I am overjoyed to be knitting again. I started to say "there aren't words", but this is obviously untrue, because I am typing them. That phrase irritates me every time it comes up in a conversation. I usually throw things at the television when I hear it, shouting, "There ARE words. You are USING WORDS. You're just being lazy! Challenge yourself to say something original, you hipster f$*k!" I should point out that I most often hear "there aren't words" in news stories where someone is describing a puff pastry that they bought off of a push-cart after being alerted to the location via Twitter, and it's usually some perfectly styled guy who doesn't appear to have a day job, since he's able to ride his fixie all over San Francisco with his "ironic" Hello Kitty messenger bag slung across his narrow chest, chasing gourmet puff pastry push-carts and hoping to get on the news. If someone is standing in front of what's left of their house after Godzilla flattened it, shell-shocked and barely vocal, they lay a legitimate claim to "there are no words". I'm not heartless, you know. But, hipster dudes trying to sound cultured while talking about curbside creme brûlée? No pass for you.
Where were we? Oh, yes. The joy of knitting again. This swatch is the start of Lanesplitter. The yarn is from Interlacements, bought a couple of years ago at Stitches West. I'm hoping I'll have enough of it, because it was an odd colorway and I only have 560 yards of it. The swatch is two different shades because I was testing out carryalong yarns. After staring at it for a couple of minutes and consulting with the artistically-inclined Accountant Boy, I went with the green. This isn't the best representation of the colors, but it'll do for now. The wool feels so good in my hands, especially after all those weeks working with cotton. The colors are entrancing. I am so, so happy to be back at it again.
Juliet is done and almost dry. More on that when I can model it.