Wool Makes Happy

I have three beautiful new skeins of red red red red wool. This is beret material. To be continued....

The wool is from Nundle Woollen Mills. I am thinking a road trip would be fun. The problem is I wouldn’t want to come home. I bought my lovely wool from the cafe Coffee and A Yarn. I do so love cafes filled with wool (or wool shops filled with coffee?). I think this is one of the most unpretentious cafes in Newtown these days. Bless its caffeinated, furry little heart. I love it.

My other new wool is a Boysenberry delight for the Ice cream Blanket.

So delicious it will be! I’m in for the long haul knit.

Biting Off More Than I Can Knit

Not content with being a one-knit wonder (har har, see what I did there?), I’ve decided to start TWO new projects.

The first will revisit my dear friend the colour Yellow. This is wool from the same batch as Yellow Hat (ingeniously named, I know), and will be a birthday gift for a girl I’ve never met before. Like that’d stop me hoisting my craft on the unsuspecting mite. The thing is, I’ve heard she has quite a penchant for the 1950s and has Betty Page-black hair. I need no further information. A suitable candidate has been found; her head is mine.

In honour of her penchant, I am going to knit a vintage turban. The pattern is from Ravelry of course, and I am excited to see how well some of the others have turned out. Let’s see how well I can translate 1950s knitting language into the kind of knitting gibberish I speak.

The second project is one I’ve had in the back of my mind for a while. When my friend’s beloved grandmother passed away, my friend gave me all her grandmother’s wool because she knew that I loved to knit. From the immense stash I picked out these balls of wool.

They are going to become an Ice Cream Blanket. The colours of them side by side reminded me of displays of ice cream in those long, rectangular metal buckets.

Mint, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla; yum! I am hungry already. I thought I’d keep this as a fairly mindless knit because of the potential confuzzlement that might be wrought by the turban. I’m using this Super Easy Baby Blanket from Purl Bee as a rough guide. My motto here; when in doubt, garter stitch.

I should suggest that my friend start making babies so I can keep the wool in the family.

To Eat, Perchance To Knit

While glancing through my mother’s magazines recently, I came across this beauty on the cover of Australian Gourmet Traveller.

The recipe is on the website, and sure at first glance (glance? More like first rapturous gaze), all you really see is the dark denseness of that chocolate tart. Denseness in a man: very bad unless he’s very handsome; denseness in a chocolate tart: the realm of true holiness.

But then look at the colour of those glorious quinces! After wiping the drool off my chin, I thought how fantastic it would be to knit something in that delicious quince-y colour. I’m sure there is wool out there somewhere with that colour.

Then I unearthed a heap of other things in different colours I’d love to knit with. I’m sure bees experience similar feelings when faced with riotously coloured flowers.

Got to love the orange penguins! The simple design and that bright orange colour. Marketing genius! Well clearly I fall for it anyway....

This Kookaburra was hunting for worms when he spied me admiring his feathers. I love his stripy tail of course, but that beautiful colour change in his body is beautiful too- powder blue and chocolate brown!

Pink would not be my first choice for wool, but this pink has balls. This pink is not to be messed with.

Aaah, marigolds. Divine!