Monday, October 15, 2018
Sometimes I just get a bee in my bonnet about a design and nothing will stop the runaway train that is my yearning to knit that thing. You are all makers, you know how this goes. “I already have one of/enough of/no need for that sweater/quilt/blanket” and you go on making dinner or knitting a plain cardigan and hoping it will pass, but guys. It does not. You and I both know it. I saw this pattern a few years ago, promised myself that I didn’t need it, and then pretty much immediately started accumulating the yarn to knit it. Well, whatever. So there’s some Rauma Finull, some KnitPicks Palette, some Elemental Affects, some Holst Supersoft, some Jamieson and Smith, and some Jamieson’s of Shetland all thrown in there together. It worked just fine, and it turns out I have enough of this kind of yarn to make, ahem, a lot more sweaters like this. The first two-thirds of this was terrific fun to make and I woke up early in the morning kind of itching to get back at it, rationing myself to one color band every day and sort of swooning at the emerging beauty of the colors. Then my old (formerly trusty) bamboo dpns gave me a sliver that bugged me for days and by then I was slogging down the sleeves and looking longingly at the bind off. I saw it was getting long [row gauge! Why you gotta be like that?] but once I embraced the idea of it as a tunic, I felt good about it again. Post-blocking, the finished sweater revealed to me that it was too wide as well, so I mattress-stitched up the body sides and undersides of the sleeves and got rid of a little width, which made me feel quite clever. So, it is finished. Is it not splendid? Is it not a testament to a knitter’s love of wool, color, pattern? Is it not a proper freak flag to fly and wear at the next available yarn festival? Yes. It is.
Doc and I will be at Rhinebeck again this year, on Sunday. You will almost certainly spot him first: look for a fierce-looking bearded warrior in a kilt, probably carrying coffee in one hand and a big bag of yarn in the other. I will be nearby, oblivious to the outside world, with a skein of something gray and sheepy pressed to my face, sniffing deeply. I will be wearing this beautiful confection of a sweater, too. If you spot us, please, please come say hello. I really want to meet you! Yes, Rhinebeck is about the donuts and the sheep and the yarn shopping, but more than that, it is one of the places where we gather as a tribe. Come on up and say, “I think I know you.” And I will put down the yarn. XOXO