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A Sweater for Pie August 31, 2007

Filed under: babies,Knitting,mission complida — reichenbachfalls @ 1:56 am


Pie’s First Sweater

Originally uploaded by marcelory

I finished the Pie’s sweater almost a month ago. I’m still really excited about it!

I’d seen this sweater on a mannequin at Imagiknit for months now, but always thought it would be too hard to do. In fact, it’s a ridiculously bulky one-piece dealy. It took me less than two weeks, and by that I mean several late-evening sessions with Lenny Briscoe. The buttons are Perfect.

At least 6 people approached me during our trip to Children’s Fairyland to ask where I’d bought the sweater. (Admittedly, the supreme cuteness of the model probably helped.) So then I started thinking about crafting my own line of children’s knits, and eventually becoming Debbie Bliss, and then moving to Wales and becoming Brenda Dayne, which is even cooler.

Then I remembered how many projects are currently on my needles and laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

Also, don’t let 2-year-olds wear your knitted garment in the carseat with the velcro . Sweater for Pie is currently in the Inner City Hospital for Knits, forlornly waiting in the hallway on a gurney. Can Michael Moore help?

 

Sock Tart August 6, 2007

Filed under: Knitting — reichenbachfalls @ 5:48 am


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Originally uploaded by marcelory

Once, I was a sock virgin.

Now I am a sock tart.

Today, at a Housewarming Party, I was industrious and finished my first sock, using Ann Budd’s Toe Up sock pattern so recently elucidated in Interweave Knits (in Misti Alpaca Hand Dyed Worsted). I had forgotten my little chibis, so I quickly bound off using my normal completely inelastic bindoff. The sock won’t really stretch enough to fit over my ankle, I’m obviously going to have to fix that.

I had had enough mimosas at the party to force it onto my foot and demand that everyone around me worship the Sock of Power (they politely declined).

There’s a gynormous hole on the other side, forever documenting my learning curve with this pattern. Need to fix that too. Also my gauge was off — I get more like 21 stitches per 4″, not 20, which in a wee sock makes a difference.

But, man, are socks ever instant gratification. I don’t know if I’m quite in love with them, but we’re becoming fast friends.

 

Did I Do That? August 2, 2007

Filed under: Knitting,musings — reichenbachfalls @ 3:45 am


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Originally uploaded by marcelory
Sometimes when I’m knitting A Cardigan for Arwen, I look down at my fingers and I’m shocked to see them flying.

The knitting picks up and just starts roaring past. The needles go exactly where they’re supposed to, stitches don’t drop anymore, and the sweater gets longer.

The yarn is racing through my fingers, weaving itself together at a brief nod. With every row of Arwen I come closer to flitting through dense foliage, blending into the forest. The rich sunset of Rhodesian Malabrigo Worsted glows in satisfaction. It’s like knitting molten glass.

I measure with three different implements before I admit I’ve come this far, before I allow myself to bind it off reverently. It’s the entire back of my own sweater, and I can’t believe I knit it myself.

I should celebrate. No, I haven’t even begun the terrifying cabling, there are no sleeves, I can’t wear a knitted rectangle, however soft and golden. But this is what I always do to myself. I don’t know how to rest on my laurels. As soon as I accomplish something, I’m searching for the next to-do. Sometimes at the reception for the accomplishment.

And, ah, knitting. The list of items in my queue grows several times a day. There’s no “done” in knitting, not for someone like me, who can’t breathe if there are less than six projects on hooks and needles.

No “done” in writing, either. Not for me. I have as many books in the pipeline as I have knitting projects.

Maybe that’s what’s so beautiful about knitting this sweater back. I really enjoyed the process, even while I was complaining about the miles and miles and miles of stockinette. It really opened my eyes to the sensuality of knitting — Malabrigo yarn has amazingly deep color, it feels like silk, and it has a slightly musky smell as if it hasn’t forgotten the sheep it came from. As the piece knit up, it developed a slight haze, changing the color as I made the sweater. So many people, acquaintances and friends, complimented the evenness of the stitches, the drape of the fabric.

I feel confident in my abilities and I really enjoy the process of knitting now. I can’t believe it took me almost thirty years to find this hobby. I guess all I needed was the right yarn.