Be careful what you wish for

A perfect morning for a run. Blue sky, apple-crisp autumn air, trees gently turning gold and squirrels scampering away as I pass.

Pity it made my throat hurt so. And pity it clouded over the very second I hung the washing.

Now, requests have been made for pictures of the coat. I want to oblige, but...
1. I try to keep the knitting (mostly) out of this blog. Once I start posting pictures of finished objects, it's a slippery slope.
2. I take crappy pictures. My phone — while reportedly the best cameraphone on the market, and doing a remarkable job on landscape shots — doesn't really like yarn. And I am too lazy to figure out how to use Beloved's camera, and so on. I'm also too lazy to keep trotting back to take new shots when I see that they look like crap on screen.
3. If I want to keep the option open of publishing a pattern for one of my designs, then I shouldn't really post pictures of it before publication.

All the same, though. To prove that I do occasionally knit things, I give you a twofer. Make it last.



New coat, with new scarf. In pink. I never wear pink. This is a randomly occurring freak development, owing to a strange concatenation of events (sale, gift, other stuff, I won't bore you with the details). It remains to be seen whether these ever actually get worn.

Also, the coat — while a damn fine coat and well structured — is in fact a little wider than I would have liked. Somehow, while it seemed to fit beautifully throughout the knitting and sewing up phase, in the attaching of the final button, it grew an inch or so. Most mysterious. So if anybody wants a size 16 black and pink coat, with optional matching scarf... raise your hands.



Hands that would be kept soooo snuggly warm in these lovely pocketses...