And if you're not tired, have no fear--it'll be pretty much all baby knitting all the time from here on out.
This is the highly troublesome Stomp, named such because I only managed to prevent myself from doing just that on it by thinking that I really did like the yarn, at least:

Which isn't to say that what it wanted to do instead wasn't really quite nice:


On Mary. Because I still have not forgiven it. Anyway, it looks nice on her.

I was originally going to post this pattern--because my hatred for the thing notwithstanding, I do think it is quite nice--but in looking over them, my notes are far to scribbly and probably not even accurate really, considering how many times I had to rip back and try again and still not achieve what I was going for. And I'm so not going to knit the thing again.
I could probably cobble together a vague recipe if anybody's really interested--send me a note.
And for anybody scratching their heads over the very grownupness of these shots as compared to most of the photos that appear on this blog--I didn't take them, and neither did Dave. Mary's girlfriend Sara Fuller actually knows what she is doing and does this kind of thing for money and stuff, and I begged them to take these for me (Mary's obviously not very happy about this arrangement, but she's holding up her end of the bargain nonetheless).
1 comment:
Appreciation: 1) first picture, which is gorgeous and made me wonder why you weren't doing a photo blog. Go Sara Fuller! 2) your description of the linen stitch. Really made a foreign concept come alive for me.
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