You could sing this to the tune of 'I'm in love with Vienna'..." with a heart that wants to sing - sing, about my fair isle, sing about her charms, and sing about her drape, sing about her shades and sing about her shape..."
She is called Frangipani, because the way the large pattern has come out reminds me of that flower - I know, the flower has five petals but this is representational art, not naturalistic. I tried the pattern with the colours used in different sequences and they all looked awful. One version looked like a large pair of spectacles.
The feel and drape is pretty much perfect. Here you can see the left front, which is nearly finished. I knitted it in one piece to the armholes, but there will still be a lot of ends to run in when I am finally finished, because most of the colour changes happen after an odd number of rows, so you can't easily carry the colours up the side. I decided not to steek because the wool is tightly twisted and crepe-y, so it wouldn't mat and felt a bit the way I think that steeks should. I still have a lot of work to do, but I am enjoying it so much I don't really care. I've always been more of a product knitter than a process knitter, but for the first time in a long while I am really enjoying the process and not especially straining for the end.
And here Sandra shows off her Clapotis! She used two strands of Marta's yarns laceweight in two slightly different shades, worked on 5mm needles. The slightly heathery effect is very yummy and it is so soft and drapey I am really envious. She said she really enjoyed knitting it, so I suggested she might like to pull mine out and reknit it on bigger needles. She said she hadn't enjoyed it that much. She will be travelling quite a bit for work this year (at the moment the plan is Singapore, Taiwan and Turkey) and she thinks this will be snuggly and soft around her shoulders on long flights.
I think you are all overdue for a gratuitous cat photo. Riley has been having a few problems with arthritis lately (he is 15 after all), and he hasn't been grooming. This means I have been attacking him with a rubber device called a zoom groom daily to remove his thick undercoat. I have removed anough to spin for small child's hat, I would think. (No, I'm not going to spin it. I have thrown it away. Eeewww!) He also hasn't been able to curl up to sleep. However, after four injections of Cartrophen (at $25 each plus consultation fee) he is looking more comfortable. When he was a kitten he loved to play in cardboard boxes, and he obviously feeling more kittenish this week. He prefers to squeeze his 9 kilos into a small cardboard box rather than sleep on his soft catbed with mohair throw. He is also on a high-fibre diet and he is less than impressed with the withdrawal of his previous brand of biscuit. It's a tough life.
I have some Canberra photos that we took before the battery died which I will put up in an album later this week. In the meantime here are Leigh, a fibre friend, and Sandra enjoying fibre time together, and the device which loomed large in Leigh's living room. Turns out that Sandra has one of these (it's a table loom if you didn't know) lurking under her bed. Who knew that this is what the wooden object I'd noticed could turn into when it was unfolded?
I find the idea of weaving fascinating - much more interesting than spinning. I'd thought about doing a weaving course, but didn't realise there was a loom in my life to practice on. So I have enrolled for a short course in tapestry weaving in a few weeks - it is a way of weaving pictures and paterns that isn't done on a loom like this one but rather on a vertical loom. Sandra will be coming along some of the sessions too. So I have discovered another fibre obsession to indulge in. And then there's the PhD I'm reading for. I need to retire from work.