Grr. I’ve been a bit slow putting up a post because WordPress (whom I normally love to bits) have suddenly decided to effectively use us as beta-testers for some changes to image editing. These are going down like a mafioso in cement overshoes sinking into the Hudson River, and are being reassessed – apparently – but in the meanwhile my pics are BIG. Or smaller but not consistent.
Think of this as an intermission, the woolly blogging equivalent of an interval in a 1960s cinema. Here comes the usherette, selling ice cream and cigarettes…
Colinette yarns are comparatively close to me, and their sale room is a temptation. It’s a glorious riot of colour, and it’s easy to lose your head. But I always try and hang on to mine, because I have an ambivalent relationship with Colinette. I’ve tussled with their patterns, wrestled with the sudden appearance of knots in a length of yarn, washed my hands obsessively as they became deep blue with indigo (that was the yarn above, Prism). Grr.
But I still weaken, and my friends know this too. So when a couple of them saw some Point 5 in a charity shop (!!!), they grabbed it:
and I made a throw out of it. Love the variability, love the colours.
Of course… once a Goth, always a Goth. Even in the face of Colinette’s sale room, I can be relied upon to find something black. Ish.
but again, love those colours sneaking in. This is their merino double knit, Cadenza. Sooo soft.
I do, however, have an exception when it comes to colour – I would quite happily buy every skein of Giotto that they do. It’s shimmery with rayon, muted with cotton and altogether wonderful and I love it.
Yum. Even when it fades, as this scarf has. Possibly because it’s been worn so much, rather than been kept in the dark, as it obviously should have been. Silly me. But I still love Giotto.
(Er, except in the form of a drape-front cardigan I knitted. Not the yarn’s fault – let’s just say that as a descendant of what my father called ‘the old dark people of the West’, drape fronts are not really my thing. We may have been old, we may have been dark, we may now live or come from the West, but we are also, generally – and I certainly am specifically – short.)
Right, now I must get back to pestering WordPress. If I’d wanted to turn the clock back I’d have gone to –––– hmm. Let’s just say ‘elsewhere’. Where I may end up moving. Noooo…