When I was at the ginormous Thrift Town in El Sobrante the other day (best thrift store in the Bay Area, I’m convinced), I found an Irish sweater, a deep dark variegated green one, huge and lofty and scratchy and wonderful. I clicked away from KnitPicks just a minute ago, where I was dithering about ordering that yummy merino, and I’ve decided I will indeed rip the sweater up and make the Mariah sweater. (The name does make think of "they call the wind," and I’m wondering if I’ll get over that while knitting.) I’m broke, and even cheap yarn ain’t cheap enough right now. But I always worry while ripping that I won’t have enough yarn to make what I want (remember my cashmere? Still haven’t used that stuff….), and once you run out of that kind of yarn, it’s all about math and muddling. I don’t muddle well.
But I do sometimes take really spectacularly fabulous photos. I won’t even post it right on the front of the site here, in case people are eating and scrolling my site — I wouldn’t want to jolt you right out of those fabulous handknit socks you’re wearing. But this is proof that Lala and I are the hottest couple anywhere. Or at least in Oakland. Or in that ice cream shop, anyway. No, I guess her normal-looking brother and sister-in-law were there, too, so I can only say that we were the hottest couple seated in our chairs at that exact moment. Yep. Popup photo here. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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