Bornfamous

Where have I been, you ask? Nowhere, just knitting.

I’ve gone and gotten myself a new addiction. I’d like to say I’m hooked on knitting, but the metaphor is too mixed. You can really only say you’re hooked on crochet if you want to pun correctly. But I am definitely addicted to this knitting thing. I have, at this moment, six or seven knitting books from the library lying around, and I think this is the third or fourth round of books I’ve been through. Not to mention the knitting blogs and Flickr groups.

Not that I’m much good at it yet. I made a baby blanket of brightly-colored acrylic yarn for the new daughter of one of Robby’s friends and it looks terrible. [Will post a photo as soon as I get some batteries for my camera.] There are holes where there shouldn’t be holes and the cheap yarn looks just that — cheap. Plus I developed an allergy to it by the time I was finished. My hands were a red, itchy, bumpy mess. No more acrylic yarn for me. I even hesitate to give the blanket to the baby. I’d hate to think of what might happen. I bought some cotton yarn the other day; maybe I’ll just start again.

Meanwhile, I just came across this fabulous yarn called Sea Silk that is made with silk and, I kid you not, seaweed!

When worn, your skin’s natural moisture will release magnesium, calcium and vitamin E contained within the seaweed. It has anti-inflammatory properties and has been shown to protect the skin.

Now, THAT would make an excellent baby blanket, if only I could afford it — holy crap. Well, an addiction isn’t really worthy of the name if it doesn’t drive its victims to the poorhouse, is it?