In a recent conversation with Carol (really recent. like today) I was listing all the qualities that my "dream yarn" would have. Sport weight--a totally underrepresented gauge, heathered, two ply, loosely plied, and soft. Carol's response? "Your dream yarn is Whisky." My response? "Oh. yeah."
And this is the pretty pretty layout, even if it is a horrible horrible photo (but look at my cool tights in the lower left of the frame!).
And in the knitting corner we have:
the beautiful box with all the goods
and again with the Cascade 220! This is a super nifty thing that is knit like a scarf and then wrapped around and buttoned to be a little vest...sweater...wrap...thing. How's that for marketing? It's cool, I promise, and so ridiculously easy I was embarassed to work on it at the shop.
This is a tiny version of what will one day become a bigger shawl. It's from a book of patterns from the rare book collection of the Winterthur Museum and the pattern is ridiculous and hilarious in it's vagueness. I love deciphering the mysteries of the old patterns, I like to pretend I am a heroine in some sort of bizarre knitting Masterpeice Theatre.
On a different note:
What are the ethical questions involved when you have to decide whether to spend your time knitting things that may or may not further your knitting career or for your best friend who is pregnant. Can we do both? Which knitting takes precedence? Would one pose this question to a blog just to buy time before casting on a tiny sweater? Discuss.