The people have spoken
I simply could not remember to take a picture outside during daylight hours. Guess I was too busy napping, watching political coverage on CNN, standing in front of my parents' fridge and napping again. So I picked what seemed like the perfect spot for a portrait -- my mom's little sitting area. Holy huge smile.
And here is a more stately and genteel shot of the clapotis turned the "wrong way," how Kate Gilbert prefers it to look.
Lastly, here she is alllll stretched out.
Finally, I see what all the fuss is about. I really loved this pattern. I didn't get bored, didn't find the repeats interminable. All the stitch markers sometimes made my head spin, but I'm already starting another. And this one -- are you reading Yahaira? -- is for my dear mother. She's a French teacher, so she loves the idea of the pattern's Francophile roots.
Mom and I decided to go on a search together for the perfect clapotis yarn. You may recall that there is but one yarn store in my hometown, save for JoAnn's, and that I had somehow been unable to find it during previous visits. I suppose it is hard to locate -- if you somehow manage to miss the GIANT SHEEP outside. Yeah, we're not so swift.
It's called Knit Wits, and this is a just a stellar store. One of the proprietors, Marianne, was so delightful and friendly. We talked about knitcasts and swifts and the yarn harlot's visit to their store -- it was like meeting an old friend. I didn't wear my clapotis into the store because I thought that was a little amateur hour, but after she wound my mom's yarn, I ran out to get it. When's the last time you felt that comfy at a yarn store?
Mom settled on a handpainted wool called Fienneans Rainbow made in Pennsylvania at Autumn House Farm. She chose a color called Fox Grape that reminds me simultaneously of an Aesop fable and pb & j sandwiches.
My flight landed about three hours ago, so I'm back in New York and preparing myself for work. I'm sure I'll be able to ease back in -- it's not like there will be a lot of crime news on Halloween, right?