The budget wagon that is. Curse you Kim Hargreaves. Curse you and your beautiful oh so knittable designs and your expensive Dark House Collection book (expensive seeing as exchange rates are nearly double).
I am sick, folks. Ill, poorly, sick as a dog, however you prefer to say it. And in the most undignified way possible – the sort of sick where your nose is red and irritated from blows on less than quality tissues, you break out, you look horrific, and your voice goes from Shirley Temple to Lauren Bacall thanks to the accumulation of a rainbow of mucous.
So sick am I, that in a fit of self pity (and in spite of the fact that my sweet precious automobile demands a hefty chunk of money to have its precious brakes and rotors replaced and repaired) I purchased the Dark House Collection book and look forward to finding it confusing and struggling through it. As my work sweater, a faithful but flimsy commercial waffleknit cardi-wrap, is in the last stages of super rattiness after two years of service, I anticipate knitting this delicious little number right away. I dislike the Rowan Felted tweed though, so yarn substitution may be in order (methinks Knitpicks will have something for me!) and may add length to the sleeves as I like em long.
This could be interesting.
