Sunday, February 7, 2016

Where I'm Not Wearing Pyjamas

"After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Sometimes, I reach the weekends thinking about this blog and I wonder, "Well... have I got anything interesting to talk about?" I always feel a bit sheepish (heh, get it?) when I don't have anything wool-related to talk about, or when I have a week when I haven't made anything or done anything particularly artistic or creative. I suppose the truth is that I make and create things every day... but perhaps not all that blog-worthy.

So I said to myself, "Should I talk about the cute egg coddler I found in a vintage shop last weekend?"



Or the awesome stalks of brussel sprouts I got at the farmer's market yesterday? And my new-found love of brussel sprouts after having plate after plate of amazing grilled ones in San Francisco? Man, those people know how to make an unpopular vegetable sexy:


But here we are: Sunday night of a long weekend (it's Family Day tomorrow in British Columbia), and I'm not blogging about ceramic egg gadgets nor little cabbages. I'm always glad to see the weekend, blog-worthy topics or not. And it's my favourite kind of weekend, where I had absolutely no plans: nowhere to be, nothing to do, apart from the usual chores: grocery shopping, laundry, whatever. I have a secret goal of having a weekend where stay in my pyjamas for the entire time... except maybe to bathe. I sigh just thinking about it.

Luckily for you, I actually have a finished project to share, and I actually did put on real pants to share it. Well... sort of. I put on leggings, which are kind of like pyjamas, except they are deemed acceptable for public appearances. Mostly.

I love the look of this bubble wrap stitch, even if it did start to bore me about halfway through. It's like a bobble stitch, except there are no knobbly, gathered, knotted wads of yarn that are charming in small doses, but tend to give you flashbacks of 70's orange shag carpet in large quantities. This stitch, in contrast, is smooth under the fingers, but interesting enough in texture to make you want to keep stroking it, especially in this alpaca blend. Call it a sophisticated bobble... if you are so inclined to talk to your yarn... which I am...

And the shock of discovering that the third ball was a different dyelot (or perhaps even a different colourway, given how different they are) actually turned out to be completely lovely once the whole thing was finished. Yeah... loving the grey on grey action here:


And when doubled, totally cool. It's like I planned it:



I'm looking forward to wearing it to work, where the office temperature is grounds for warfare (decidedly Baltic in the morning, near-Sahara by the afternoon). It's the perfect place to wear sophisticated bobbles or any other warm neck-thing. And if I could get away with it, I'd wear pyjamas, too.

A girl can dream, right?

3 comments:

  1. Brussels sprouts FTW! (Roasted sprouts take very nicely to a splash of balsamic, if you haven't tried that combo yet...)

    Your scarf looks great! Unplanned tonal shifts within a project can turn out to be very happy surprises (I had a similar happy accident involving different dyelots--http://www.ravelry.com/projects/FirstThingsFirst/petrie).

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    1. I had one batch of sprouts tonight. I fried some cut up prosciutto ends and then blanched the sprouts and dropped them into the pan and put the whole lot into the oven. So good!

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  2. Stuff like that makes me really wish there existed a vegetarian substitute for prosciutto...

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