Zombie Dance Ln

Mmmm

Boots!

Manos del Uruguay

I really need to knit this into a jumper one day.

Noses

Want

Right, my wanting stuff has got well out of hand, so I am going to try writing it down here to get it out of my system.

Earrings:
"Wound up" by Depths of the Never Never.

"Mod bird charm".

"Seedpod earrings" by Bonny Lad

Necklace:
"Wound up"

Mugs:
"Finnish tableware"

Stuff:
"Map purse" by Map 29

"Handbag" (the second one) by Nearly Roadkill.

Knitting:
"Tosh Vintage" by Madeline Tosh in Moorland, Seaglass or Glazed Pecan to make "tea leaves cardigan".

I would buy Tuch/Shawl Tulipa in a heartbeat, but it doesn't seem to be for sale as an individual pattern yet (ever?), so I am thinking about Stola/Stole Cascade.

"Classy" by Dream in Colour in Happy Forest and Chinatown Apple and Tea Party.

Okay, now back to the stash-busting baby blanket. Knitting stash is going to do far more for my stress levels than buying more yarn.

Pavonis

Every time I put this knit down, I forgot what was going on and took forever to pick it up again. I found the pattern counter intuitive and it didn't have the pleasing counting-symmetry that I find so soothing in most lace.



















But, as a friend pointed out, the spine blends in beautifully with the rest of the pattern, and the end result is rather lovely to behold.















So, now I have myself a cashmere shawl to wear. Maybe one day it will be cool enough in Melbourne to put on, but not today. Today will be 31 degrees. In late March.


It is time to move somewhere colder.

Blocked Double Happiness Prototype #2

We found this yarn in the perfect colour on Granville Island. Morag had her swatches with her for her dress and it is pretty close to perfect.















I have wanted to knit Icarus for a long time, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. I had plenty of yarn, but left out a pattern repeat because Morag wanted a goldilocks shawl (just right) and I have seen some pretty big icaruses.















I have one more prototype in mind.

Thoughtcrime, Thornbury

Jester

Court Jester changed its graffiti.

Brunswick X

Angels and Fireflies

I finally found a project for my long-horded Sweet Georgia yarn stash. I held it double with some Naturally.















It is for the kid of a friend I went to school with. I see him quite a bit and it still freaks me out everytime he spews on me that she made this kid.














He replaced the dog.

Festival

I love walking home each night at the end of the music and it is quiet and there is no one around.















I have been walking home in the dark from the festival for more than 20 years, now.














John McCutcheon was one of the first artists I saw and he secured a place in my folk festival heart when he played Christmas in the Trenches, and he has made me cry at least once every concert I have seen of his, since. This year with Sara Tucholsky and (again) with Пусть всегда будет солнце. I swear he paused to let me take the photo and smiled at me after.














Narasirato Pan Pipers. Panpipes, who'd have thought.














I am also pretty enamoured with the crayola song. And the Angel song. And Jenny Jenkins (except sung by the Whitetop Mountaineers).

Folk

I have clocked 21 hours of music this weekend. On Friday I was pretty sure that if I'd died then, I'd have died happy, but that was just because I hadn't had tonight, yet. I saw the Narasriato Pan Pipers and danced until I couldn't draw breath. With John McCutcheon I laughed until I had to hold on to my knees and sang so I thought my heart would burst, then I came home via Genticorum where I jigged and reeled until I couldn't stand up. I am tired, hungry and dehydrated, and so damn happy.