Okay, I’m sorry Black Coffee tunic. It was out of line for me to gripe so noisily about the length of your collar. I believed I described it as a load of codswollop-sprinkled bullshit that I should have to knit for nine inches. And I was right, but my anger was misdirected. Next time I [...]
Tagged Black CoffeeBlack Coffee Tunic: the fans want to know. What happened to it? Where is it? Are the rumours about it and Anthony Bourdain true? The truth is much less exciting than the tabloids would have us believe, but ultimately more satisfying. Black Coffee Tunic is very very close to being done, as in finished, as [...]
Tagged Black CoffeeToday, a gift. Of the most random kind. My Dadini’s Mum was a craftsperson par excellence. Everything she turned her hand to, she turned it well. When she died in 2004, Dadini and I were among the Clean Out The Craft Room Committee. Butter my butt and call me a biscuit, it was astonishing. We [...]
Tagged etc.Time for an update on the Black Coffee tunic, why not? Not much to say, really: I keep on knitting, it keeps on getting longer, eventually I’ll finish and the sound of needles clicking will be stilled. This is such a straightforward knit that I’m a little embarrassed to even blog about it — well, [...]
Tagged Black CoffeeBlack coffee continues apace! Seems to be knitting itself. I tried searching for ways in which it is like actual coffee, for the purposes of contorting a simple, pleasant pattern nickname into a lengthy metaphor that groaningly weighs this post down into the depths of pundom. Then I stopped. Thank me in the comments. Like [...]
Tagged Black CoffeeI can’t wait to see how many title puns I can make with this project. I’m knitting Black Coffee with dedication and commitment. I had the camera out anyway and it was a beautiful day for photographing black cables. There’s not heaps to report: it’s a good pattern, but there’s not a lot of variety. [...]
Tagged Black CoffeeProgress on Black Coffee bumped into two roadblocks today, one minute, the other gargantuan. The first: lack of yarn. The second: my need to weigh pros and cons for an hour before spending money on yarn. Charging along merrily, congratulating myself on not fucking up the cast-on/join-do-not-twist stage, and then admiring some of the nicest [...]
Tagged Black Coffee, Yarn makes it all better, yarn teaches hard lessonsIt’s beautiful. To recap: Got 10 balls of red cotton for an Xmas present: the balls turned out to have 48,000,000 metres of yarn each, so I made two tanks and an Everlasting Bagstopper. The bagstopper rocks on; the two tanks shrank in such a way that they no longer fitted. BOO. I wore them [...]
Tagged awesome, FO Report, recycled redLet’s talk knitterising. I just finished Recycled Red, a project that absorbed my mind, fingers and lap for nearly 12 weeks (not counting the time spent dithering before I cast on). An awesome project, and the whole time I was working on it, I planned to make another one as soon as I finished. In [...]
Tagged banging on, Black Coffee, yarnosophyIt took me eight weeks — from the end of October to the end of December — to finish my first trial run of Recycled Red, the dress I’m knitting. Eight weeks of steady progression (one or two minor rip-backs, but nothing to blog home about) to complete a dress roughly two sizes too big. [...]
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