Done. At Last.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Not, unfortunately, with losing weight. I've been wondering why I found it so difficult to keep up with SparkPeople, then realized that that was because dh has been working from home for most of this time. But now that he's retired, I'm baaaack.
No, what I'm done with, at last, is the head scarf I wrote about on February 6. Sheep Thrills will probably agree, but for those of you who do not knit, I would like to declare, officially, that there is *one* item best purchased in person and NOT, repeat NOT, online: knitting yarn. In my February 6 post, I made reference to "a wonderful peachy yarn," which, when it arrived on my doorstep, turned out to be -- are you ready for this? -- a *pink and orange blend.* Well, I hung onto it, and began the pattern I'd sent for, gritting my teeth the whole way...
Along about August, I finally realized that the problem was the pattern. Now, I am a very experienced knitter, so I know that by the time you are six inches into a pattern, your fingers should have the rhythm so that you can just clip along with only occasional references to the pattern to make sure you are on track. That wasn't happening with this thing. So I *ripped out the whole thing* and began from scratch. And last night, I finished it.
I think. I had decided to put a lace edge on it, so cribbed one from "Knitted Lace of Estonia" by Nancy Bush, and having tried it on this morning -- I'm not all that impressed. It just looks too cutesy for a fat old broad like me. I'm thinking I should have gone with a simple picot lace edging.
Do I have the courage to rip out that whole edge? I dunno. The thing is, the "peach" color was definitely for summer, and three weeks ago, dh and I drove up to Center Harbor NH to Patternworks, where I picked up a burgundy/purple blend of the same yarn (something I would never in a million years have purchased from the catalog, BTW). I have begun knitting it in garter stitch, with an I-cord border, instructions out of Elizabeth Zimmermann's "Knitting Around." I figure, with the I-cord border and garter stitch, I can just mindlessly knit until I get to the end of my three balls of yarn, give the thing a twist, and graft the ends together into a fetching Moebius scarf, as I did with my lace number, and very fetching it looks, too, except for that excessively frilly lace border. And it stays on my head.
Well, I'll wear it to church tomorrow. Nobody's supposed to make fun of your clothes, anyway. Right?