This is no longer anything to do with the Little arrowhead shawl, and instead an adventure in its own right.
I was looking at this today and wondering whether Creativity could be measured in the number of rows before you throw the pattern away, although I always thought of myself as an Unventor rather than a creative person.
Today I have also found the perfect knitting spot. And by that I mean absolutely perfect.
It’s a fabulously comfy club chair in a coffee shop in South Manchester. There is a glass wall behind it and another one to the left, which means the light is brilliant even on a rainy day, and there are obviously coffee and cakes aplenty. I will be taking my knitting to the furniture shop soon in order to test their chairs and find one exactly like that, as I have been wanting club chairs for a while now.
You can’t have everything though, so after my lovely knitting break in the coffee shop I ventured for the first time into one of the few yarn stores that are local to me.
What a disappointment!
The owner was sulky, unhelpful and not even knowledgeable. I turned on the charm, which is easy when you are talking about something you enjoy, and they were having none of it.
I used to work in a shop and you learn very quickly that -apart from a minority of customers who were born miserable- a smile on your side of the counter always gets a smile back from the customer, but this person had yet to discover that.
From now on I will not feel guilty about shopping in the big Department Store, or begrudge shipping charges on eBay, as this woman will never get any business from me.
If she was the last Yarn Store left on the face of the Earth I will give up knitting for birdwatching and spelunking. And I am a claustrophobic who hates birdwatching.
I actually have an FO to show off, although it needs blocking before I can take a picture.
I have also started a sampler (read: Making Up As I Go Along) lace shawl, somewhat inspired by the Thordisarhyrna.
At first I tried to make a Little Arrowhead Shawl and then feeling really bad about frogging that gorgeous Sublime Cashmere Merino Silk DK I was using(*).
So I decided to first try out the pattern using some acrylic/superwash leftovers I had lying around, and then decided -in typical fashion- to stop using the pattern and start making up my own faux-Icelandic one.
(*) Christmas present from the in-laws. I couldn’t possibly buy it myself unless it was reduced to less than half price. And *that* will never happen.