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Circles and Lines

Because I hear Gollum obsequiously saying "nice hobbit" in my head when I look at this picture, I feel compelled to clarify that the shirt actually says Be a nice human.

In January or February, I discovered some green and black self striping sock yarn at a shop in Conway and got two balls of it, with no clear intention other than possession. Then, in need of a portable project, I decided that it was time to set aside my long-held belief that knitting a skirt out of sock yarn is ridikkulus, and cast on. It lived in my bag for months, coming out to play at all sorts of interesting places - church, movies, waiting in lines, traffic jams, tattoo parlors... and slowly, stripe upon stripe, it grew. Until finally I bound it off, ran the elastic, and put it on - to discover that I had made the perfect pencil skirt (more or less). Find Avonlea on Ravelry here.


While I generally don't do a whole lot of it, I love summer knitting (that is misleading - I knit year round, but the things I make are generally for colder weather). I also adore the beautiful way that linen drapes around your body, so I finally tackled a Liesl ("everyone I know" made one years ago, so I'm a little late to the party, but very glad I decided to come). It was a lot of linen but well worth the miles of stockinette, and I'm glad I altered the neckline (V instead of scoop). I've worn it several times since it came off the needles, and it's already proven lovely and versatile.

After all of that big-stuff-with-little-yarn-on-little-needles, I needed a break, so I grabbed three luscious balls of recently acquired Zealana Kauri (possum fiber!) and made a cowl. It asked to be spiraled, so I set about finding the least troublesome possible way to do that, and finished it off in a few days (size 10.5 needles help with that). We had two random cold days in amongst the hot ones, so I was delighted to throw on my favorite Mustache sweatshirt and head outside to photoshoot Dune (pattern on Ravelry here).

Also somewhere in there, I took a day off to knit one of Shannon Okey's recent #knitgrrl52 projects - I didn't have any DK in my stash, but I learned long ago that sock yarn held double is a comparable substitute, and that's something I have in abundance. I'm pleased with how these Elling Mitts turned out.

Next up: another Dotted Rays out of this Hedgehog Fibres deliciousness, and then I'm starting a summer stash down (while I still have knitting time)!


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31 Days of Unraveling Designs

It's that time of year again... the 31 Days writing challenge starts today! Bloggers from all over will be writing every day of the month of October on the topic of their choosing. This will be my fourth year participating - the first year I did 7 for 31, and spent a month going through Jen Hatmaker's book 7. The second year I did 31 Days of Sustainable Dwelling, and wrote about local and fair trade living. Last year I was busy but still wanted to participate, so I went the easy route with 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful.

This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

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Hogwarts House Tie
Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
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