Give A Man A Fish
June 27, 2009
While it may be wise to teach a man to fish, so that he can eat for a lifetime (provided he’s not a vegetarian), would it kill you to give a guy a tuna sandwich once in a while?
That’s sort of what happened with my friend LB’s Noro Log Cabin.
You will recall that I ripped and re-knit 8 skeins that she had knitted into a bucket shape while intending to knit something more typically blanket-shaped and therefore flat. I did this because she had already ripped it and reknit it once herself. The yarn was getting plumb WORE OUT. I didn’t want her to get discouraged, and I did, very much, want to knit up some Noro Silk Garden, so I had a fabulous time and even added some personal touches along the way, i.e., yarn LB didn’t start out with.
Last week, I presented this 2/3-finished blankie to LB with my final strip all ready to bind off. I wanted to troubleshoot her tight bindoff method, so that she could mend her ways and enjoy the sweet satisfaction of finishing the blanket herself.
Guess what? You won’t believe it! She was binding off as loose as can be. No problem whatsoever. Suddenly, I felt like an episode of “Car Talk.” (“Can you imitate the noise the cah makes when you go over 30 miles an hour in the rain? Is it more of a B-flaaat or an A-shahp?”) I opened up an official investigation.
It turns out that the problem was that when LB went to pick up stitches for the next strip, she was picking them up from the back, scooping the stitch with her right needle, and kind of twisting the loop as she knit it up. I use both needles when I’m “picking up and knitting” stitches, and I pick up from the front of the stitch or ridge; it feels almost like regular knitting.
Anyhoo, when the problem had been solved and I attempted to give the blanket back to her, LB became, quite frankly, what I would call “tremulous”. She wanted the thing DONE, this chapter of her life OVER. She said many self-deprecating (and patently UNTRUE) things about her inability to face finishing the blanket, her deep fear of another screaming attack of The Buckets, etc. She wanted to start a new project, with a clean slate and a finished afghan on her cozy red sofa.
Oh, all right. Twist my arm. I spent a couple of days gartering my fool head off, happy as a clam. Or in this case, a hermit crab. (LB lives in little ol’ Rhode Island, where we were visiting.)
It’s finished with applied i-cord. And yes, I purposely matched the i-cord to those little squares on the edge. I was in The Zone.