I am always being seduced by tweedy yarns. I adore the texture and the little flecks of color, and I have all these images in my head of delightful structured jackets. What I completely forget, of course, is how much I loathe knitting with tweeds (Rowan felted tweed is the exception to this rule.) I hate the dry feeling, and the way they stick to even the slickest of needles. I hate how hard it is to get even looking stitches. And I hate how careful of my wrists I have to be. And so… my summer tweed sweater is going into hiding for a bit now.
I’ve knitted half of the back twice now (I had some chart problems) and I cannot bear another stitch. Ugh. I still love the pattern, I’m just trying to think of some decent subs. I suppose I’ll have to try knitting a bigger size at a smaller gauge… That is the black hole of my knitting by the way… it’s where all the projects I get tired of go when I can’t bear to rip them yet.
On a happier subject, I have finished nearly half of the bottom panel of Lorelei. I love it!
Friday is my day off, and with Marc out of town it has been a lazy day for Leon and I.
He looks so happy when he’s asleep!