flowers, so madly in love with my scented carnations, but I also have to dig deep into my stash and finish some wip.
One is here, catching afternoon sun after washing. The colours are really nice and the row I’ve added – purple Lana grossa Secondo, a blend of cotton, polyamide and silk – adds a bit of zest.
I also have to share with you that I’ve baked and decorated my very first dozen of cupcakes with italian meringue butter cream. Pure heaven – I just have to take some pictures before they disappear.
Strucked by an You tube video posted on FB by Rosalba Strega (immediatly slurped) I decided the “chaleto” was the right project for partialy destash my sock yarn basket(s). There was this Lana grossa Solo Tono waiting for me to make something out of those 3 skeins. Socks? No way, but a crocheted “chaleto”, yes. I added another Lana grossa bargain purchase, a synthetic purple yarn I just don’t know why did I bought it. It was really cheap, on sale, that’s all I remember. Well, now the yarn has regained in dignity. Just guess how the project will turn out one of these days.
Have you ever heard of something like a big bang of happiness? Sure it was about me opening my swap parcel and finding inside The Socks… owlish, balcanisch, perfect in their knitted performance and fitting like tailor made. I was moved to tears when I saw Erin’s masterpiece. It was like she decided to share part of her inner life with me – her Canadian roots turned into marple sweeties, her Icelandic honeymoon turned into tiny buttons, her love for knitting patiently woven into a sample of crossed sts, cables, fancy toes and structurated heels of a pair of socks I’ve already elected as a fetish or, better, a totem. Again, thank you gradskoolknitter.