I finally got my act together – and my niddy-noddy into gear – and finished three of the four Aerial Unwind events that I had planned.
From left to right: Argosy, Meters of Miter and Origami Hat are no more:
I still haven’t tackled the truly challenging one. I’m hoping that when I finally over-come inertia and open that fateful bag of alpaca-mess that it won’t seem as bad as my mental block tells me it is. Starting is half the battle – isn’t it? Tell me it is…
As I mentioned last Saturday, I have a cunning plan on how to keep my my overall stash levels under control, despite the boost that the Aerial Unwind events bring: I’m going to run another give-away on my blog. Similar to the Ban-zai Bonanza, you’ve got to write some poetry in the comments of this post and the winner will be selected by random number generator – or names out of a hat.
A bit-of-a Birthday Give-away:
I’m launching this give-away tonight in honour of the fact that tomorrow – thirty-nine years ago – I was born in a hospital in Limerick. And in honour of the fact that the give-away will run until St. Patrick’s Day – 17th March 2010, the prizes have an Irish theme. I will make the draw at 12 noon GMT on St. Patrick’s Day.
- One Skein of Misti Alpaca Hand Paint Sockyarn Fingering in a forty-shades-of-green colourway
- One Skein of Cushendale DK / Worsted in “Gorm”
- One Skein of Cushendale DK / Worsted in “Rust”
- Knitting notions: needle-case, row-counters, stitch markers, bodkins
- Book of Irish Humour
- CD compilation of Irish Music (not shown)
How to Win:
Have you guessed yet? In honour of my being born in Limerick, to be in with a chance to win you must write a Limerick in the comments below. Your theme can be anything or anyone you like (though I reserve the right not to publish any I don’t consider appropriate!).
This is open to everyone: you don’t have to be a knitter or crochetier (though you might like the prize better if you are!); you don’t have to be living in Ireland – I will ship internationally; you do have to write a Limerick, however; and they have a very fixed format.
To start the ball rolling, and to give those of you unfamiliar with the “genre” an idea of what we’re talking about, I’ll go first:
A canny old knitter in Swords
swore Fair-isle was for the birds.
So when she got stranded,
she knit double-handed
and flew off to see the Fjords.