It is the Regal Orchid Jasmine sweater, front layered over back to ensure matching, blocking. There appear to be cat footprints, but that will be dealt with in the final finishing.
Some bloggers have lovely blocking pictures, but I do not. Whether it is my blocking or my photography I do not know, but there it is.
And here are the front and back having just been measured before the final ribbing. I guess it is my photography.
This is being knitted from Eternal Summer collection’s Luna, in the color Regal Orchid. This is a very soft and drapey yarn, with a subtle sheen. I am very happy with it. The lace panels blocked out very well, and overall the results are excellent. You never know till you actually get all the pieces together, but I am feeling very optimistic about this sweater.
I got to wear #1 son’s track jacket made from Den-M-Nit during our travels (for which read, I put it on and he didn’t make me take it off), and loved it, too. I’ve had a somewhat anti-cotton bias (fueled by the Sinfonia T-shirt experience last year) when it comes to knitted clothing, but these modern cottons are changing my mind.
Much jungly blooming is taking place, but no weeding took place yesterday. Nor was there any significant quantity of housework, completion of the contest entry, or other high-energy activity.
In the interests of recuperating from Saturday, I spent the day reading and knitting, with one small excursion out with #2 son to pick up meatitude and sweetitude for the boys’ school lunches this week.
I’ve still been thinking about the commencement. My favorite part was when the bagpipes led the walk around the quad, with the families standing around the lawn watching for their kids. Incoming freshmen do this, and then they do it again at commencement in their robes.
For commencement, the faculty follow them, all in their medieval heraldic regalia, which gives lots of information to the initiates. “Torches and hats,” said #1 son. “Looks like a cult to me.”
Then the whole boiling of us followed the college down the hill to the gym and squashed into our seats while the kids did the last bit of their walk.
And this morning, #2 daughter heads off for the UK. My brother has given her some useful suggestions on how to comport herself in pubs, and of course she has been watching BBC programs, so we figure she is well prepared. As my husband says, they speak English, so it will be easy.
3 thoughts on “Monday May 8, 2006”
hey i really like the sweater. the problem with you photos may be that they’re too big in pixel size. i don’t know why, but when ever i upload a picture too big it looks weird. like when you look at a picture you need to make larger (magnifying glass pops up in web browser) and the person in the picture doesn’t look like an actual person until you zoom in….
…sorry this isn’t so coherent. i just write a half-bs paper as my only paper for a very important class (in my major)in which i think i was nearly the worst student. bad bad bad. I mean, an F wouldn’t send me to hell, but it wouldn’t help my cause either….but no summer school, thank the stars.
…the worst part is i shouldn’t even have taken the class…i didn’t evenrealize it i made the classic freshman mistake. and i’m a junior. so so silly.
Hope your goodbye with chantha-b is warm enough to keep her in your tactile memory til she gets back
The orchid is such a beautiful color.
Sounds like Chanthaboune’s graduation was cosier than ours. We have faculty sitting up on the stage in all their fancy regalia, graduands sitting in the front seats waiting for their names to be called, and everyone else sitting behind and up in the galleries (our graduations are held in the Town Hall). There are usually a couple of speeches (if we’re lucky one speech may be interesting, depends on whom they get to give the speech) and one musical item and the May and December ceremonies can go on for about 3 hours. Our university does have a procession from the university to the town hall at about lunchtime but I never went in it. I remember one conversation with a visiting friend to the lab that talked about faculty members sitting up in trees throwing things at the processing under-grads. The joke was made that perhaps that was the way the older members of the faculty would be weeded out, if they fell out of the trees they lost tenure. I still imagine the trees along the main street in Dunedin hung with black, blue, and scarlet flapping robes with the odd senior lecturer or professor littering the street because they were unable to stay up in their trees. (Conversations can get a tad bizarre in the lab…)
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