I didn’t intend to take a blogging break, it kind of snuck up on me. I found myself with nothing really to say and that kind of thing can take hold. Although I did notice that not posting everyday got me loads of comments! and I am a comment whore. ;)
You may be surprised to hear that I am doing some Christmas knitting. I don’t usually knit Christmas gifts – as a matter of fact I become hostile at the thought. I can feel my blood pressure rising even as I sit here thinking about it! Before I work myself up into a lather, let’s just say I try to only knit for people who will value all the effort and time that goes into a handknit gift.
So here I am knitting a Christmas present or two and where does that leave the blog? These people also read purlingswine, so I can’t chance it and post pictures. The logcabin square above is going to be the back of a present. The front is an intarsia piece. I really enjoyed knitting both. I used a variety of tweed yarns and am loving the wooly smell. I keep pausing between rows to sniff my knitting. I probably spent more time smelling it than I did actually knitting!
Do you remember when Cara first caught logcabin fever? How she raved about it? I couldn’t understand why she was so enraptured. It seemed like such a humble and simple technique, that it could cause such passion was beyond me. It would be like a great chef raving about celery. It’s celery for christsakes. We had many conversations where she would try to explain to me why she loved it so much. I just did not get it. She said it was like jazz music. I confessed to not really getting jazz either. Kay tried. I remained unmoved. I turned away and worked on my lace projects and tried to ignore the hubbub.
So yesterday I tell her that I spent the weekend working on a logcabin square. And she puts on her I-told-you-so-voice and says, “And?! What did I tell you?!!”
sigh. So now I’m eating celery with my crow.