I think I said before that I would never knit a skirt again. That skirts have no business on the needles. The yarn, oh the yarn, it pulls and stretches and pills and scoots here and there. How in the world could it become a skirt?
I saw this and I nearly fainted. I must have this skirt.
Call me wishy washy, but I must have this skirt.
I would classify this one as the skirt I can't wear until I run another 30 miles or so, however. The one I can't wear until I cut back on the french fries for a few weeks. The one I can't wear until I add some more squats to the ol' routine. But, honestly. Can't you just see it with some Chuck Taylor's? Or maybe some flip flops and a neat t-shirt, the one you wear day after day?
Why does it have to be this way?
It seems like we bargain with ourselves: "If I want this skirt, I must firm up the gams (gams?) first."
If, if if if if if if.
I tell you what: If I run an extra few miles each week, change to diet tonic, and not have the fries until I'm done, I will wear this skirt.
I will. (I found it at kpixie.com and it is in my fave Blue Sky Alpacas; I'm so in love with this skirt. Let's just hope that my crappy knitting skills are up to it.)
BTW: Still working on the Shawl-Collar Sweater. I love the Karabella Marble. It's great to knit with and I think I'm about halfway done with the back. Also, the Something Red? It'll be ready soon.)