I have a dream that one day, I will fully master this camera and photo editing software so that fibers of all colors will exhibit their wonders in perfect harmony.
Also, one day (when I grow up), I will have the courage and confidence to make a sweater that is NOT a seamless yoke. But, golly, I love this pattern, and for a fair isle yoke, there’s none better.
The seamy underbelly…erm…arm:
I’ve just started the fair isle portion of the yoke (to match the sleeves), and I’m trusting that I’ll be able to work the decreases in such a way that I won’t kerfluffle the whatseemajigger green and sage part. Planning, schmanning.
So far this piece is still resonating with Last of the Mohicans (why does Magua hate the Grey Hair?)…but today is a day full of promise for a change: college football and baseball playoffs.