Leaflet

Let me start by saying I love Knitty. Funky free patterns from big name designers AND people like you and me - what's not to love? Imagine my surprise, then, when I was in a yarn shop the other day and I overheard that the new girl there had never heard of it. Thankfully it sounded like she was excited to discover it.

Knitty's First Fall issue went live a few weeks ago. I fell in love with Cecily Glowik MacDonald's Leaflet, which is a sweet little sleeveless cardigan with a fresh leaf detail right down the back. Bonus: it's knit in big yarn on US #10 needles!

So I made a phone call to my good friends at fibre space, and soon thereafter there was a nice package of yarn on my doorstep. I'm trying out the new-for-fall Berroco Voyage, which is a knitted tube of alpaca and polyester. It's soft, lofty, warm, and knits up so fast.

Leaflet


It's been nice to zip along on a little something for me. And seeing as I went up to San Francisco over the weekend and froze my butt off... and went out last night and had to wear a hat and a jacket... yes, I can use a little alpaca cardigan in California, even in July.

And why did I go out last night? There just might have been a midnight launch party at the friendly local bookstore that I felt compelled to attend. Yes, I feel a little dorky, but I didn't stay up all night reading it. I'm looking forward to it, though.

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Sarah said…
It's hard to imagine not knowing about knitty... it seems ancient, having been around pre-ravelry. I'm liking the sweater, the leaf motif is making me think of fall. But alas, it is still 100 degrees.
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