azurite green
and moss green
a heather purple
the pink that you find on the inside of a mussel shell (kind of a lavender pink, almost a sky blue pink)
a deep dusky rose pink
a bright fuscia pink (midway between fuscia and gerbera)
a pale pink (that I can't find a match for and won't try to explain); a coral colour similar to orange tomatoes
and a bright poppy red
yes! you guessed it: my randomly striped acrylic (*GAK*) jumper has taken shape (a shape of my own devising, if you recall - floppy oversized not-quite-a-roll neck with raglan shoulders and a simple rib on the sleeve and body cuffs)as I knitted away contentedly I was aware that perhaps the only colour missing was a malachite blue. . .
(in fact, if I had been knitting with wool it might have been like knitting with gemstones. . .
. . .but acrylic yarn is much brighter in its own chemically false way so it's more like knitting with children's plastic beads) (the sort that would be thrown at you during a carnival procession) (I had a friend from when I lived in NYC who was at uni in New Orleans and every year she'd send me a huge envelope filled with Mardi Gras necklaces)
now I come to think about it)
you have set your mind to today
is completed with total satisfaction
or at least that peaceful feeling of
"good enough"
XXX

not quite like that (I wish!). . . actually if I could wish, I'd be crocheting this:

but - being new to crochet - I don't know how to join the squares together. . .
which I think you'll agree is rather marvellous (and I might borrow its theme for my next round of creative activity). . . and it's based on one of Mr
who also created this, only it's knitting and I'm crocheting so it'll have to go on the
but before I was distracted by Messrs 
or something more suitable for the season, perhaps:
this would be my perfect jumper (in a merino/cashmere blend):
or I could teach you to DIY:







(not that I waste yarn on bobbles, you understand)
(The Teen has a fear of evil penguins!)
(-;
there's always voodoo. . .
"Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman Wait, wait mister postman Mister postman look and see 

well, knit myself a thinking cap, perhaps
I used to be obsessed with adding to it. . . everywhere I went I would search out wool shops
I'd buy needles, needles and more needles. . .

not that any of my hats look like those (I don't waste yarn on bobbles, for a start); I'm thinking of unravelling a couple of jumpers I knitted last winter and reknitting them into something else
but there are some things I won't be knitting



