At work today it was brought to my attention that I have not blogged in a long while. Blame my absence on the hexagon blanket: while it is growing, it is not at an interesting blogging stage. And the other stuff I’m knitting right now are secret for one reason or another. After appeasing my blog-guilt by posting about food last time, I felt like it would be a cop-out to put up another non-knitting related post.
But this afternoon, my brother very kindly gave me something to post about!
Tom and my dad just flew in from here:
and brought my sister and I a little bit of this back home with them:
Mmmmm!
It should be said that although my nom-de-needles is Dutch, I am about as Dutch as the Amish of Pennsylvania. As I told a very annoying political telephone survey-er the other day, the nationality I identify with other than American is Irish. My mother’s family still lives on the west coast, and my dad’s family is from Northern Ireland. Beautiful, traditional yarn can be had for very cheap over there, so I’ve knit quite a few projects with Irish wool already. I don’t know what I’m going to do with this yet, but that heathered green is destined for greatness. I can smell it. It reeks of lanolin.
oh wow. I want to be there and knitting with that!
(Did you see there’s a big sale on Kureyon at WEBS??)
Looks like they brought you back a bit of the scenery!
How goes your Noro Blob? Mine had a little outing last night to knitting circle. And I am pretty certain that my mom snooped in the ZIPPED bag to see her prezzie. Shaping into a rectangle in now becoming an issue
that is an intense landscape. i wish i had that irish yarn in my stash.
Gorgeous yarn, gorgeous landscape–is that the Derry coast?