“TRUE! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily –how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the yarn entered my stash; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Finished object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the patterns.”
Ok I’m being overdramatic as usual, but I do hear the tank! It’s in the basket and I can hear it calling me, tempting me. I’ve ignored it since the betrayal (otherwise known as my knitting mistake), not knowing when I will go back. Soon I say, but instead I start new things that will take up my time, otherwise reserved for the tank. I stuffed all the pieces in the bottom of the basket, underneath needles and yarn to muffle the sound. But I know it’s there, I’m the only one that hears it’s thumping, and I must get back to it.
What have I been doing instead? Oh, dear reader, let me share with you my denial:
This is the first half of the “good bias” shrug waiting patiently for its mate on a stitch holder. It’s been fun knitting this up (so fun I took it to the shore with me), but I have also noticed how impatient I am with lace.
I started the tulle purse (instead of finishing the shrug you see) that’s inspired by the one from Simple Knits With a Twist. I’ve found that I really enjoy knitting with unusual yarns (not novelty!). I’m already thinking up other projects with this yarn if I have enough leftover. Here’s a closeup of the yarn:
Yep, that’s tulle. It’s not some yarn called “tulle” but made up of something else. It’s black tulle with some sort of white rayon in the middle.