It's so close, I can taste it, this blob here. I don't even know what to call it, but it's going to be a companion to my old Dream Swatch pattern, unless, of course, the dang thing breaks my heart when it is finally off of the needles.
When I say "companion," I certainly do NOT mean that one should knit and wear both the Dream Swatch Head Wrap and whatever this blob is at the same time. If they did, they'd run the risk of looking like a bag lady with good knitting taste but with bad fashion taste, or worse, an overeager knitter who can't help but wear too much of a good thing--if this thing turns out to be a good thing, that is.
So, Dream Swatch Head Wrap will be available again, along with its companion, something I'll call in the order of "circle scarf" or "endless scarf" or "can-be-a-cowl" or something more descriptive, like used-to-be-a-blob (or, more likely: "The Sweetest Melody is an Unheard Refrain," my new favorite line from a beloved ABC song, "Poison Arrow").
I tell you what: There's nothing like the drama and suspense of an untried Object.
In the spirit of the Dream Swatch, I'm using just one dear skein of a very special yarn, which, in of itself, is a total adventure. This time, I happened to have one skein of Sanguine Gryphon Bugga! in an amazing colorway that was calling out to me. Alternatively, you could use just one skein of another similar yarn. The Pagewood Farms Alyeska is something that would work fabulously.
So that's it. That's what I'm doing. Getting ready to tackle the blob, bind off, try it on, either faint or rejoice and move on, wishing I never tried it on in the first place. (Like I said, sometimes in knitting, the sweetest melody is an unheard refrain.)
BTW: I know I owe an installment of crazy neighbor spy activity. All is quiet these days and I saw that he got a notice from the water/power company that they were going to shut off his services. He was clearly not embarrassed because he walked to his front door, took the notice off the door knob and, realizing that he forgot something in his car, put it in his mouth and walked all the way to it with the big yellow notice flapping in the wind and against his face to get whatever it is he forgot.
In terms of police activity and wife/daughter sightings. Each time the wife has visited, three cop cars have arrived with her. The reason will surprise you. It's not what you think.
And also: I'm on Twitter, finally. I keep Facebook kind of quiet, but I figure I can let loose on Twitter. My name there is KnitTonicWendy.