And my life is full of little things right now. Little things distract me.
One of the things I always ask my knitting students is whether they think they are a "forest" person or a "trees" person. Whether they like to have the whole picture in front of them, to get a sense of where they are going with a project or whether they like to know the steps involved, the details, and work (and think) in that order.
I'm mostly a forest person. Details are fine and everything, but I won't remember or understand the reason for the details if I can't apply them to the project as a whole.
This applies to more than just knitting too, by the way. Like, for instance, car buying. Hubster and I have agreed that I should get a smaller vehicle. We've even agreed on said vehicle -- an Audi Q5.
As far as I'm concerned, you don't want to know what all those numbers are that go into the price of the car. It's like sausage, you don't want to know what goes into it, you just want to appreciate the outcome. The end numbers this guy quoted were fine -- but he got there with some pretty shady roundaboutation, to which Hubster objected. He wants to deal with "someone with a shred of integrity." I guess I'll be walking to work then, 'cause I've yet to buy a car from someone I didn't want to kill at the end of the transaction.
Rachel's trying her hand at batts -- the above 3-ply is the result of three of her 1 (and a little) ounce batts. It's a lovely melted Neapolitan ice cream color. It makes me happy. I think, though, that I'll have to hand it over either just like it is or knit up as a sample.
I'd say that I prefer the yarn I achieve if I ply it up using either a traditional or a Navajo three-ply construction. Once the yarn is knit up? Like in my Vitamin D? It doesn't matter so much... but if I'm going to sit around and admire the stuff, a 3-ply is prettier.
Now that's just stupid.
This two ply yarn was born because I wanted to start spinning for another sweater and these plies were hogging up all my bobbins. It's one ply of Corgi Hill Farm BFL/silk and one ply of a moorit Shetland wool. Seriously. And it's killer. The hand and weight of the yarn is just right. It'll be nubby and there's no way I could reproduce it, but I have to make something great out of it because it's so soft.
Yes, I used soft and Shetland in the same paragraph. The moorit tones down the primary colors of the BFL/silk. It was dyed in a gradient progression too -- before that was even popular. I win.
Ok, non yarnies... stop nodding off. I can tell when you do that.
The trees that have color in my yard so far have the same kind of color. Red and green. Here is one of the Oak Leaf Hydrangea bushes. Beautiful reds and even deep pinks.
And here is the dogwood tree. Just a hint of red.
I tweeted this morning that I felt like I was in a snow globe what with the leaves drifting down outside the window. It's still warm here, but it'll be time for wool wearing soon.
Yay me again.