I used Mirasol's Wach'i which is a cotton yarn. I really liked the way it worked up and its particularly nice for Texas. I have actually worn this out in public a few times which is really good because I was afraid that I wouldn't after it was done. I like the look of sweaters, I just very rarely like me in them. I feel like I look the sausage stuffed in casing. You never fell pretty when that image is running around in your head.
I entered the beaded shawl of doom in the Texas State Fair this year and took home an honorable mention. I normally enter food in the fair and discovered that entering handmade items makes me much more nervous. I have lost so, so much more than I have ever won that I would think I'd get to the point where I'd be all blase about it but apparently not.
I also discovered Ella Rae's Lace Merino this summer which I love so beyond the telling of it. I want it all and I want to roll in it. I have done three projects in it so far and am thinking I might be able to use it in a fourth sometime soon.
Here we have the socks I made for the fair (didn't win) done in Cachoeira with Girl's Night Out:
This is the scarf I made for T with Playground using the Stained Glass Lace Scarf. Is it surprising that architects are drawn to patterns based on building elements....nope, not at all
And finally I'm working on these amazingly cool socks for my mom for Christmas. The pattern is Mirror Mirror by Janel Laidman. I never do colorwork. I've got a partially done pair of socks stuck in the bin that I started probably 5 years ago and until this last month that was the extent of the colorwork I'd done. I've now started these and made a Tam using Jared Flood's Beaumont that I gave to Dani. I recognize that its not the technique I have a problem with so much as I tend to think of the patterns as Ski Chalet Chic. These are definitely not that.
I really need to stop starting new projects until I finish up some of the ones I've got on my needles. At least those that I plan on giving as gifts. I really don't want a repeat of the year I was up till 2 pulling out waste canvas from the cross-stitched sweatshirt I'd made my aunt. Which was then made worse buy having to wrap everything after that. I've never learned the trick of warping time and architecture school would have taught me that if it could be done.