Fake Knitter January 27, 2010
Posted by Emily in : Friends, Thoughts, Utah , 1 comment so farEveryone in Kansas kits. They knit everywhere. At church, in the grocery store, at the park, in the shower, at the pool, at dinner, you know, ANYWHERE! When I moved to Kansas last year, I became a knitter to see what all the fuss was about. (I should probably clarify the “I knit” thing. I knit on a loom
Obviously, I got hooked. (No pun intended.)
I have made more hats and scarves than I care to admit, but I can’t quit. Maybe this makes me a Kansan a heart? No. No. I am a Texan at heart forever!
Last week, we visited Leslie and her Alpacas and I picked up some luxurious fleece to knit myself a scarf.
This is where the fleece starts:
(In the image, Leslie is pointing out the luster which separates this high-end Alpaca from others.)
Then it is spun into yarn . . .
(This particular fleece is from a baby Alpaca, which is called a Cria. It is the softest, most luscious, yarn in the world.)
My bedding should me made out of this. It is sooooooo soft.
And this is the final product:
I have given most of my handmade hats and scarves away, but this one is a keeper.
Honestly, David thinks he would like one of these too.
In black of course. :)
