I’m almost speechless.

I said almost, don’t get too giddy.

 Everything you need to make a chunky wool blanket is here!  These chunky knit blanket kits are beyond perfect and luscious and sexy and you’ll want to hug your blanket and call it Betty. Or Veronica. Or Clara. Or Isobel. <—-these are all gorgeous chunky wool blanket kits. Each one includes the wool, knitting needles, pattern and swag 🙂

We named our blanket patterns after our Grandma’s.  Legit.  Because we love our Nana’s and totally appreciate the art of living life in the slow lane.

The blanket featured throughout this blog post is called Veronica 🙂 and you can find the pattern and/ or kit here in our shop. x

Today, I’m keeping it brief, not to be confused with showing you my briefs, which might make things kinda awkward between us.

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You and I are more than friends. We are like a really small knitting gang.

 AND we have some knitting to do.

Chunky wool knit blanket kits are here!

I super hollered that ^^^^^ !!!!!!%$#@##$%%

PS. this chunky wool blanket kit is called Isobel. Isn’t she adorable? I need to brush my hair. So me, not so adorable. haha.

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Knitting unwinds me and keeps me from unravelling << See what I just did there?!

We have a lot of chunky wool blankets in our home.

Like, a lot.

No really, a LOT LOT.

Now, for the star of the show…… Hello Veronica.…

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Originally, setting up our shop was during my kitchen renovation (kill me.) The kitchen finnnnnnally got better. Want to see it? Here you go! That was also a time when I constantly felt like throwing a cocktail in someone’s face. (Or curling up in a dark corner and crying.) And hello Michaels cancer.  Cancer has a way of punching you in the feelings.

It’s at these exact times in my life where I read stacks of trashy magazines, binge-watch Netflix shows, write super boring scintillating blog posts + create chunky wool blanket kits … because the more FUN I pour into my work, the happier my soul becomes.  Did I just sound like a corn dog?  Don’t answer that. It wasn’t a real question.

Erhmergerd *drinks vodka from flask in desk drawer.

It takes balls to knit.

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Yes, that’s an enormo amount of throw pillows on my bed, why do you ask?

I   H A D   A   R O U G H   W E E K 

I woke up one day a couple of weeks ago and was like…WHOA! I know what I must do. I must put chunky wool blanket kits in our shop. My coffee was strong. In hindsight, perhaps I should have spiked my coffee.  Yes.  Most definitely. Why the hell didn’t I spike it ?!!%$! *throat punches self.

And. And. And.

M Y   S O C K S   T R I E D   T O   M U R D E R   M E

OKAY.  This is based on a mostly true story. Some of this actually happened. My socks kicked my ass and took my name.

M Y    O R I G I N A L    P L A N :

I had big plans.  A while back, I put on my big girl panties and set out to slay some knitting dragons by duct taping my iPhone to the ceiling for a photo sesh (you are so judging me right now, aren’t you?)  That’s cool. I judged my choices too hahaha *palm hits forehead.

I know you are secretly-not-so-secretly already laughing at my genius-not-so-genius duct tape contraption. In my defence, I had inhaled copious quantities of motor oil coffee.  Coffee clearly gives my unrealistic expectations.  What I should have been thinking was…

Step aside coffee. This is a job for alcohol.

W H A T    actually   H A P P E N E D …

My photo sesh started off pretty sweet.  I stood on my bed, (hyperventilating from excitement) while duct taping my phone to the ceiling. Oh to be a fly on the wall that day.  I bet the flies were even laughing at me.

It seemed the harder I worked, the slower things seemed to go. Am I f’n ancient ? I’ve seen jello move faster.  Apparently I’m 102 years old.

Enter total gong show.

I not-so-delicately-nor-lady-like-took-my-phone-off-the-ceiling-while-swiftly-slipping-and-teetering-off-the-edge-of-my-bed-until-I-flipped-in-my-effffing-socks-and-catapulted-directly-and-promptly-while-face-planting-the-floor.

I basically had my ass delivered to me.

So I cried.  

That’s what grown ass adults do. #AmIRite ?

The socks survived. My ego. Not so much.  I bruised pretty much every square inch of my body. Including the unmentionables.

I also realized in that moment that blogging isn’t a glamorous job, but still.  #FML.

Blogging often looks a little like unemployment to your mother and could more accurately be titled “Professional E-Mailer & Couch Potato Who Knits On The Side.”

*finds potato chip in sofa cushion*

The good news is… the KNIT COLLECTION was born.

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CHUNKY KNIT BLANKET KITS :  Good things inside

Didja see all those blanket pics up there in the blog post !? ^^  Told ya, a total beaut. You should totally knit one. For fashion, and for crime fighting. I’m losing my mind over it. It’s ridiculous UGH. Dead. I really think you should just go for it.

The chunky knit blanket kits each come with the wool, knitting needles, pattern, swag AND free knitting pattern too!  Sorry to yell. It’s just so good.  So so so good.

This blanket pattern / kit is called Isobel. xx

Happppppy knitting !!!!!