Did I ever mention I knit?

It’s been awhile since I wrote anything about my knitting. It’s not that I haven’t been knitting – I have indeed – it’s just that I find it hard to wax eloquent about it…knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one. Not like the Yarn Harlot, who can write about knitting in a way that even non-knitters find entertaining.

But I have been knitting up a storm throughout my holidays. Oh, I had all kinds of non-knitterly plans for my holidays, like refinishing furniture and working in my little balcony garden and going camping. But it has rained every day since May 13th, which (as part of a cosmic plot to make my life miserable coincidentally, I’m sure) was the day on which my holidays began. Not just rain, but cold icky rain. So I’ve been playing Chuzzle and knitting. Ho hum.

I did cheer myself up by going on a yarn-buying binge of alarming proportions.

Have you seen my guitar case lately?

This is honestly just the tip of the iceberg. I’m starting to worry about this yarn-hoarding thing. I could knit for a few years without ever buying yarn again (if I were the kind of person who could knit faster than she could buy yarn, which I am not). But I must point out that most of this was inspired by a sale: 25% off ALL yarn at Yarn Forward.

I bought some Mission Falls yarn too – some cotton and some wool. And some patterns. I have ambitions where Mission Falls is concerned. Did you know that their cotton and wool are interchangeable in all their patterns?

Well I guess it wouldn’t be right just to talk about the yarn purchases without showing some evidence that I actually do knit. Here’s the Clapotis, about two-thirds done. Any day now I should be receiving the third skein of Cherry Tree Hill Silk & Merino DK in the peacock colour from Sandra Singh. This yarn is the most sensual thing in my life these days…

Oh, here’s another photo of the clapotis-in-progress, with the flowers I bought myself for Mother’s Day at the grand soggy opening of the Parkdale Market.

Now: for those of you who have no interest in knitting yet have persevered this far, you should reward yourself with a game of MuMu. (You can blame thank Scrim for this one.)