Yarn: Drops Alpaca fingering/4-ply weight pure alpaca yarn. Unknown amount used. Purchased in Purl City Yarns in January 2012 as a birthday present to myself. 3.5 mm circular (probably)
another one from the archives!
I’m afraid the notes for this project are somewhere. I do not know where this somewhere is!
I really enjoyed making this cardigan and although the last few rows are long, I don’t remember it being a chore.
Sorry for the lack of modelled shots; I took these photos in October 2012, when I was still quite ill and as a consequence, none of them look very good.
It’s extremely warm and very comfortable. It’s also grown a little since I finished it due to the alpaca basically dragging itself down! This hasn’t been a problem so far, but I will keep you posted if that changes.
You know, in the same way that Ebola is an interesting disease.
More on our top story later. In the mean time;
I’m working on a knit design for an actual, real-life, physical, paper magazine!
I know! And it’s not one run by Kerrie Allman – I actually want to get paid for this.
I’m also very nearly finished with my Vitamin D cardigan. Did I blog about this before? I can’t remember.
Drops Alpaca. Super warm.
So, my interesting weeks. As many of you know I have depression and am on medication to try and control it. When my grandmother died last year, I had a teeny tiny breakdown in my neighbour’s living room and she made me go to see my GP. Skipping forward a few months and I’m on a change over from one type of anti-depressant to another which my doctor hoped would help with my physical condition as well as my mental one. So far, it seems to be working but the physiological problems of changing have been awful. I cried on and off for 3 hours yesterday (Sunday) but I wasn’t sad. I just couldn’t stop. Horrible. I know it will all work out in the end and this is nothing compared to what I went through when I came off my anti-depressants completely. Let’s put it this way; if it hadn’t been for my mum checking on me, I would be here right now. Yeah. That bad.
Anyway … thinks are changing and I’ve been busy with real-life stuff and silly little computer games. No promises about posting or commenting I’m afraid. I’m crying at happy stuff, sad stuff, kittens, babies, leaves on a tree …. and it’s exhausting. I’m concentrating on my family commitments and now my knitting ones, and I hope you understand.
Yay! Made it through typing this with out crying!
tl;dr – my life sucks, but I’m working on making it better. RuPaul’s Drag Race makes me crying every.damn.week.