Well, I did a bit of finishing and look what happened:
It’s done!! And I LOVE it. I love the color. I love the yarn. I love the shaping and the cables. It is so awesome… Aimee at Knit Happens says that I look like a little blue elf with the hood up but its so snuggly and happy that I don’t care. If you haven’t purchased any Fiber Company organic yet, I encourage you to do so. I am thinking of making a teddy bear with it so that I don’t look like a freak snuggling a sweater in public.
Other things that happened on my weekend “off”…I went to the shop and stumbled upon a sale. Yikes. Never a good thing. I may have come home with some things. Yes, this is a bag of yarn (I took some out before taking the photo so that you can’t see it all and be horrified by my addiction…I have family members who hid vodka in bathroom cabinets. I hide yarn under the bed. Whatever.)
This is Sublime Organic cotton and its yummy. It is also machine washable, which makes it super wonderful for baby projects. They have so much of this stuff at the shop right now that it is sinful. I am trying not to go back and buy more. I am blogging instead. It keeps me busy and from buying yarn. Oh, look at the time. It’s just after five and the shop is closed! Can’t buy yarn now. (see, blogging, it works)
Anyway, I am going to use this wonderfulness to make a baby blanket for my brother’s kid. My brother is reproducing. I don’t know why. He certainly didn’t “decide” to reproduce, so I guess I understand “how” it happened. But the “why” is still missing. He doesn’t have a good answer for it. Anyways, because I am a sick person, my brother reproducing means that I get to knit little baby things. This makes me insanely happy, of course. I am certainly not reproducing so I don’t normally get to knit baby things….sooo exciting to knit baby things. I think once I have a baby and realize that they spit up, poop and pee on baby knitted things without any regard for their value or the time that it took to make them, I suppose I won’t knit baby things anymore. But for now, I am content believing that whatever baby things I knit for my brother’s offspring will be cared for and loved and won’t be spit up on. I am delusional, I know. (well, clearly. I could be seen hugging a sweater in public today)