This is what collard greens look like well after they've bolted. Taken a couple of weeks ago in the Moonshadow garden.
I've temporarily misplaced the cord for my camera, but as soon as I find it I think I'd like to do a post about yome life...
In the meantime, I've got an awful case of Startitis, and have been almost constantly daydreaming/ designing even more new projects. Every single one of which involves buying new fabric or yarn. Because all of the stuff I have is mentally earmarked for other projects. I realize this is ridiculous, and also that this may be how serious stashes are born.
So far, I've gotten a fat quarter pack of Flea Market Fancy prints for a bag idea I've got, and am still looking for the perfect lining. I also found this fabulous dress pattern being reissued from the 60s by Simplicity, and scoured the web until I finally found 3 yards of that yummy aqua and rust cathedral circles print from Anna Maria's Bohemian line last year. In my head I see an awesome mod dress, and maybe a coat?
I've been spending a lot of time looking at Norah Gaughan's book Knitting with Nature, specifically the Snapping Turtle skirt. I'm completely smitten with the construction of this skirt. It's several hexagons knit together, and then you turn the whole thing inside out! There's a yarn store about 2 hours away from me, Angel Hair Yarn Co. in Nashville, that's holding a trunk show this week of the pieces from this book. My birthday is this Friday, and I'm quietly campaigning for a day off from mama-dom to venture into a new-to-me city and geek out over knitting. I'd love to check out some fabric stores also, but I don't know anything about Nashville. I have a feeling I could spend hours in the yarn shop, touching yarn and looking at clothes and poring over the last couple of Rowan mags, gaping at all the beautiful things that are beyond my abilities.
I had a dream about yarn the other night, that I was working with a funny-smelling yarn with the consistency of homemade paper, and it was incredibly difficult to manipulate. Methinks I knit too much. I wonder if the dream had anything to do with the neverending baby blanket?
Nashville recommendations would be very much appreciated!
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