I have a fondness for the inconsistent greys of birch tools, the shattered flecks of ocean colored glass set in porcelain, the overcast blur of winter light,
the concern of emotion that can be stitched in wool,
the soft glow of linen, the comfort of bare feet, the roundness of tummies,
the milkshake of that pink,
the curiosity of pose, the tiny cotton flower crocheted with thread on that cold morning, just because,
the cohesion of handmade,
and if we can leave pants out of it, let’s leave pants out of it.
Little ranunculus, I’m so infatuated with your lovely lacy yoke & loosey stitches.
Admittedly I struggled a little at first with the loose/slightly sloppy stitches (my nature is tight & tidy) but I backed off and chilled the f out about it, knowing (hoping) blocking will magically straighten everything up and the loose gauge really does give it such beautifully airy drape.
When I got to the bit where I had to decide short sleeves or not, I couldn’t, so I put them on hold and went on …at this moment, I’m lost somewhere between half and three quarter with some ribbing.
I didn’t modify the length on this at all, I got nostalgic for the oversized cropped 80’s sweatshirt shape of it.
A morning of finishing up.
Sleeves to match the hem.
Totally not blocked, but not totally as sloppy stitches gross as I was anticipating!
This is the prettiest textured yoke ever, gosh, I just adore it 💕 and I would love to make a less airy worsted weight version ..but alas I am a fireball. (not even entirely sure I can survive this dk weight cotton/wool)
