Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo
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Not very many things in this world that can tear me away from a pair of needles and pretty string. But two little princesses and a heavy dose of Pixie Dust? That'll do the trick.
Not very many things in this world that can tear me away from a pair of needles and pretty string. But two little princesses and a heavy dose of Pixie Dust? That'll do the trick.
Weather’s turning. Chilly nights. Leaves changing colors and falling all over the lawn. Grab a sweater as I head out the door. Wait, a sweater? Time to get those needles humming and knit one. Or two. Or three. Or . . .
Ah, Scotland! Lavender fields, rocky coastal cliffs, rich history, bagpipes, scrappy white terriers, unintelligible Gaelic, haggis, peaty scotch, a pub on every corner, and of course, sheep. Which means wool. Deliciously crunchy, colorful Shetland wool. The annual week-long celebration of that lovely Shetland commodity is well underway. How I wish I were there.
Gave it my best shot. But I’m throwing in the towel and thinking about repurposing my colorful skeins of yarn. Nope, Brioche is not my cup of tea.
A new Mystery Knit-Along – Andrea Mowry’s ‘What the Fade.’ Woohoo! But whoa, wait a minute. What does the designer mean ‘ do not (at the end of the row) turn, slide stitches back to beginning of row.’? Attach a new ball of yarn and knit across the stitches again?! Oh no, its Brioche!