It's beginning to feel like fall here. The warmly tarnished light and cool breezes touch off something in me. The circadian rhythm, perhaps? A knowledge of the changing seasons hearkening back to centuries past when this touching off of preparedness meant survival.
So, that's my long-winded explanation for the knitting phase I'm currently enjoying. I finished this Norwegian Sweet Baby Cap lickety-split and the pattern turns out the cutest little heart warmer!
I'm currently knitting away on a blanket with the scrumptious Debbie Bliss baby Cashmerino. In only a couple minutes of knitting with this yarn, my texture-loving fingers are in heaven. What is it about this yarn? I realize it reminds me of cream----creamy smooth. It becomes lusciously thick upon knitting up and it's pure bliss to feel.
So, while the zhuccinis continue to become behemoths overnight in my garden and a few leaves drop here and there, I sneak away to knit with my creamy yarn and dream of the coming fall.
