IN which I am very thankful

So, I don't have too much to say.

Laminaria, Harrisville Designs New England Shetland (Loden Blue), 4.0mm for the shoulder are, then 4.5mm for the bulk of the shawl. Photos are taken on a queen size bed - this shawl is LARGE. I love this pattern, I love this yarn (as always), I love this shawl - 7 weeks from start to photos. In the next few days I will be shipping this out to Philadelphia to the absolutely incredibly lovely Andrea, who graciously heeded my plea and gifted(!!!) me the camera which I used for these very photos after my old one died. I am still working out the camera, but maybe Andrea will have some in-use shots for us all once it arrives! Not to belabour the matter, but THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK Andrea!

Just enjoy the photos.

In which...

A little pre-blocking love for everyone...

In Which I Am Once Again A Danger To The Public

While taking the ferry over to the mainland for a short day trip, I was reminded once again of why I am a very dangerous person.

With an hour and a half on board with nothing to do but enjoy the lovely scenery, I figured "Hey, why not bring my knitting with? It's not like I have homework or anything to do!" I found myself a quiet corner seat, away from the main thoroughfares, so as not to spread my seditious actions far. Despite my past experiences with voyeuristic knitting, I felt it was still a good idea.

Hah.

Scenario 1: A middle aged gentleman, clad in a dark suit, to most a fine, upstanding fellow, stops in front of my seat. Stares at me. Looks me up, down, up. Stares at my knitting. Looks down, up, down. Stares at me. Moves on. Altogether, he spent nearly a good three minutes of the trip standing about 45 centimetres from me, apparently reviled by my actions.

Scenario 2: A toddler is walking with her mother along the aisle, stopping at most seats, babbling, playing with passengers coattails, etc… Her mother follows right behind, chatting and laughing with the passengers whom her daughter has been interacting with. Toddler gets to me, smiling and burbling, her mother takes one look at me, shouts "No!", grabs the toddler under the arms and whisks her away. The child immediately starts bawling.

Scenario 3: After having found my seat, an older-middle-aged lady sits besides me. Spends about five minutes worriedly watching me knit (her brows were beyond furrowed), then moves one seat over, and continues to watch hesitantly, trying to be subtle, but stealing horrifically obvious (and obviously concerned) glances my way. Five minutes later she departs, and does not return.

I had forgotten how shocking and inappropriate my flannel-clad, folk-music listening, shawl-knitting self could be. Remember, you are all warned, I am not safe!

P.S. Sorry for posting this without some photos, but I'm into the last big crunch week of term. I've got less than 40 rows to go on Laminaria though - it's still zipping, despite the fact that it is getting massive!

In which there is a rabbit hunt

One of my favourite parts of Laminaria is the ridges that the 3 into 3 stars make across the shoulder section. To my eye, they almost look like the furrows of a field. And given that prevalence of new baby rabbits on campus (my university is teeming with them), I got a whiff of Peter Rabbit.



Apparently I wasn't the only one. It seems that the locals have a bit of a rabbit infestation as well.







"I've got one in my sights!"



I dare say Jed, you might be out of focus on account of all that drinking!

Halfway through the Blossom repeats (4 of 8) unless I decide to add more. I don't think I can ever get tired of this yarn!