I opened the mail today and found these four beauties in a plain brown envelope, sender anonymous:
What fun! Sunglasses and slouching seem to go hand in hand:
They were pushing plaid on the knitting public as long as 51 years ago:
It's amazing how thin people were and how they constricted their figures:
I've nothing of my own knitting to show right now. I'm halfway through my second Double Diamond Border Scarf (Victorian Knitting Today). I keeping wondering why I'm not experimenting with the technique in a different border pattern. It's a gift and it was supposed to be knit in black yarn. On closer inspection, six inches into the pattern, the yarn revealed itself to be a very dark navy. That's fine. This way I'll avoid Mary Lou's curse of the black shawl
I'm also nearing the end of a swing jacket which just may be my biggest mistake in years. I'll let you know how it turns out. Not much hope. Picture two shades of red and a lot of horizontal stripes.
Also, there are socks to be knitted. Anyhow, I'm at the point where I'm kicking myself for not having recognized various warning signs in connection with the swing jacket and wondering why I'm not finishing up the Pine Tree Palatine or working with the wool I bought in Iceland. Such is life.