NoLA Knitting with French Market Fibers

I was in New Orleans last week. The city inspired me to cast on a new pair of socks using French Market Fibers, a New Orleans-based indie dyer. This fingering weight yarn is a blend of merino and cashmere, and it’s the creamiest thing I have ever knit with, much like the cocktail for which it’s named.

I had never heard of Brandy Milk Punch, but I saw it listed on the drinks menu at dinner one night. So I tried it. It won’t become my signature drink, but Brandy Milk Punch yarn could possibly become my signature color.

I always thought knitting with neutrals would be boring, but not so with this yarn. The color has so much depth and dimension. And the yarn mirrors the drink perfectly!

I used the Parade pattern, which kept my interest but did not require a lot of concentration. Better yet, I was able to get a cable effect without a cable needle.

I really love how he these turned out, but I’m going to consider these my “reserve” socks. Without nylon, their "drawer life" is limited. I'll wear these on a day when I can curl up with a good book and read as long as I want to.

I have more French Market lovelies in my stash – even some worsted weight in Brandy Milk Punch. But given how beautiful this yarn is, I’m going to need some time to select just the right pattern. In the meantime, I guess I’ll cast on (wait for it, wait for it…) another sock.

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