Gandhi Would Be Proud
April 24, 2005
You’d think it would be fairly easy to take a picture of a baby on a baby blanket: 1. Place baby on blanket. 2. Snap picture. How hard could it be?
I set out to do this last week with the group-knit orangey-pink mitered square blanket for Lis’s baby girl, Jamie. (Details on how to make a blanket like this are here). Like most knitters of mitered square blankets, I’m a fairly stubborn person; oh yeah, I can get a job DONE, you betcha. Jamie, however, being a student of advanced techniques of passive resistance, was equally steely in her resolve not to have her picture taken. It was the Clash of the Hardheads; size did not matter.
Jamie Tactic 1: Run away. Simple. Effective. Good exercise for both of us.
Tactic 2: Pout. They will not take your picture if you pout.
Tactic 3: Read a book, preferably a large book that blocks photography of one’s entire body. (At this point, a mob had gathered, and was chanting, “Hell No! No Pho-to!”)
Tactic 4: This one is a classic: the Limp-as-a-Dishrag Squirm. The NYPD hates it. I’ve never seen it done better.
It was much easier to take a picture of the charming handmade bear that Siow Chin sent with her square.
Despite his moveable limbs, the bear remained absolutely still while I took the shot. He did not go limp as a dishrag, nor did he pout (unless that cute embroidered expression is a pout).
Needing a rest, I took some stills of the blanket, so all can admire our collective handiwork:
Here’s a flat shot. And for the hard-core miter-heads out there, a view of the seams, which we did not by sewing, but by picking up stitches along the edges of squares and strips, and then doing a 3-needle bind-off on the right side. This made for a very neat finish on the wrong side. No ‘ridges’ from a mattress seam–we are so very clever.
And hey, guess what? After all that, I wore Jamie down and got this lovely picture:
I call it “Happy Girl With International Handknit Blanket”.
Lis loves the blanket. I want to add my thanks to hers, to everyone who sent in squares, notes, bears, flowers and tiny toys, and to the stalwart sewer-uppers of Brooklyn and the Lower East Side, who came out on a bad night to drink wine and sew in ends. Thanks you guys–you’re the best.