I don't typically wear trendy clothes. But I do believe this little bolero is quite "in." Of course, it was Mr Puffy who gifted it to me, and we all know how style conscious he is.
Steve also really likes this bolero. He thinks it's the nicest thing I've ever knit. Let me stay with that for a moment. The nicest thing I've ever knit. Hum. This is not a man you send out to select china, if you get what I'm alluding too.
While that makes me smile, and I do not agree, I do feel fortunate to have such supportive men in my life. Really, in their eyes, everything I knit is the nicest thing I've ever knit. What's not to like about that.
And, it is a cute little bolero. I love the varying shades of blue with the black accents. As Jane in my knitting group observed, it looks like there are little bats flying about in the fabric which gives it a mysterious complexity. Maybe I'll take on an air of mystery when I'm wearing it!
It's also very soft and fluffy and for that reason alone I know I will wear it a lot this Fall. I can see it paired with a black turtle neck sweater on a cooler day.
I would describe this as an easy knit but for the weird shaping instructions for the front. I'm not at all sure that I did it correctly. The front shaping is accomplished with short rows and due to the difference in American versus European pattern writing conventions, it had me rather confused. At least, I hope that is the reason why I was confused.
It's hard to tell, but the clasp was supposed to be at the bottom of the bolero. However, that looked very strange with the weird shaping I had going on. So, I simply pinned it up more toward the top and I think it looks much better this way.
Specs: Phildar; Autumn 06/07; TenDANCes 32; # 456-T6-233; Horizons (colorway: Nocturne; 5 skeins); US 6 needles; downsized to XS. Be warned, it is an acrylic (91% acrylic) and has an unnatural feel to it.
I thought this was an unusual picture. No, it's not taken in some exotic place. It's actually taken across the canyon looking back just below our house. If you strain really hard you can see a pack of coyotes lounging about. While coyotes are prevalent in Topanga it's unusual to see them lying about like this.
Until you've heard a pack of coyotes celebrating a kill in the night, you don't know the meaning of blood curdling. I'm quite sure the druids never engaged in sacrifices that parallel the rituals engaged in by coyotes. I can't tell you what they are doing exactly; but it's done in a large group, seems to take a long time, and there is a tinge of the macabre involved.
Mr Puffy in particular is very troubled by these noises. He's so sensitive. What can we do. We lock the doors and pull the covers over our heads. Living up here is not for everyone.
