I’ve cast on something new. My poor second sock and Fisherman’s Sweater sigh collectively in their relegation to the bench. Sorry guys – I got distracted by a couple of balls of yarn in my stash, and I gave in to the ADD.
Speaking of. I can’t focus on telling you about my new project until I post a few pics that have recently grabbed my (fleeting, fickle) attention in the way of inspiring future knitting or sewing ventures.
The other day I was driving along and saw a billboard with a super-cute cowlneck sweater – didn’t get a great look, but long enough of one that I saw it was a Gap ad. Here’s what I saw, revealed again to me in more detail later online:
Completely cute. I’m such a sucker for cowls, I really really am. I want everything to be available in a cowlneck. So cozy, and so cool-looking. This one is cotton knit, available in the color shown (“terrain”), charcoal, and heather gray.
“Cool-looking” is a bit vague (as well as juvenile, but there you go) – let me be more specific. It looks sophisticated, to my eye; the way the fabric gracefully swirls into an artful arrangment, tossing light around, managing to look classy without trying too hard. This Gap version is especially casual-looking with the i-cords and the short sleeves, paired with a striped long-sleeved tee.

I discovered the Zephyr gals while stalking visiting Wendy’s site. One look and I knew these two were my kind of chicas. They are the starter-uppers of Zephyr Style, a site through which they offer great original knitting designs (I liked Green Gable, which I’d initially seen on Wendy’s blog).
The Zephyr Style blog is located here, just in case, like me, you’d like to lurk for a long, long time get to know them.
The gauge was spot-on with the two fibers held together, and pretty darn close with just the white (standard baby-weight acrylic left over from a previous project – the label is long gone). I decided it would be funky to alternate fairly randomly between white, blue, and both colors combined. The gauge with the skinny blue-sparkles fiber alone (a.k.a. Coquette) was a little peek-a-boo on my size US 6 needles, but a couple rows here and there seemed to give it a fun texture. Why not?
I’d better blog off – time flies. Especially when you spend a good chunk of your evening drooling all over the Anthropologie website (releasing pent-up desire after a brief and fortunately inexpensive trip there with Sissy B while we were together recently).
During that trip to Anthropologie, we got two of these mugs (on clearance, of course; my aforementioned pocketbook can’t handle that store on a regular basis, either). The idea was that we could each have a cup, one half of the twin set, from which to sip our tea and think happy thoughts about our visit – later, when we’re miles apart.
Then Maizy, who upon fervent request and subsquent cautioning took on the task of carrying the bag with my cup in it, took a bit of a spill as we were walking to the car, bless her heart. She’d been multi-tasking: bag in one hand, my wallet in the other, and my phone – in the locked and off position – anchored in the crook of her neck as she carried on a very serious one-sided conversation with an imaginary version of a family friend.
Poor thing. We had boo-boo scrapes on each hand. Cup…was kind enough to break her fall. Not so much in one piece anymore, darn it.
Awwwww. No biggie, I said. Sissy B was sad. Really, it’s OK, I said. Small potatoes! Sissy B later went back to the store, unbeknownst to me. She returned with another bag containing another cup, all wrapped up in one piece.
“Some things just have to be remedied, sis.”
(warm smile, then muffled sniffle)
Love you, sis.