Printed silk

In Chicago, Bethany and I went to a great thrift store near her house, where she found an amazing bomber jacket and I found a brown and white print silk dress. Yesterday was incredibly warm, and since I have a long day on Fridays, I like to dress up a little.



Dress: Kate Hill (?) 100% silk dress, found at the Brown Elephant in Chicago, IL
Cardigan: Random thrift find in Issaquah, WA
Shoes: Free from swing friend
Jewelry: Glass pearls (?) given to me by my mom when I was probably 6. I'm pretty sure there are some awesome pictures out there involving me, those pearls, and a velvet polka dot dress with a red sash at Christmastime.
Socks: Gentleman's Sock with Lozenge Pattern by Nancy Bush, from Knitting Vintage Socks.
Truly, would any of my outfits be complete without a little hand-knitted something?

Speaking of which... I have recently discovered the joy of knitting gloves. My research partner from this summer requested a pair of gloves, so I grabbed some red Ranco from my stash and cast on. Turns out that his hands are the exact same size as mine, so I can try them on as I go. He also gave me full approval of the color last Thursday.

It's funny, actually - for some reason, up until now I've had an aversion to knitting gloves. Too fiddly, too many ends. I think what it really comes down to is appeasing my ridiculous perfectionist standards: big yarn makes bulky gloves, makes joins sloppy, and does not give me the delight of not having any ugly holes to patch between fingers. It turns out that gloves knit in fingering weight make me swoon a little. How perfect is that, to knit a glove that fits your hand... like a glove? (You'll have to excuse me - sometimes I hurt myself with the terrible punnage.)


As a last note, when I went to Japanese History dressed like this, my professor looked around the room and said, "Well, it looks like maybe no one has dressed up for Halloween today. Except maybe Cory." I suppose that I could have grabbed a ladle from the kitchen, walked around knitting, and proclaimed myself a demented housewife, but the truth is I have no talent for baking, my yarny skillz are purely selfish, and I dress... let's face it, kinda weird.

Happy weekend!