I think I’ve officially crossed over. I read somewhere that if the entire contents of your yarn stash can fit in a few pretty baskets which are displayed in various rooms of your house, you’re still a beginner. You haven’t entered the full stages of yarnilepsy. Today, I think I am fully afflicted, because now there is no more room in the decorative baskets. It is time to move on. On to the dresser drawers, to shelves in the closet, to bins on my sewing table. Tomorrow, there is possible snow forecasted, you see, and therefore I must have some extra yarn in case I need want to start a new project (never mind that I already have 3 projects in the works.) A snow day is a glorious excuse for pretty much never getting off my butt all day long, and just knitting. So today I stopped at my
Just had to have this Malabrigo in these gorgeous sherbet colors.
Then there are the adorable French Press Slippers I have been dying to try. So I picked this up.
These slippers have been calling out to me. They are so darned cute, and I have a huge collection of vintage buttons that are just waiting to be sewn onto these little darlings. Oh, and I can’t WAIT to try felting.
Meanwhile, the ruffled shrug is coming along.
Then, as if all this excitement wasn’t enough, my vintage knitting magazines came in the mail today. Oh, can you just hear my heart beating??
I am hyperventilating. I’m so in love with the fashions of the 40’s and 50’s. I always picture my beautiful Mother, working at a company in
Women were so feminine – not that I don’t love my faded jeans and Doc Martens. But aren’t they gorgeous?
Now, all I want to know is what the secret was for having a 10 in. waist??