Middle Section

I’m on the middle section, the last lace bit on my powder and dust shawl before the final color shift. There is so much on my list ..why is trying to finish up old things before starting new things always the toughest?

I think I’ve made my final shell pink bag, it’s exactly what I’ve been reaching for and the best pink organic canvas of my life is just about gone. I’ve been obsessing on a slightly different design and really hope to have a few new bags in the shop for the holidays. πŸ’•

Knitting might be the only craft I limit myself on having too many things going at once, mostly because I’m slow and it takes me forever to finish anything knit, and now that I type that sentence out, it might be because I allow myself limitless side projects that usually end up taking away from my knitting time? huh? ..ok one more row..

That huge front pocket is for patterns, it’s just over 8Β½” wide so I can have my paper instructions right in my face when I need them, also there are smaller pockets on each side for other handy things. Inside there are eight more pockets, because I love absurd amounts of storage (one is exactly the size of my favorite pen!) πŸ’•

Done with the lace, just a few garter rows until the last sections color shift!

My typical bag consisting of a Β½ bag of cereal (because I’m a lazy snack packer) and a not started sock inside a sock sack (for options, but probably won’t start because I don’t break my own rules), tucked into “the shawl” bag, all stuffed into the top of my everyday take along tote ..because I’m 100% ready for anything, and I make bags. πŸ’•

I’ve been trying to resist the urge to go full on Happy Holidays, so instead I restocked my super sweet chubby gummy bears with tag along hearts in the shop, it’s what I’ve been using as a rightside marker/progress keeper on this shawl since its start back in June and I just love it so dang much!

9/7/19

I’m sitting here trying to squeeze everything out of these last days of summer, one last Linen Loop on the hook in the softest pink, my fading peony memories are replaced by little crocheted blooms, I’m both ready and not ready, nevertheless the little maiden in the alpine weather house is forcasting cooler studio days ahead. πŸ’•