I have to offer a disclaimer to this post. It is being written under the influence of three absolutely wonderful Frontera Grill Blue Agave Margaritas. Others may disagree, but you really haven't lived until you've had a few of these. Preferably all in a row so that your blood alcohol level is suitably high and you feel no inhibitions at all when it comes to vigorously dancing around your office while playing Franz Ferdinand very loudly. Right now even my cats are looking at me like I am off my rocker. And maybe I am, but when it's February in Chicago, you've got to get your good vibes wherever you can find them.
Yesterday, Claudia suggested that I might not be able to keep faithful to Sigil. Oh, how right she is to question my fidelty. In fact, not only have I been a completely promiscuous knitter, I'm cheating on Sigil with the ultimate in flashy furry and divine: Colinette's Silky Chic (gifted to me a little while back by Emma, my fibery fairy godmother)
Yes, it's a garter stitch scarf. Really, it could be any stitch and you couldn't really tell. One of the beauties of eyelash yarn is the hiding of all mistakes. But when it comes to eyelash yarns, this is probably the ultimate. The only yarn that rivals Silky Chic for softness is Muench Touch Me. It truly is a wonderful tactile experience.
It's working up into a scarf that I can't wait to have, but it would also make over the top wonderful collar and cuffs for a sweater that was meant to have a little flash without being crazy. Silky Chic may be flashy, but it doesn't cross the border into flashy trashy. And you can't beat the yardage: there's 204 meters on one skein. So far I've got almost 4 foot of scarf and I've still got quite a bit f yarn left.
When you see this yarn up close, it makes you wonder how many muppets were injured to create such wonderful stuff. Knit at the right density, you get a thick lush fabric that begs to be put close to your skin.
About the only thing I can say about this yarn that is not positive is that it emphatically does not like to be ripped. I know this from experience. I started out knitting a much wider scarf, but decided that I would rather have something longer and narrower. The ripping was downright painful because those little tendrils really like to bond with each other.
And since I am flat out of other good images, I will close this entry with a cat picture. Apparently Sydney has discovered that there's much comfort to be found in my favorite Longaberger basket.
And yes, in a further demonstration that I am not a nice cat mommy, soon after snapping this picture, I chased him out of the basket and sent him on his way. I like my cats, but somethings aren't meant to be shared!