Sassafrass & Coffee

I prefer to knit with bamboo. I am a knitting snob, I am sorry. I just can’t stand the continual “clink-clink” of the metal sticks. So, I spend a ridiculous amount on all these silly bamboo needles.

So here’s what’s happening in the world of my knitting pocket:

I just ordered some stuff from knitpicks.com from their clearance bin and bamboo needles selections. Soft, soft baby alpaca. <3

I am finally almost done with 1 arm warmer of the pair. So soft! But the yarn is a little bulkier than I needed. No worries! I have plenty more where that came from.

Nahual’s Jayne Cobb hat – maybe the 11th one I’ve done in the past few months. People apparently love these things on the internet. Something about Firefly, some TV series I never got into. (I just didn’t like the whole space cowboy thing. I prefer Cowboy Bebop for that.) I knit them in a matter of 2 or 3 days and send them out to my internet buddies from my forum – for free. It’s a time-consuming task, but I hope they at least enjoy their hats in the colder weather.

This is all that remains of my fisherman knit stash. I had just completed a cable scarf for my sister and I’ve been asked to make another for a friend (you know who you are). I would like to be able to pull off a reverse cable scarf for this person, something like this “palindrome” scarf. I actually love that scarf. I have some of Patton’s SWS around. I could use that!

Here is a tiny amount of spun wool I bought at the local fair this past September. It’s only about 42 yards, but I imagine the colors and the texture would do well in a Noellenoodle’s Gypsy Scarf. I hope to make at least 2 of these for Christmas.

These all are ambitious projects. I can never sit still long enough on one project.

My mother showed me a whole bunch of her old fisherman knit patterns from the 70s. I loved them, and I kind of wanted them since she’s given up knitting for the past 2 decades. She had some great books which were all in French that I would need to study a little harder. I was once fluent in French, as I am first-generation French – sadly, I’ve lost the majority of it all since there is no one to really practice with anymore. I could speak with my mother or father in French exclusively, but when you work with your father and rarely see your mother, it becomes more a task than anything.

And before I leave you, I would like to recommend The Great Lake Swimmers to everyone who is listening with their surrogate ears.  This means YOU, STEVE. (I apologize for referencing MySpace, but it’s really the only place that offers up quick samples of bands.)