Let's look at knitting. Not my knitting, though. Remember how cold it was in Chicago? Do you know what that meant? Lots of knitwear on parade. Let's take a look, shall we?
There was a plethora of scarves, many of which were inexplicably blurry. I love "plethora." Thank you for letting me use it today.
Apparently not everyone got the memo about the fun fur.
A sweet hat, very possibly handknit:
Sweaters, lots of sweaters.
There was this traditional Norwegian cardigan. (These things are ubiquitous in provincial Minneapolis in January, so it was mildly surprising to see one in sophisticated downtown Chi-Town.)
little lot of intarsia, thankfully not hand-knit:
The classic cable-knit sweater, either machine made or hand-knit:
I sent this dude really, really strong Put-it-on! vibes, but all for naught. He was determined just to carry his gorgeous, hand-knit gansey-ish sweater in dark slate blue worsted-weight wool. Somebody loves him very, very much. Or he is rich enough to buy his own hand-knit sweaters. Either way, he's a lucky guy.
This was my prize knitwear find that day. You can't see it because she has her black coat wrapped around her waist, but this sweater was tunic length, and had those wild sort-of-diagonal intarsia stripes all the way down. I took lots and lots of photos of her, but apparently my Kinnearing skills blow. This is the best of a bad lot.
This patchwork-y number had the potential to knock Ms. Diagonal Intarsia out of first place, but for some reason it just didn't speak to me like DI did. Second place for you, Missy.
I don't know exactly what this Anglo Saxon Mona Lisa is doing, but I am sure it is fiber-related.
Tatting? Weaving? Um... shuttlecocks?
* Kinnearing**, sort of. I held the camera at normal position, but surreptitiously. Kind of like the way your kids try to look innocent when they have chocolate up one ear and down the other. Yeah, that kind of surreptitious.
** "Kinnear" is in www.urbandictionary.com. Is that cool or what?
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The Art Institute allows photography but bans flash, hence all the blurry photos. I don't seem to be able to hold a camera still enough to save my soul. I don't remember a flash ban at MoMA when I was there last May. Maybe that's why those photos all seemed to turn out better.