I am a most of the time knitter, crafter, sometimes painter, often a cook, and lucky enough to have family all over that I adore.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I can too!
So, the other day at work, the ladies who were in class were working on fair isle bags, a really cool technique, a really old one, one I have never tried. One of them said, oh you cant do this can you? Now I dont remember saying this, but its possible, maybe it was more like I've never done this before, and of course when I am told I cant do something, then I must at all costs do that thing. It started with yarn my son brought back from Chile, on the right, it is razor wire disguised as wool, I could knock over any yarn shop in town and they could never catch me as I have no fingerprints left after working with it. The other yarn is Ultra Alpaca my all time fav yarn. So then, of course, the bag was made, its easy, just time consuming and waa laa, a bag was born. Now in the midst of making said bag, we took my wee daughter to san fran to catch a flight to florida, of course we went for a walk in golden gate park, beyond beautiful this time of year, and then down to north beach to our fav italian resturant, amazing pasta, on the way a woman crossed our path, she was wonderful, and wearing every thing you could possibly imagine that was knit, hat, scarf, leg warmers, gloves, wristies, sweater, bag, it was 80 degress out, I'm sure I am forgetting something, himself looked at me with a expression of terror, he knew this could be me, I am just one ball of yarn away from this..... anyways, back to the bag....
The yarns decided to felt at different densities, it must have been a very angry sheep that produced the wool from chile, it just didnt want to give in. So the purse is a little weird, wonky even.
As you can see it looks wonderful on himself, although he told me it should never been worn in public. Too bad, it was going to be a present for him to carry his computer bag in. Guess this little beauty is mine, all mine. After our evening workout, I got dressed for dinner, I feel stunning, amazing, and sexy beyond belief, draped in knits from head to toe. I miss my soul sister from sf, we are peas in a pod, her and I, and tonight my husband after seeing me in all my knitted glory is just more than a little afraid, really thought he was made of stronger stuff.
Truth is I am afraid too, and there is more that just couldnt be put on, think, maybe, its time to stop knitting, or maybe its just time to move to san francisco.