For the past year, we have been running a class based on the pattern "Wrap Me Up" by Chris de Longpré. Each month, we knitted 2 or 3 blocks, and by December, the wraps were finished--or at least pretty close to finished. And we headed out to Meyer Dairy.
For those of you who are reading this blog from out of the area, we live in a little town completely surrounded by farms. In other words, we are completely surrounded by ... cows. Having grown up here, I have always been amused that this gives State College, which is a university town, a bit of a sophistication complex.
Me? I pay sophistication no heed. The truth of the matter is that I have always been a big fan of cows. My father is a milking-machine specialist. You might even say that I bleed black and white.
You see, these cows give us a really, really good place to get milk and ice cream called Meyer Dairy.
This place has a nice, big seating area, big enough for a group of people to eat ice cream and knit. And, as I mentioned, it has really good ice cream. So for our finale tonight, we met at Meyer Dairy to eat ice cream and celebrate our finished objects. Or to eat ice cream!
So without further ado, may I present the first group of finished shawls:
And another group of a few finished and a few more soon-to-be-finished--but, I hasten to add, still-spectacular shawls!
Yup. That's me, on the far right, working it.
Want a shawl like one of these? Not a problem! Feel free to sign up for the class that will start this January. This is a great class if you haven't been knitting for very long. You'll get a lot of technique and gain a lot of confidence. Please join us!
Honestly, I can't wait to make another one. I admit, after tonight, to a bit of color envy.
3 comments:
All the shawls look great! What a fun class.
I'm a city girl, but when I was a teenager, I spent a year in Germany as a foreign exchange student. I was sent to a little farming town, and although my host dad was a factory director, we lived next door to a dairy farm. Every evening, it was my job to go next door and get the milk. I dreaded it. I had to open the big barn doors and walk down the gauntlet of huge cows staring at me from both sides to knock on the kitchen door at the end of the barn. Then the Mrs. Farmer would come into the barn and scoop the milk out into cans so I could carry it home. It was the best milk in the world, though.
Gosh Cynthia these are great. I'm very, very tempted......
what inspiration! I'm going to show everyone on my blog since mine is not moving long very fast! Thanks for sharing. Lea-Ann
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