Outside of soul nourishment and spiritual fulfillment, there are few things more rewarding than realizing a goal. On April 26th, I finally finish my first knitted Pullover… with the added strip sleeves. I remember the day I started this project and decided that it would require sleeves (Sleeves Required), then subsequently realized that sleeves were my Kryptonite. Oh the drama that ensued (There’s A Light). Now my mission is finally complete. Continue reading
The “Strange Hobbies” commercial by Delivery.com is killer hilarious, albeit, the title is rather offensive to the art of Yarn Bombing. I’m sure most people will find it funny, but to a knitter, it falls into a different perspective. When you Yarn Bomb everything in sight, to the point where you are no longer able to function, it just becomes quite tragic. Most knitters are a mere fraction of a step away from that reality. One more yarn purchase, and the commencement begins.
No matter what goals you seek to accomplish, aspirations you wish to define or battles you aim to conquer, there is one thing that is for certain. When all seems bleak and foreboding, the one truth you can be sure of is that there is always a light. It is not always easy to see, but it is perpetually there. I have finally reached a point where I now stand at the doorway to that light.
I officially have sleeves… and they sparkle.
I know that intro seems a bit over the top for a little black pullover, but this is an important accomplishment for me. I’ve drifted away from so many endeavors that I enjoyed doing, just because they weren’t going in the direction I thought would evoke a sense of place, and an image of success in the eyes of the world. I’m still trying to figure out when I became that person—the person so concerned with what would be right for others, that she forgot all the things that were more importantly right for her. I just want to be the right me. The only thing this would require me to do is simply spread my wings, and let the wind take me.
Ain’t this a trip? I knew one day it would come back to bite me. I’m always randomly buying yarn without a project in mind. Since in most cases I’m not technically working from a pattern, I’m never 100% sure how much yarn I will need. I always end up under buying, and since I have never completed a knit project like this before, it’s never really affected me. Well it’s affecting me now.
I found a great pullover pattern called Grecian Plait from Knitty. The Plait Stitch looks amazing and is not as difficult as I thought it would be. The pattern knitted up too short for my body type though. To me, the best, and most flattering, color and fit-wise, example of this pattern, that I’ve seen online, was done by GypsyKnitter.
Included with the pattern, is a photo that looks slightly sad to me. The yarn is beautiful, but for some reason, the garment doesn’t look alive. It probably looks better in person. The color seems to wash the model out, but the color choice GypsyKnitter used is lovely and perfect for her skin, and the fit is easy and very flattering on her figure. It looks fun and flirty.
Today, October 10, 2014, is I Love Yarn Day. How can you not love yarn, when it can produce such a jaw-dropping masterpiece like this mixed knit poncho from Junya Watanabe for Comme des Gaçons?
Isn’t she beautiful?
I went to visit her at Barneys New York the other day. I floated through the store, drooling over all the immaculate artwork on the racks. I know Barneys is a clothing store, not a museum, but sometimes I see it as an art exhibit that has constantly revolving showcases of all the top-name, and obscure artists’ works for sale–to use the word ‘sale’ loosely.
Oh Lord… & Taylor.
I was in the process of doing my power-walk from 34th street to 96th street, when this sweater broke my neck. I do my best to not be a rude New Yorker. I know how we hate when tourists stop in the middle of the sidewalk without warning, but I was stopped cold by this enchanting sweater, simply beaming in the window of Lord & Taylor. I was frozen on the spot. I immediately took out my phone and positioned myself to take this photo.
Without warning, or possibility of cessation, the true New Yorker in me came out. My side-eye dared anyone to pass in front of me while I was trying to get my shot.