Right and wrong don't apply to knitting patterns.
You drop stitches or you don't, that's all.
Amy Witting, "Isobel on the Way to the Corner Shop".
Sunday, July 08, 2007
All Sundays shoud be so good
The last of the Katia Himalaya and Patons Ariel. I rather miss working that gorgeous purple.
Fibre Day at the Old Bus Depot Markets today was a blast. I helped out with the TASDA set up early on, then Spidey and I hit the stalls big time.
There was no blood spilled over desire for similar fibre but I may have done a bad, bad thing in relation to her lace knitting prowess. We had a lovely morning. There was still fibre available when we left the markets, but maybe not too much of Waratah Fibre's polwarth/silk blend, and Fibreworks' merinos and silks also took a bit of a hit.
I lapsed again with Cook from the Cupboard and indulged in tortilla and salad for lunch ($3.50) but drank my own bottle of water and didn't buy a coffee.
Spent a fab afternoon at Spidey's. I knitted, Spidey spun and she also hand carded 100g merino with 50g silk for me. We partook of a spectacular roast dinner (lamb from my freezer, vegies from Spidey's fridge) and with the Sherpa Monkey decided we were much smarter than all the Darwin Award recipients.
In between times, also managed to buy some local free range eggs ($5.60).