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This is a mohair shawl that I was working on for a little while last winter. One of my cyber-friends inspired me to join a shawl knitting list, so out comes the shawl. I’m about half way through it.
And just in case you’re afraid that I’ll run out of mohair, I assure you that I have more than enough.
On another front, I have a bit of a rant coming on, I have thought long and hard about this coming rant. I have weighed it out, I have ruminated over it, I have considered it and it’s a long time coming.
Am I just too old to ‘get it’ anymore? I would post the link that has spawned this question, but I really don’t want to get into a war with another blogger or hurt someone’s feelings by being critical and bitchy. But be aware that there is a woman out there with roving and a drop spindle that should not be allowed to use them unsupervised and that is selling the resulting product– I don’t mean that she has the product (I will not call that abomination “yarn”) for sale on a website, I mean that people have actually purchased it. It looks like someone got drunk, got mad and put a sheep in a blender. It’s awful.
Hideous.
Horrid.
She calls it “art”.
See why I didn’t put up the link? Because I don’t have anything nice to say about her (eh-hem) skills. I’m not a mean person, pleeeeease don’t think I’m a mean person– I’ve tried so hard to find something even remotely resembling “art” in the product. I know that art is objective and all that, but Oh Lordy Mamma
it does have to have some artistic merit, some level deeper than a teaspoon, something. Anything.
Oh, I’m a bad person– let’s all face the facts: I’m just not getting the proverbial “it”, and that freaks me out.

