There are some good patterns this month. Two patterns, though, in particular, stand out.
This one, called Jeanie, is, wow, just gorgeous. I hope to someday again possess the patience to do something like this (it doesn't look all that hard, it's just large and on small needles). And the model is just stunning, isn't she? Which, considering that these are amateur patterns with amateur photos usually of family and friends...anyway, the truly fabulous thing about this pattern is the yarn it's made from.
Dudes! Dream in Color is the hand-dyed yarn company I used to work for! They were (and still are, for the moment) a cottage business out of the shop where I worked last year. I was their entire shipping department for a while.
Also, though, I cannot believe they changed the name of their yarns to Classy, Smooshy, and Fatty. When I left the sock yarn was Gaia and the worsted was...I don't know, some other goddess, and the chunky was still in development. Smooshy sock yarn? And um, maybe that rule about how chunky girls shouldn't knit wearables out of chunky yarn is actually useful here, because I cannot bring myself to make a garment out of something called Fatty.
But, then, there's also this pattern, very unfortunately named Cables 'n' Bits:
Please. Maggie and I implore you. Never put a shrug on your dog. Ever.
In other news (lest this start resembling an actual knitting blog), I was on call again, last night, of course. It was a long. damn. night. I think I singlehandedly came close to doubling the census on the male crisis unit, or so I'm told. And I got three voluntary admissions, which almost never happens, least of all three times in one night. One of them was very, very drunk, and frankly, she was sort of funny. And then decided she didn't want to stay when I told her she couldn't smoke at State Hospital, but, I persuaded her to sit tight. I also picked up yet another (eye roll) borderline who "tried to kill herself" (for those of you who don't know what a borderline is, be grateful). And I think it's entirely possible that I got 15 minutes of sleep in there somewhere, although it's possible I just blacked out between 3:45 and 4am. I could not testify to the sleep in court.
Which is where I'm going tomorrow, by the way. Not to crazy people court, but to traffic court. Because I got my first NC speeding ticket about six weeks ago. I officially live here now.
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Clearly, that dog has been beaten. You can just tell. I think we need to stage some kind of rescue effort. Let me know--I'll be there.
I do sort of hate/adore you people who can knit things other than socks and straight things. And who probably also knit quickly so that the sum total of your holiday F-word-ing (sorry, I typed the real word but then couldn't bring myself to post it) pair of men's socks.
Sleep, friend, sleep.
You, too, can knit non-straight things (which, makes my knitting sound a little gay there. Well, I support its preferences, whatever they are). Especially a felted bag. And really, though, if you can knit socks, you can knit anything. You've got the "going around in a circle" piece figured out, and that's the hardest part.
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