Monday, April 4, 2011
Given the living-in-Melbourne thing and the chillier-around-the-edges-weather thing and the poncy-graphic-designer thing, it seems only right, that as from last Friday, I am spending every waking hour swathed in black.
This is my ‘mistake’ Mara. I am more in love with it than anything I have ever made for myself.* In my eyes, there isn’t anything wrong about it, even though it was supposed to be a cardigan. After waiting six forevers for the yarn to arrive, I realised in point six of a nanosecond after it did, that I had fatally (for the cardigan), misordered.
I need not another weighty cardi. Clearly, I do need a weighty Mara – with smooosh factor and subtle graduating tones, snuggliest warmth and fabulous drape.
* With the possible exception of the matching fluoro-spotted tops my friend Debbie and I made and wore to school casual day in 1983.
EDIT: Tania finally got her Ravelry act together. Shocking, I know. For all Mara knitty details pop by here!