September – October – November

Future sweater in past yarn, this wool holds so many memories, I’m pretty sure I bought a skein of this Madelinetosh Merino Light almost every trip out to Boston back in those hauling Lex to school days, back when I was just a baby knitter, not knowing much about fibers, dye lots or useful quantities, back when I wasn’t sure what kind of a knitter I was.

Now, what feels like a million years later, I’ve finally caked up 3, that dirty sun bleached Seasalt colorway is still everything.

Casting on a Flores Pullover by Eri Shimizu.

( p.s a million years is 10 years :)

Slowly working through soft shoulders. This is my favorite part of top down sweaters, the absolute beginnings where everything grows so quickly and you can have your first try on for no other reason than there is now a place to stick your head.

My skeins don’t match, but they do kinda fade, so I’ve set them in order of brightest to lightest and I’m not going to worry about it.

September, a portrait of late summer skies from a girl whose interests include clouds.

I’m not sure why, but textured rib is so much more enjoyable to work than regular rib.

You can’t tell right now, but there are these cute little ladders hidden in the recessed purl columns.

A little pink, a little sparkle, I made a skein of yarn out of clay, but it could also be a doughnut twist of some sort.

Scenes from the slow grow.

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It generates rainbows. Rural/not so rural prarie life but make it kinda futuristic too.

You can see the subtle color shift between skeins. When I reached the bottom hem it had faded to almost pure white, kind of fitting for a sweater made with yarn representing a moment in time.

Everything in my house smells like Santal 33, including this merky wool water, my soap making supplier came out with a eo/fo blend of the original and it’s the closest dupe I’ve ever smelled.

The light this time of year is constantly changing, the upstairs has weird angles anyways but more so with the shift.

Our house was hand built in the late 1800s, plaster and lathe walls, crooked and solid. I keep telling my Jason we should raise the ceilings up through the attic, we have a pretty interesting roofline from the outside and I would love to see it from the inside. There are parts of it I just don’t understand, strange slopes of original house show up in closets, the false walls from additions throughout the years, I can only imagine if removed, all of it would add to its charming lowlight kaleidoscope angles.

He says no.

Blocked and cropped, with mid length sleeves. The only one who ever gets full sleeves is my husband, the burnout is real when knitting my own.

1344 yards used, just a pinch over 3 skeins, roughly 756 yards left for longer sleeves maybe?

October, across from the park.

November, sweater weather.

make it weird

They’re done, they’re weird, they’re everything I could ever want! I started these months ago and finally finished them up. I wish I could find the ball band for this yarn, it’s the perfect heathery rainbow, I also thought that these were going to magically match, I wasn’t trying, but when I started the second sock the cuffs matched and then somewhere along the way it stopped matching, oh well.

We are currently in the middle of no socks season, so I can’t tell you how they wear long term, but a quick slip on was effortless, the mood is cute and cozy worm!

They’re called Bananen-Socken /banana socks (p.s that’s a Ravelry link), I also chatted in this post about them.

I don’t share pictures of myself often, but I took this one and it was so weird and funny looking, but still kinda good looking ? and my favorite part is my nose giving Owen Wilson, while my eyes look like they’re ready to suck your soul out of your body in the most demonic haunted way, also this looks nothing like me.

This is what most of my selfies end up looking like, but this also looks nothing like me.

At some point there may be enough pens, but for now, more shakers, needle points and knock erasers, I bought blue lead for some reason.

Side table stuffs, a slow rise bun, squishy doh balls. This one time we went to the dollar store and they had weird flavor hi-chew, we lost our minds and bought several huge store counter display boxes, no regrets, but currently Jason is the only one still eating it.

château of the bad neighbor

Late day porch knitting, we put up a sun shade and it’s changed my life, I feel like I could write poetry about summer on days like this, less humidity, less wildfire smoke, iced drinks holding their own in regular glasses ..I mean we’re still strictly a melancholy fall/winter house, but today, today feels pretty great in the summer shade. (Also with the shade rolled down it adds to our usual unfriendly “don’t come over here” vibes.)

The other way home.

Back on my BS, and falling behind, I don’t know what my problem is and why it manifests as crochet hook purchases ..look at them though, I could scream! These are the Capricorn Streamline Resin Hooks from Furls and of course I’ve had the same quality issues I’ve had in the past and yes it’s frustrating to always have an issue (literally like 85% of the time), but I just can’t seem to quit and thankfully they have great customer support, but I’d still love to never have to think about what troubles my next order might bring.

Incredible.

I thought I lost all my old paper patterns, we’ve searched the artroom storage closet multiple times and never came across them, the weather’s been so nice lately that we decided to tidy up the three season/mudroom and poof, there they were, weird for them to be out there, but ok. I was hoping my Mary Mulari Patterns would turn up too, but they didn’t, where the hell is my Church Lady Apron pattern?

I would totally wear that wide yellow pant and matching piped plaid top, let’s zoom in. 👀

Those colors and that collar, adorable. Jeez, the illustrations on these old patterns make me nostalgic for Fashion Plates, I wonder if that toy still exists somewhere at my parents house?