Yarn Bags

The project that took up most of my month was two [redacted], one a sample/test knit for an upcoming book and one a personal item for the publisher because she liked the original so much but it wasn't in her size. I can't wait to share them with you once the book comes out, but in the meantime, to give you an idea of the time that went into them, here's a list of the audio books I listened to while working on them:

Remote Control by Nnedi Okorafor (a reread)

Hood Feminism by Mikki Kendall (possibly my favorite book so far on intersectional feminism)

Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune

Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg (the library audiobook I listened to was an anniversary edition read by the author with added commentary at the end of each chapter, which was delightful)

Noor by Nnedi Okorafor (another reread)

Cultish by Amanda Montell (got a hard copy of this one to add to my yearly reads shelf)

The Book of Magic by Alice Hoffman

The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

The Constant Rabbit by Jasper Fforde

Altogether about 80 hours of listening/knitting. I took weekends off and only stayed up late once, finishing the last one, and I still mailed in double the original amount of completed pieces within the original timeline. Aaand then I didn't knit for a week.

Right before I got the [redacted], I got yarn for another Bindle Bag, because I liked tying one onto the tiered cart that's currently beside my desk but I wanted one that would actually match the cart. So I worked on this during Zoom meetings and while bingeing the entire first season of Moon Knight with my partner (as an aside, I did not anticipate connecting as deeply with the main character/s as I did!)

Now I'm working on another commission, a baby blanket. It's a big straightforward square, in a nice color with enough pattern going on to keep it interesting.

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