Man! Thanks for the veggie comments in the last post! I love them, and they made me feel hungry just reading them, and I actually made a stir-fry and fed it to Lala, and it was good. Really good. Not just okay-for-vegetables good. This green shit might not be half-bad. Thanks for making me my own little recipe book!
So, in return, just for you all, I put on sweaters in a heat wave. Feel the love, baby, because I felt the heat. Okay, not really true, because I took these pictures at home early in the morning, after a twelve hour shift, and it was cool in the house. But still. I sacrifice, for you.
Note Digit posing. Ham. The yarn is handspun Targhee from Maryland Sheep and Wolf, unknown vendor (Deanna, do you remember where I got it? I remember you commenting on it). Sproingy is the only word for this stuff. Okay, and bright is the other word that sproings to mind.
LOVE the dropped stitches. Note Digit still trying to get into the frame. Excellent cause, excellent pattern, and very, very fun.
Next on the Finished Object List:
Lara. (You’d think I’d save these up, and sprinkle them in posts to come, perfect blog fodder, but I’m kind of an all or nothin’ gal.)
Pattern: Debbie Bliss’s Lara, size medium
Yarn: Handspun Rambouillet (came predyed)
I love the effect that knitting it side-to-side in one piece made on the self-stripeyness of it. And I have to say that I LOVE THIS PATTERN. I adore how I had absolutely NO idea how the sweater would be put together, had no idea most of the time whether I was knitting the back or the front. I just followed her instructions, and they were perfect. I cast off, shook the piece around a little, sewed two seams and an inch or three at the neckline, and I had a sweater.
A little truer to color here:
This was, I need you to know, the moment at which I became punch-drunk with tiredness from staying up all night on no sleep.
Things like this happen when I’m this tired:
My back porch had better light than indoors, so I was out there taking goofball shots at six in the morning, not caring a whit until my new neighbor drove down the driveway and shot me a whatthehell look. I did that whole straighten-the-face thing and pretended I was photographing the flowers. Then I set this up, which was kinda obvious it wasn’t about the flowers, I suppose:
It’s a little big, and I cast off TOO loosely, so it’s got rather a ruffled appearance. I like it, though.
I like it so much I had to party a little more:
There’s actually a whole montage on my camera, showing me making faces and snapping the shutter, and then snapping the shutter again immediately, photographing my goofy laughing face. It’s fun to scroll through. Not so fun to blog about, but I couldn’t resist one more:
And don’t click on this next popup photo if you’re made insecure by my sheer hotness. I mean it. Don’t click. You will weep from the Hot Rachael.
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