It's my turn for the ABC-along & I got 'H'. I've been thinking about this one pretty hard. I could've done my morning wake-up or my favorite wings. I could have done it about what someone called me Saturday night (for some reason I was offended, but Ava & SK helped me come to terms).
I could have written about the happiness this picture makes me feel each time I look at it.
But I'm going to use my 'H' for Heathers. Not the fantastic movie, but for yarn. Lots of people wax on & on about the beauties of tweed. Yes, I love a good tweed. But lately, I'm digging heathered yarns. Currently, I'm using Cascade 220 Heathers for Amanda. Unfortunately, I don't think that heathered yarns photograph well. I always see their beauty when I'm knitting outside. The sun picks up the glints of gold that are woven into the wool. There's the faint implication of softness whenever I see something knit with a heathered yarn. I'm a rational person and realize that Cascade's Heathers is no more softer than their standard, but I'd like to think that it is.
Amanda is exactly what this bored knitter needed. There's a soothing quality about the rib pattern. It's knit one, purl two. Flip and start to knit two, purl one. Followed by 2 rows of stockinette. I love the rhythm of the pattern. I can nurse and read while working on the project. I have about 3 more inches and then I can move onto the sleeves. I've had some concerns about the fit. I got gauge, but when I measured again, I was way off. I measured again and it seemed to look good. Maybe I fucked up with the ruler. I've "tried" it on & it won't be real roomy, but rib stretches & blocks well. I'm going to keep trucking.
I'm off for another day and night of pumping. I'm helping out down south. The reason I'm not real broken up is that I'll get to finish my current book. Maybe I should fly more often.