Category: Stash
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What Yarn?
Yarn? What yarn? I don’t see any yarn. Ohhh…that yarn. I wasn’t at a yarn sale. Maybe. It’s practical!!!
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While You Wait
While you wait for me to muster up the courage and concentration to rip out my Holla Back tank, let me present you with a FO. Above you see a Nautie, whipped up fast out of stash yarn for a baby’s christening. Big batches of yarn stay in the stash forever, but single skeins of…
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And Now for the Icky Part of Summer
Hello, my bloggy peeps. If you are not in Phoenix right now, congratulations. The monsoon is here, making the weather hazy and muggy and generally awful. Truly. I’m not just bellyaching this time. My knitting has been all over the board lately. I finished the red sweater that would never end, which gets its own…
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First I Have to Procrastinate
I have a cover letter to write and an oral presentation to whip together (in Spanish), but first I have to procrastinate a bit. Get my sillies out, as it were. To say I have been busy would be rawther a large understatement. I’ve been very busy. Given the choice between sleep and stashbusting, however,…
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Destashing
I interrupted my regular schedule of knitting to whip up a quick Purl Beret for Monita. Monita’s original request was for an all-burgundy hat. That color ran out pretty quickly, hence the gray, but I’m pleased with how the burgundy at the brim is a pop of color around the wear we’d face. My go-to…
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Ides
Beware the Ides of march! Unless, of course, you are my friend in France. In that case, one should eat cake on the Ides of March! I, for one, am rawther shocked it is already the middle of the month. Last I checked, it was February. But somewhere in that past month, I have…
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Silly
When birthdays or births of small children come up (usually without much notice), I am eternally grateful for two things: super wash yarn in my stash and quick patterns for stuffed toys. Behold the kiwi! Promptly named Silly by its six-year-old recipient, the kiwi was designed by Cheezombie. This is the first time I’ve knitted…
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Mixed Bag
At 8:40, this has already been a mixed-bag sort of day. I woke up to my dog barfing on my floor and carpet, then had to quaff my coffee and scuttle down the street to catch my bus. But then on the bus, I finished two projects! I am rawther pleased. The first, a Toadstool…
Anti-Quotidian 