cozies

Tim and Cindy gave me yarn for Christmas- Cascade 220 - in colors that I rarely use.  Nothing like something outside the typical palate to inspire a girl.  This is the brown side, with some color work in hand-dyed woo I bought becauseI don't use these colors.  I made up the patterns with my graph paper and color pencils.  It makes me think of vines.  In Blues and greys, it would look like waves.

And to my great delight, the hand-dyed yarn shows on the orange side as well, looking even more vine-like.  This was a fun, fast project.

It inspired me  - for the first time ever in a long knitting career - to think about double knitting.  I'm wrassling a practice swatch right now, when I should be knitting short-finger gloves for DH.  Bad Roxie.  No self-discipline.  (She smiles blithely.  Nope.  No discipline what-so-ever when the muses beckon.  La la la!  I'm learning and creating and duty will just have to wait.)

I am so enjoying hearing what people read while growing up.  I'm wondering if what we read shaped our adult selves, or if we were already shaped and reading what best pleased us.  I had older brothers and a literate father, so the boys books were much more readily available.  I had Nancy Drew, too, but compared to The Fantastic Island, and She,  Nancy Drew was mostly milk-toast.  Did anyone else read,The Bobsey Twins?  Slice-o-life from upper middle-class America circa 1930.  Wonder if the library has copies?