It’s been a long haul, but the Kalamazoo Civic Theatre production of The Women, by Carol Boothe Luce is finally over. It’s amazing how strenuous it was on everyone, particularly considering how little stage time most of us actually had. In a cast with 40 women, it’s amazing that we all fit into two-and-a-half hours.
Of course, today I worked it off with a little bit of indulgent knitting. Don’t judge me…but I started the Wing of the Moth shawl.
I am using Rowan Kidsilk Haze in color 578. I photographed it on my skirt for contrast, but now I am quite motivated to wear them together.
And speaking of wearing things, here is the Venezia Pullover in use:
Please excuse my obvious exhaustion in the photo. Also, my stomach usually doesn’t show when I wear it. We went to Saffron for dinner on Friday as a belated birthday “event” for me, which is what you see in the background.
The pattern can be found in the Winter 2006 issue of Interweave Knits. I am too lazy to look up the measurement, but I made the smallest size. I ended up not needing all the skeins for three different colours. For the body colors I assume that I did not need them because my gauge was slightly smaller than what is called for, but I think the quantity for the edging color was overestimated. It called for three, and I scarcely needed two. She used such good colors in the original pattern that I could not bring myself to mess with them.
Here is a closeup of the spiral pattern on my sock cuffs:
It’s a little difficult to see in the photo because of the pooling, but it’s actually very satisfying.
The weather was fantastic yesterday, so I spend a lot of it lying out on the quad with the beautiful Nikki.
I have a lovely right-side sunburn to prove it, too. We won’t talk about the fact that sunburn is all I really accomplished, and the world will (hopefully) stay bright and sunny.
Alright, so I am stalling. Severely. I know that I promised 30s pictures a few weeks ago, but it’s really rather embarrassing to actually post them. I’m going to do it anyway, but I strictly forbid anyone to like to them or use them for absolutely anything. Family, THIS. MEANS. YOU. Got it?
Alright. I trust you.
Isn’t that wig just god awful? This is my saleswoman outfit. My bow was tied every night by the beautiful Donna.
Evening wear. Please meet my fur, his name is “Frederick”. Despite my fiber obsession, I have never liked to touch fur. My problem has never been specifically related to the theory of fur, but in my memory it has always given me a headache. It’s not the smell, it’s (mostly) not that it’s something’s skin, it’s the texture. I’ll wear the fur over having my nails filed though…
A clearer image of the dress. I like the detailing in the middle, although it’s still not that visible here.
Alright, I did it. Remember, these images go nowhere.