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The Persistence of Pandemic Shirts
Hey, wasn’t it terrifying/cool when we all got sent to shelter-in-place, and those of us with a working sewing machine had practically an historic mandate to spin artistic gold from our existing fabric collection? I’ve loved seeing other folks on the internet take a deeper dive into couture and vintage. I went in a totally…
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Look What Got Resurrected For Dia De Los Muertos
It’s Frrrrancis! …And me. Also me. Hi, Interweb. This blog suffered the triple threat: missing knitting mojo, missing writing mojo, and missing camera. All of my writing energy was going to my internship at ScientificBlogging, and then my real job. It was hot, and I was cranky, and there was a rock in my shoe.…
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Mighty Morphin’ Minisweater
And whatever happened to that previous going-to-a-wedding minisweater, the gauge-adjusted Anthropologie capelet? Early last fall it changed into a beautiful butterfly. This sweater’s name is Meteora. I would name everything Meteora if Linkin Park hadn’t ruined it for the rest of us. Meteora is the Queen of the Asteroids from The Christmas Toy, which “influenced”…
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Oh, NOW I know what uses four balls of Cashsoft.
I think I found my will to knit last night. Have you seen this?? It’s a set-in sleeve calculator, and I’m going to try it out! * Whilst mentally tabulating sweater needs vs. yarn possession vs. stuff I can knit while watching the Daily Show, a recurring theme was– yeah, a freakin’ minisweater. To go…
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Victorian Adventure Socks!
Still trying to recapture the ol’ knitting mojo. It’s a good thing my grad knitting group cancelled itself today, because I’d have showed up with nothing but gauge swatches to work on. While I try very hard to answer the important questions of pre-knitting, I’d like to share a few of my triumphs from The…
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O HAI, INTERNET
As it turns out, I was not dead! My computer and camera were, though. Funny thing, that. It makes it hard to blog. Didn’t make it hard to knit, though. Since we last spoke, I wrote some patterns, made some sweaters, ripped out some more-different sweaters, revisted the hell out of Francis, and went on…