As I was camping this weekend, I got my first hit of the impending fall.
It was a bit cold, it rained a fair bit on Saturday, and all I could think was, “some knits would have been nice,” followed by, “oh dear lord, all of my knit accessories are in a box somewhere.”
And I died inside.
Yup, all my hats, mitts, cowls and scarves, and the majority of my sweaters are all in boxes stored away at my mother-in-laws.
What is a knitter to do? Well, my husband would say, we’ll just go through the boxes and find them all. I say I need to knit a whole new set.
REALLY, I already have 3/4 of a cowl done, I’ve now got some amazing Scottish yarn my parental so brought back for me from their trip that is dying to become mittens. I just need yarn for a hat. Oh dear. I guess I’ll have to go shopping…
I’m not an uber-heat person: I don’t like when it’s sticky hot outside, I’m not terribly crazy about wearing shorts or perspiring, and I burn really easily. So when September comes around, I get a wee bit giddy inside because it just means that I can bring out the wool again.
Which is fantastic because right now I’m knitting Særós as a sample for my cousin’s shop. And being able to actually take it outside to work on and not dying of heat was heavenly.
This pattern has been a great break for me since I seem to have become obsessed with fingering weight projects lately (probably because of the heat) so working with worsted makes it seem like I can knit like the wind!