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Top down cardi...

I have some fun yarn, bigger gauge than I normally work, but because it is sort of a felted wool and nylon ribbon, it shouldn't be too warm or heavy. Before I go to the trouble of designing my own pattern, does anyone have a link or pattern for a top down cardigan that is sized for a real man (50" chest +4" for room+ 54" chest)?

Ugh. Not enough time for knitting. I'm taking a class in Marketing and production of apparel, and it is really interesting, but VERY macro.... I just want to do the designing and perhaps manufacturing of the models....Not become Columbia sportswear or a supplier thereof. Sigh.

Best wishes and happy knitting.

Fighting the flying et al.

Too work at the estate or not to work. I've strained my trapesius muscle and lifting stone doesn't sound like such a good idea. Maybe I'll finish those designs and KNIT. Yeah, that's the ticket.
(And flirt with guys on

I have a very important class for my Apparel design degree on WEDNESDAY! My usual knit night. I'll miss gossiping with LARS! And the beer, and the naughty conversations with the girls over the needles. It TOTALLY SUCKS. (But the class: marketing for the apparel industry, is surprisingly good: The teacher is fast paced and really sharp. He totally ROCKS!)

Fighting the flying: The bane of all woolen knitters and especially us spinners as well who live in the county is wool-moths. But the smell of Mothballs is almost as bad. The best solution that is bearable, I find, is to make sure that woolen sweaters/ handspuns are stored clean. It was recommended to me that you put sachets of dried lavender or whole bars of "Irish Spring" soap (still in the box) in with your knitwear and yarns. My flat smells like a freshly washed rugby team. (I don't mind). And the sweaters have that fresh outdoorsy masculine scent that makes me think of rugged, burly, ginger-bearded men showering nekkid in the bushes.

yarnaholics anonymous

I am here to say, that I am a yarnaholic.  I admit that I am powerless to yarn.  Yarn has interrupted my life, deleted my savings, driven away suitors... My life is controlled by yarn.  I hear the siren call of silk, wool, alpaca, linen, mohair... I am weak and unable to resist.

 That being said , I just picked up some lovely yarn at a sale yesterday , and only went 3'x over what I planned to spend.  SO, my goal for next month is to have a rummage sale, and whatever I don't absolutely love out of my QUICKLY GROWING STASH (I love that sounds like you could hide it in a drawer... I couldn't hide my stash in a UHAUL!) I will sell.  Unfortunately, what I will sell probably won't interest male knitters: mostly badly advertised mohairs and some novelty sold on e-bay.  Not very butch stuff.


Well, after hot days, Portland now feels positively autumnal in the morning....Fall, when I dream of the perfect sweater to wear while riding my big bright-chestnut gelding through the woods, golden leaves spiraling down about me.  Of course, someone should be there with me....but as I've never met him....his face is obscured.  All I know is that he isn't allergic to wool.

 My sash-shawl is coming along beautifully, and I plan to take some time today to work on it.  I will also work on getting the kilt finished for Vancouver, BC pride next week. 

 I'm getting some pictures taken tonight, so y'all get to see some of the goodies I've been working on.  Such fun.

feel like crap....must knit

It has been so hot in Portlandia and it just pulls it out of me since I work outdoors.  Today is my father's 70th b-day and I've not finished his sweater (oh the guilt!!!!)  I just want to sit and knit today (and pay some bills, eat, work out, play some rugby)... anything but move stones in a garden (horticultural stonework is my career at this point).


What I am currently working on.  A stole or sash made of alpaca (really nice but inexpensive stuff) and blue moon mini-mohair loop in "olive garden".  Extremely lux.  You jus' wanna roll around nekkid on it.  It should be perfect with the kilt that I am sewing for myself.  (Brown merino-linen blend). Now I just have to knit the perfect socks and a tam, sew up a snazzy little shirt in an appropriate color (that hides any shedding of the shawl) and I will be perfectly attired for I don't know, Halloween, or any formal affair?  The ballet?  les Sylphide? White bird dance performance?