Monday, July 15, 2013

Copious Knitting

Striking a swap deal with my BFF, who is a Woman With A Mission, I have agreed to make a LOT of hats.  So naturally, what I did was knit until my thumbs ached, and stay up until the birds were almost singing, choosing yarns from the cupboard and arranging them in piles, and going generally whacko imagining the endless fun possibilities.  The girl snuck past me to the kitchen for a midnight snack and raised a sardonic eyebrow at the sight of me in my nightie, pawing through bags of yarn by candlelight, saying, “Huh.  Well, have fun with your insomniac crafts.”  Which I did do, and have been doing ever since—having fun, I mean.  How lovely it is to have a big project.  I am always searching for one, always, and finding one with no trouble, and then finishing it in two weeks or something, which is not really what constitutes a big project, and I’m really hoping not to do that this time.  Though I’ve made a bunch of hats so far, a real big bunch. 

Also in big projects, the Amazing Seed Stitch Wrap, adapted to laceweight, is making its languorous and gradual progress on my needles.
This is the palette.  I might add a dove gray, just because doesn’t dove gray go in everything?  The rose pink at the upper right is about halfway gone now.  There will be oodles of knitting in this, just the ongoing and endless same-ness of seed stitch, across 189 stitches, until it is 78” long.  Oh, happy day!   The seed stitch slows me down considerably, and the knitted rows accumulate at a barely noticeable rate, but—I keep telling myself this—that is how I want it.  It is there in a basket beside my chair for times when all four of us are noisily gathered, and the boy plays his guitar or somebody mentions Art Garfunkel, which spurs somebody else to scrounge up our thrift store LP of Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits and put it on the record player, which makes everybody sing along to The Boxer, and there isn’t any row counting or paying attention required at all.  It is family knitting.  When they say, “Oh, Mom, listen to this,” I can look up, rest my hands for a minute, and listen.