Mossy Cottage Knits

Bet You'll Be Salivating in 3...2...1...

You know how sometimes knitters run out of yarn for a project but they come by the “running out of” honestly because they’re using, say, an angora, cashmere, vicuña, qiviut blend in a one-time-only colorway, a yarn which can be found nowhere but in one tiny village perched precariously on a cliffside in the Andes and which disappears into the mist when you trek away and is never seen again? And how they’re searching desperately for more of that yarn in a specific dye lot on Ravelry and the fate of a spectacular project-of-a-lifetime hangs in the balance and a huge, long Ravelry thread starts up about this quest and lots and lots of people get swept up in it?

Yeah, my knitterly life’s not like that.

Sure, the near-future holds for me a hunt for some yarn of a certain dye lot to complete a sweater. But it’ll be Cascade 220. In black. Yawn. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, guess who? Added to my list of blogs as “B⁵.”

Other than the alien genitalia, here’s my favorite thing I grew in my yard this year, chocolate sweet peppers.

Thing is, your brain is convinced that they will also taste like chocolate. But they don’t, and the resulting mental confusion and disappointment is epic. But once you get past that, they taste sweet and crunchy and yummy, even qualifying for a heartfelt, said-out-loud “nom nom nom.” More of these next year, I think.

Just for fun, a side-by-side with a normal pepper from another plant. (Hmmmmm. Nice idea for a colorway, no?)

Before I sign off for the day, a nod to dear friends Elaine and Leslie who, after seeing the mention of Stalker Angie, have demanded, tongue in cheek, that I acknowledge that I have three stalkers, not just one. And this is true. I don’t know all the gory details but Elaine and Leslie pride themselves greatly on having stalked me for months years ago, finally getting themselves invited to a knitting party at MaryB’s so they could stalk up close and personal. And that is, in fact, how we met. And I continue to be indescribably grateful to them for their love and friendship and, in particular, the unwavering support they have given me during the last crazy year+, no matter how deep and dark and whackadoo things got, and still get, especially the whackadoo part—but mostly because I like to say it: Whackadoo! Whackadoo! Whackadoo! Everybody, now!

'Til next time, Dear Readers.

Posted by Ryan at October 1, 2009 06:44 PM