Wollmeise. It’s a disease.

It has been a couple of weeks since I’ve checked in with you. The main reason is, I was pushing through on knitting Folded. I was persistent and stubborn to get it done, and I didn’t cast on a single thing until it was done. I’m so stubborn, but Folded tested me; it really was a hard slog. At times I thought it would never be finished, ever. If I even considered casting on something else, I just knew it would be doomed. I also tried to avoid Internet time-suckage activities as well… but this worked to a lesser extent.

I’m happy with how it has turned out, despite needing to alter the pattern for the girth of my arms, I also heightened the neckline. This is a jumper that doesn’t need to be worn with anything underneath, so I wanted my bra straps to get covered with minimal fuss. Thank you to my obliging husband for the photographs; it really is a test for him to photograph someone so unphotogenic! Do not argue with this, until you’ve seen the hundred photographs that didn’t make the cut, you know I’m not kidding.

In addition to finishing Folded in wollmeise (I was sewing in ends on Monday night) I’ve also been waiting for my new Wollmeise for an extremely long time, 5 weeks people! Waiting can just make me sad sometimes. It finally arrived early this week and I’ve only just picked it up today. It seemed there was some holdup with this update judging by the comments on rav, with later updates arriving weeks earlier… the circle of Wollmeise, I’m right back where I started…

The new wollmeise is described as dark grey, almost black. I can tell you I have black clothes that are greyer than these three skeins, they look black to me! Regardless, they will make something yummy, maybe a few months down the track, after I’ve knitted a few things in 8ply or heavier…

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4 thoughts on “Wollmeise. It’s a disease.

  1. Ooooh, beautiful! It’s absolutely gorgeous!

    And while you look lovely in your photos, I feel you re: taking photos. I need to take about 800 before I find one in which I’m not pulling a daft Popeye-esque face or looking like I have spontaneously sprouted four extra chins. Whenever anyone takes out a camera in my presence the universe conspires to make me look dreadful.

    1. Yep… I can relate to the ‘daft Popeye-esque face’. Worse still, after the photoshoot my husband portrayed me as the hunchback of Notre Dame as he ‘waddled’ back into the house… I had to laugh 😉 I guess I’m not cut out to be a model!

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