Holla Knits Spring 2014

The other day, I found myself between projects yet with a serious desire to knit. I found myself getting a bit sad at the thought of putting away all my bulky yarn and heavy sweaters. Sometimes I convince myself that knitting does not exist in warm weather.

And then I see the Holla Knits Spring 2014 collection, and inspiration has been restored. Let me highlight some of my favorites.

Spring… sprinnnggg. I love it so much.

 

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Summerhouse Henley by Jennette Cross

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Cafe Au Lait by Kirsten Singer

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Stoney Brook Top by Rusty Baker

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There’s nothing I’d rather being doing right now than sitting in a park with some knitting.  Now where to begin..

Would you like to win a FREE pattern from the Holla Knits Spring collection?  Just comment below, and I’ll choose one lucky winner!

 

 

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Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell
leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
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