Extreme Knitting Redhead: Sunshine on a rainy day

Monday, August 27, 2012

Sunshine on a rainy day

I'm just doing a quick update whilst my Georgian Khachapuri are proving in the oven. They are yummy!

Proving

'Sunshine' was finished in time for the Calypso evening but I didn't wear it because it was too cold! In fact, it poured with rain all evening and the gazebos leaked. Thankfully it didn't dampen anyone's spirits and a good time was had by all.

Stripes!

I was very pleased with my top as it's a perfect fit and very comfy.

Modifications? Yep.

I went down to 4.5mm needles rather than the 5mm suggested as I don't like the fabric produced in Summer Tweed using the larger needles (too many gaps for my liking). I changed the stripe sequence slightly because in the pattern it shows the stripe nearest to the crocheted neckline in the purple colourway and I felt it didn't stand out enough as it just blended into the neckline. Also, I used a 4.5mm crochet hook for the neck which has made it much firmer and it sits nicely.

3 comments:

Shan said...: I like that.

The Khachapuri -- is it cheesy bread? It's ringing a bell...maybe you told us about it in an earlier post. (I could just Google, but thought I'd ask instead!); August 27, 2012 at 10:52:00 AM PDT
Susie Hewer said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; August 28, 2012 at 3:11:00 AM PDT
Susie Hewer said...: Yep, that's the one. I wrote about it in 2009. Here's the recipe I use if you'd like to try it. Khachapuri recipe; August 28, 2012 at 3:13:00 AM PDT

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