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Today I bought some wool. Beautiful Icelandic wool. The kind of wool that when you hold it and rub it against your skin you can actually see the lambs and sheep out frollicking. I bought it to make this amazing oversized sweater in This book. It has a wave and a vaguely mexican looking design in the fair isle yoke.
I also finished reading Knitting Rules by S P-M. I totally recommend it to all the knitters I know. It's got some serious humor and some serious tips. I'm also reading Hannibal Rising because if i were to read anything remotely romantic i might end up having some kind of break down where i end up wistfully eyeing my knitting stash and thinking about knitting for imaginary men.
When one gets into those moods they can be highly disasterous for the moral. And it leads to wallowing, so better to be reading about hannibal at the very least he is one smexy man whom if he weren't a fictitious character i would knit for (and he would appreciate it and probably wear it quite well).
But until the world is perfect or this surge of hoarmones ends, I shall keep contented in my reading, knitting and hannibal lector.
I also finished reading Knitting Rules by S P-M. I totally recommend it to all the knitters I know. It's got some serious humor and some serious tips. I'm also reading Hannibal Rising because if i were to read anything remotely romantic i might end up having some kind of break down where i end up wistfully eyeing my knitting stash and thinking about knitting for imaginary men.
When one gets into those moods they can be highly disasterous for the moral. And it leads to wallowing, so better to be reading about hannibal at the very least he is one smexy man whom if he weren't a fictitious character i would knit for (and he would appreciate it and probably wear it quite well).
But until the world is perfect or this surge of hoarmones ends, I shall keep contented in my reading, knitting and hannibal lector.