So the first (actually second) swatch did not make gauge. Three stitches to the inch instead of four
O Spite! O Hell!
But I did not let that deter me, and I changed needles and knit up another swatch. I'm waiting for that one to dry so I can see if I've got gauge or not.
Today is Boston Pride. Last night, before I arrived at knit night, some people were, apparently, talking about me. They wondered if I had lots of kinky leather fetish gear in my closet.
I can answer that I do not have any kinky leather fetish gear.
My fetish isn't leather.
My fetish isn't rubber.
My fetish isn't even feather boas and shoes with cha-cha heels.
My fetish is. . . .
Yarn.
Hand dyed merino. Kettle dyed Peruvian wool. Undyed alpaca. Merino-silk blends. I am awash in a world of natural fibre yarns. My room is stacked with bins and bins and bins stuffed full of yarn.
Most of it's blue, because, you know, that's my favourite colour.
Who has time for kinky fetish gear when you can fill your life with knitty fetish yarns?
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